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 The Russians took for granted

Without the slightest doubt

That, since they drowned god Perun,

They needs must go without.

This world, though, is unchanging,

While humans there abide—

And spitting in the ocean

Will never turn its tide.

Old people died, and children

Were born as of yore—

The toper drank, the laborer

Worked as he did before.

The sun shone but in daytime,

The moon but shone at night;

The summer’s heat molested

The Tsar, despite his might.