turkey from the pot!
Here's cherry-plum compote,
Here's sausage, here's cheese,
Here's caviar, if you please,
Here is sturgeon from the Don,
Here are Caribbean shrimps...
What sort of miracles are these?
I want to know whose voice it is!
There's no hiding place around,
Just the ocean - and no trees!
Master, come into my view,
Show me what you're like, will you?
For a guest to dine alone
Isn't a proper thing to do!
Well, I would, but my appearance
Seems to be a bit mysterious,
Sometimes I have a puzzling thought:
Do I really exist or not?
I've got troubles, I can't help it,
I've got food but I can't eat!
There's tobacco, I can't sniff it,
There's a bench but I can't sit.
It has been a thousand years,
I'm sick and tired of all this!
I can't hang myself, for heaven's sake
For I haven't got a neck!
What an encounter! Oh Lord!
I have found you! My word!
Something That Cannot Be Found,
Nowhere In The Whole World!
Why should you get on like that,
Idling about, feeling bad?
Maybe, you and I should better
Sail to the Russian Tsar together?
Good afternoon! How are you? We are
Very glad to see you here.
Very good! Salam aleikum!
Buenos sera! You are welcome!
Where are you from? How old are you?
Are you married? Do you intend to?
Would you like to tell our freulein,
Tete-a- tete, a word or two?
You're discussing policy
With a savage, can't you see?
It's just three days since the envoy
Has come down the palm-tree!
You're a spy, and it's a fact!
You're talking through your hat!
You have damaged my relations
With all friendly foreign nations!
I wait for visitors for years,
And they're turned out by the nurse!
After all, I must find someone
Who would marry our princess!
Look at his face, his ugly ears,
And the nose-ring that he wears!
Look, his skin is speckled, too,
Like the egg of a cuckoo!
Frankly speaking, even I
Wouldn't sleep with him. Oh my!
How can you give the girl in marriage
To such an ugly man, a savage!
When there isn't any chance
One's content with what one has!
With regards to looks the princess
Is far from being a bunch of sweetness!
She's got to marry any man,
A hunchbacked or a speckled one
Because even speckled ones
Do not come in flocks to us!
You know he comes from wilderness!
Look what he's eating! My goodness!
Remember that topaz vase?
He's devoured it! Bless my stars!
For a "thank you" they will eat
Anything, even poisoned meat!
The man may be quite innocent,
Yet we must keep an eye on it:
When you offer him some eats
Tell him he must know the limits!
For he may eat up his bride
In the heat of appetite!
To go out with such a brute?
I should be damned, if I could!
He is not much to look at
And a cannibal at that!
Should the queer troglodyte
Take a fancy to your sight,
He will surely lose for ever
His cannibal's appetite!
Father, you may whine and groan,
But I’ll come into my own!
I would rather give my life
Than become a cannibal’s wife!
If it were my friend  Fedot
Who’d propose to me, why not?
I would give consent, you see,
He is just the man for me!
Harping  on the same old string
Isn’t there a better thing?
This Fedot is all for you
Cares and grieves and everything
Your  Fedot appears to be
At the bottom of the sea,
Or the ocean, for that matter,
So he needs no wife, you see?
Well,  if what you say is true,
I will give the devil his due,
I’ll stop eating, as a protest,
To revenge myself on you.
The caviar I used to eat,
As a rule, a pail of it,
I’ll stop eating, and from hunger
I’ll fall ill and die, indeed!
Here and there the same old scene
From ministers to kith and kin
There are wreckers everywhere
Godless doubters, I mean.
Come on, honey, be so good,
Lay the table, bring some food,
Will you give me one of those
Nicely baked loaves of yours!
Give me your delicious shchi,
Make it rich and thick for me,
I've become as thin as a rod
Eating rabbit food abroad.
There is not a soul around ,
Just