Season

 1 Spring|      young Milkus, the valet~Of Kasparas, each day stoops low before
 2 Spring|     featherbeds. ~"I fetched to Kasparas a letter days ago; ~At his
 3 Spring|       will send you to work for Kasparas. ~Each year you, heartless
 4 Summer|         push the boors around: ~Kasparas, with raised crest upon
 5 Summer|        at the harvest feast ~Of Kasparas last year too much mead,
 6 Summer|      stood and mused, a serf of Kasparas ~Was chasing pigs out of
 7 Summer|       still! The pigs belong to Kasparas, ~The rye - to Plauciunas,
 8 Autumn|       with him. ~Last year when Kasparas, the hand of Bleberis, ~
 9 Autumn|         As soon as Krizas came, Kasparas greeted him; ~But Docys
10 Autumn|        the son-in-law of gentle Kasparas,~Kubas, and Mykolas - the
11 Winter|     about his gentleness. ~Take Kasparas - you know the haughty Kasparas - ~
12 Winter| Kasparas - you know the haughty Kasparas - ~That dreadful miscreant
13 Winter|   Prickus cautioned him, "leave Kasparas alone, ~And keep still when