Varvara Krasa
What is it that I don’t know?
Praskovya, don’t!
Wait, Praskovya!
Good people! I’ll tell
the whole story!
Have mercy on the poor widower!
Let go, accursed dog!
Forgive him.
Come on, forgive him.
What’s this?
Who were you beating?
He’s the son of our father Czar.
Andrey Yeremeyevich,
the heir to the throne.
Am I seeing a ghost?
Of course it’s Andrey!
Only he’s not the son of our Czar,
he’s a plain son of the people.
And this boy here is
the Czar’s son!
This one is of the people.
And that one is the Czar’s son!
Have you gone crazy?
Bow before him, doubt not.
I’ll tell you what happened.
Good people, forgive me,
the sinner!
- He’s grown pale!
- He’s grown thin!
For Andrey’s another birthday,
We had a cake from here to yonder!
This much high!
This much wide!
This much long!
Birthday cake, birthday cake,
Whom you love the choice you make!
I admit I love you all,
But Andrey, my darling son,
best of all!
So we had a happy end.
There’s nothing more to add.
Save to bid you all goodbye
and to thank you for standing by.
As they say, that is that,
our tale has come to
The End
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