«First ray – Lord’s blessing, falling frail, / Just lightly grazed the love one’s face, / And drowsing, he became more pale, / But deeper into sleep fell in a daze. In truth, he must have felt it as a kiss, / As heaven’s warmth was spreading over… / Thus, long ago, I gently press...»
«I was born neither early nor late, / This, only, blessed time was fleeting. / Only God did not grant, I’m afraid, / My heart to live without cheating. / Hence, the parlor is all dark inside, / And the friends that I’ve always held close, / As though sorrowful birds of the night, / ...»
«Best for me to boisterously yell chastushki out, / And for you to play the hoarse accordion loud, And embracing, to go far and to stay out late, / And to lose a ribbon from the long tight braid, Best for me to rock your child and to sit beside, / And for you to bring in about fifty per night...»
«No bliss or happiness is needed, / My husband is off to his dear, / And my child is pleased and depleted / As I put him to bed, sitting near. Soon, again, to my room, I’ll depart, / To the Mother of God, I’ll be praying… / To live like a hermit – it’s hard, / But it’s harder...»