Near, near a little city,
Near a little green garden,
Near a green garden,
Near the town of Yaroslavl,
Not far from a river,
Not far from a peasant village,
On a pretty, beautiful mountain,
On a high mountain,
Stood a large factory.
In that factory.
In that factory are young men -
Brave youths,
Brave youths.
Not married, bachelors.
The young men from that factory
Gathered for a walk
To the pretty, the beautiful,
To the high mountain;
They sat along the edge,
Near the green garden,
Near the green garden,
Near the city of Yaroslavl;
They sat down, sang songs,
And ordered the nightingales to whistle:
"Nightingales, whistle!
We have come to walk among you!"
The nightingales whistled,
They comforted all the young men.
With us young men,
In Yaroslavl city,
In Yaroslavl city,
In Tolchkov district
At a soldier's widow's,
At a soldier's widow's,
Were some nice girls,
Some nice girls,
And Vasiljushka was there,
A master of carpets weaving;
Carpets he makes and weaves;
And he collects recruits:
He writes letters well,
He reads documents, too.
When he is in company
He plays the fiddle.
They played on the fiddle
For the soul of a pretty maid,
For the schooled, pretentious
Widow's daughter Pashenka.
The mother spoke to Pasha,
And her brother tried to persuade her:
"Enough, Pashenka, stop,
Don't go out with young men!
These fellows will lead you
To ill fame!"
"Even if it leads me to ill fame,
I'll go out with them all."
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