Translation:Not for Grishka-Thief you've fallen, over-Polacked ...

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Not for Grishka-Thief you’ve fallen, over-Polacked Not for Peter-Tsar you’ve grovelled, over-Germaned Not so haughty, mother-Moscow, now? – ‘You call it.’ Are you weeping, Moscow-sweetheart, now? – ‘Assuréd.’

Where now doves of thine, my Moscow? – ‘I’ve no millet.’ But from golden field who took it? – ‘Raven spill it.’ Where now crosses light that shone? – ‘Stoop unslotted.’ Where thy sons are gone to, Mother? – ‘They are slaughtered.’

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