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HREE times have the waters frozen Thrice thawed at the touch of spring Three times did the Servant From Kiev her store of blessings bring. And each time gentle Katherine, As daughter, set her on her way, A fourth time led her by the mounds Where many dear departed lay. Then prayed to God for her safe return For whom in absence her heart would yearn.

It was the Sunday of the Virgin, Old Trophimus sat in garments white, On the bench, in wide straw hat, All amid the sunshine bright. Before him with a little dog His frolicsome grandson played, The while his little granddaughter Was in her mother's garb arrayed. Smiling he welcomed her as matron; For so at "visitors" they played.

"But what did you do with the visitor's cake? Did somebody steal it in the wood, Or perhaps you've simply forgotten to bake?" For so they talked in lightsome mood.