Season

 1 Spring|      streets,~And struts among the boors like some rare demigod.~
 2 Spring|              But now from them the boors have learned to shout and
 3 Spring|        rich,~And scorns the simple boors as good-for-nothing trash. ~
 4 Spring|             you know full well how boors bring up their young. ~The
 5 Spring|        long as I shall live." ~The boors who heard such loose and
 6 Spring|              What's funny that the boors must do the feudal tasks? ~
 7 Spring|         rags. ~For then our feudal boors, dressed up like gentlemen, ~
 8 Summer|     Whitsuntide old Prickus to the boors, ~As he was charging them
 9 Summer|         scorn the fruitful work of boors, ~Lead sinful lives, loaf,
10 Summer|          much. ~But here we simple boors, held by the lords as knaves, ~
11 Summer|        commune began to charge the boors, ~"Our lord bids in a day
12 Summer|         announce the hest to other boors. ~Now when the set day came,
13 Summer|        that way;~For it is said of boors that they just creep along,~
14 Summer|         lips; ~And if at times the boors would use vile words or
15 Summer|       regretful lot, ~How everyday boors must bend their breaking
16 Summer|            fool begins to push the boors around: ~Kasparas, with
17 Summer|            O father, ev'ry day the boors, recalling you ~And sighing
18 Summer|  inhumanely you did not insult the boors. ~Misfortunes of the poor
19 Summer|          Diksas tried to drive the boors too much, ~You, like a father,
20 Summer|              And yet you chide the boors for spreading good manure ~
21 Summer|         lord keeps smirking at the boors,~And as he smirks, the dupe,
22 Summer|           work -~As if without the boors he could parade around,~
23 Summer|          lords and the hardworking boors; ~But I could never please
24 Summer|         blush; ~Of late the rugged boors engage in these things too.~
25 Summer|          other of their cash. ~The boors now having learned from
26 Summer|           the townsfolk regard the boors as knaves, ~And scorn their
27 Summer|       Pakuluns, the overseer. ~The boors now at the sight of these
28 Summer|         come ~And scold the stupid boors with rash and ugly words. ~
29 Summer|           heart takes pity on poor boors. ~Well, I have told you
30 Autumn|         gay feast went on, and the boors ate and drank, ~Krizas gave
31 Autumn|              You know how the slow boors, when filled with food and
32 Autumn|            We, soiled and worn out boors; we, bast-shod simpletons - ~
33 Autumn|       Beneath the roofs of thrifty boors are being smoked, ~And yet
34 Autumn|         lord, as we, the bast-shod boors, ~Exhalted emperor, as his
35 Autumn|   lordlings vain parade before the boors, ~Like bacon fat atop the
36 Autumn|            heart ~Regard the weary boors as sensless simpletons, ~
37 Autumn|           e'en my hair stands up. ~Boors, too, deride my name and
38 Autumn|          quite oft befalls to many boors each year, ~When they proceed
39 Autumn|    punishment. ~Besides, among the boors there are some renegades, ~
40 Autumn|           a nickname. ~We all know boors at times invent fantastic
41 Autumn|          lords and the downtrodden boors ~Base lies will triumph
42 Winter|           But in their shade, like boors under a ledge of roof, ~
43 Winter|       pastures wide? ~Besides, the boors, about to raid the royal
44 Winter|            tis not fitting for the boors to cheat and steal. ~As
45 Winter|          lords as well as the poor boors, ~That's nothing new; for
46 Winter|          about the mischief of the boors. ~'Tis awful e'en to hear
47 Winter|           gatherings ~The ordinary boors, filled up with brandywine, ~
48 Winter|            thefts of the dishonest boors. ~"O just and holy God,
49 Winter|           Prickus, you condemn the boors more than you should. ~Pray,
50 Winter|       denounce our poor Lithuanian boors ~And disparage them by recounting
51 Winter|         You must well realize that boors are all alike. ~Swede, Russian,
52 Winter|      commune, thus lectured to the boors, ~Down in the village street
53 Winter| Lithuanians there are many spoiled boors~And many hired hands who
54 Winter|            noble lords, exploit us boors so much, ~That we ere long
55 Winter|           for wealth, now skin the boors alive. ~Too, that Docys
56 Winter|       prickly thorn harasses weary boors; ~And his adviser, Daugkalba,
57 Winter|          bed; ~And each one of the boors that helped to cart the
58 Winter|          all, rich lords and lowly boors, ~He will render to each