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1 Summer| expect that they, on such a-call, ~Would, as behoves them, 2 Summer| Or when Jeke keeps on ababbling with Pime, ~A few sweet 3 Autumn| So I thenceforth was an abased and abject man. ~"But, ah, 4 Summer| With their superior work abash you constantly? ~Yea; when 5 Autumn| They were not taught their ABC's nor Cathechism. ~They 6 Winter| When he will bow his head abegging you for alms, ~Pray, snicker 7 Winter| all about Docys and his abhorrent crows. ~The chief and all 8 Autumn| sleep, ~Upon our wakening abides with us no more, ~So the 9 Autumn| and prostitute, to lie and abjure God -~To propagate new schemes 10 Summer| eye, like a great torch ablaze, ~Each day dries up the 11 Summer| I call for the tax, ~Is able to pay it in fistfuls of 12 Spring| despoiled; ~And even their abode, built but a year ago, ~ 13 Spring| with wine imported from abroad, ~Was rolling on his floor 14 Autumn| overburdened, scolded and abused -~Though oftentimes we eat 15 Autumn| high rank ~Speak but in accents sweet and of but holy things. ~ 16 | according 17 Spring| cousin ate till their bellies ached, ~And their intestines burst, 18 Summer| with his gout; ~Another's aches and pains require a doctor' 19 Summer| wealth. ~For from the small acorns the giant oaks grow up, ~ 20 Summer| know how much of it each acre will take. ~I also, if God 21 Summer| he swore all the more and acted like a fiend, ~That e'ven 22 Autumn| Oh I, a stupid knave, acting uncautiously, ~Into the 23 Autumn| ruins stare. ~Such foul activities of the uncouth Docys ~Many 24 Autumn| breast -~By one and all I was admired and honored well.~But now, 25 Winter| and 'tis a shame e'en to admit - ~So oft the forester has 26 Autumn| potent herbs and roots,~Admixed Dutch myrtle leaves and 27 Winter| we so many times roundly admonished you. ~"It seems, God pity 28 Autumn| headcloths, ~And maidens all adorn their hair with wreaths 29 Spring| some remote retreat~Perhaps adreaming that you catch your foolish 30 Spring| someone of us finds courage to advance, ~Then he ensnares the wretch 31 Autumn| and his wife, folks well advanced in age, ~Were happy that 32 Winter| harasses weary boors; ~And his adviser, Daugkalba, a driveler, ~ 33 Spring| ungratefully will fly from you afar. ~The same lot that befalls 34 Autumn| Plauciunas, too, the host of this affair,~Was host to so much beer 35 Winter| fence. ~Then such a fool, afflicted by his conscience, ~Like 36 Autumn| for alms. ~About Docys' affrays many a villager ~Complained 37 Spring| began to buzz and zoom, ~Afifing merry tunes and flying far 38 Autumn| rest breaks, too, many an afternoon, ~When farm tasks multiply, 39 Winter| more. With bloody fangs agape, ~They kill a gallant bull 40 Spring| lean pigs and hungry goats,~Agazing through the cracks, cry 41 Winter| loveliness,~And crowned us, aged men, with wreaths of gray 42 Summer| cautioned Prickus, "cease your aggravating talk. ~For such behavior 43 Winter| wooden seats, ~While some aggressive ones, posessing better sense, ~ 44 Autumn| kinds of salves.~All of them aghast ran to give aid to Docys.~ 45 Winter| take up gainful work. ~"We, aging dusty man, we bent and careworn 46 Spring| master ev'ry task! ~Good agriculture calls for strong and sturdy 47 Summer| And as a youngster got ahead of older men. ~As soon as 48 Summer| heavy birchen rod, ~And aided by his thugs, he cut my 49 Spring| shout and swear. ~"What ails you, you poor wretch?" the 50 Summer| wealth, ~He just strolled aimlessly and mumbled foolishly, ~ 51 Spring| with his loaded gun just aims, and shoots, and kills. ~" 52 Autumn| outside. ~Now do not take alarm at such an uncouth scene.~ 53 Spring| work, ~And let's not be alarmed on hearing lashing rains, ~ 54 Summer| speeding on the run.~Here Albas in a new, just lately finished 55 Summer| swaggered through the door - ~Alighted on his steed, a stallion 56 Spring| hardened hide, ~And you alimping crept to do the feudal tasks. ~ 57 Winter| falls on you and us; ~The all-pervading cold torments us all alike. ~ 58 Winter| flowers of the fields withal alluring charms!~And ye, light-hearted 59 Summer| you our fatherly advice. ~Almighty God, who has created this 60 Autumn| His table's like the holy altar, neatly set, ~And on it 61 Summer| Like a foul tumblebug amessing in the dung. ~Now when a 62 Autumn| winter will abide, ~Nor what amount of feed we must reserve 63 Autumn| stuffed with heavy food~And amply filled with drinks, forgot 64 Autumn| shoeless and some coatless made amusing pranks. ~You know how the 65 Summer| Lithuanian style.~Our crafty ancestors, cooking thin oatmeal pap~ 66 Summer| thus our people harm their ancient good repute. ~"And now some 67 Spring| day lives happily like an angel in heav'n. ~But friend, 68 Spring| know woman's ways -~Wears anger on her face and often sighs 69 Summer| years old, ~And galloped to announce the hest to other boors. ~ 70 Summer| Until the whippoorwill announced the harvest time. ~At last 71 Autumn| the chieftains levy the annual tax,~And send the ruthless 72 Spring| rest the spinning wheel; ~Ant take the loom apart until 73 Summer| away!" ~The fields, like anthills, now began to swarm and 74 Summer| the childhood pranks and antics steal away. ~Besides, so 75 Autumn| elk-horn-handled knife, forged on an anvil cold, ~You see it bears 76 Winter| thereby made him suffer deep anxiety. ~And so you see, dear friends, 77 | anyone 78 Autumn| and prayers - ~To these apostates smell like rotting barn 79 Winter| brought in, ~And he made his appearance sighing heavily. ~The judges 80 Spring| And hardly know how to appease our appetites. ~O you sweet 81 Summer| sore stomach growls for an appeasing lunch. ~Of course it too, 82 Autumn| well fed and wined,~Did not appreciate the sponsor's decent talk?~ 83 Summer| Many a lordling, when approaching a poor boor, ~Contemptuously 84 Summer| crude mockery. ~As some one aptly said, 'An old crone's rattling 85 Autumn| barn and shed. ~Our work is arduous, our life ir sorrowful. ~ 86 Winter| that ev'ry fool has his own argument.~Yes, we Lithuanians, borscht 87 Autumn| then all kinds of silly arguments arise; ~But when the chieftains 88 Autumn| Enskys is fetching home an armful of dry twigs. ~But lusk 89 Winter| winter's threats, have put on armor plate, ~So now in dark retreats 90 Summer| Indeed, it seemed as if an army set for war, ~With shining 91 Summer| start to dig with us this aromatic wealth. ~For from the small 92 Winter| sleigh and hauled to be arraigned. ~After five days elapsed 93 Spring| When God created and arranged this restless world, ~He 94 Spring| food, and task, ~And made arrangements of astounding wonderment. ~ 95 Autumn| servants soon appeared in an array, ~Placed on the table many 96 Spring| dismay.~Since then each year arrive great multitudes of dolls,~ 97 Autumn| wings bespread, show nasty arrogance, ~And hum as they dispel 98 Autumn| ruthless Death - ~Just as the artist's hand so vividly portrays - ~ 99 Autumn| souls with their outlandish arts, ~And that only Germans 100 Autumn| Some of them get into most asinine disputes; ~Blind drunk, 101 Summer| ladies sweet and fair, ~Aspinning flax and tow, will cease 102 Winter| autumn, like an elephant asplashing mire ~And rolling in the 103 Autumn| servitor of Bleberis rushed in,~Asqualling: "Men, rejoice! New feasts 104 Winter| when the northern winds assail us angrily, ~At once cunningly 105 Summer| quart of wine, ~Enraged, assaulted me and almost cleaved my 106 Autumn| At first invited guests assembled in the house; ~Then uninvited 107 Summer| Because He with His hosts assisted you each day~To work and 108 Autumn| health!" ~But pray, do not assume on hearing these strange 109 Autumn| awaiting for the meal, ~Because Aste has in the oven a large 110 Autumn| them in the plates of the astounded guests;~His manners were 111 Spring| And made arrangements of astounding wonderment. ~Some of the 112 Summer| folk, have you too gone astray? ~Why don't you run along 113 Spring| ry place new life was all athrob; ~The air was filled with 114 Winter| sheep and kine. ~When they attack a herd at a green forest' 115 Summer| With shining metal blades, attacked the verdant meads. ~At once 116 Winter| Jewish chatterer ~Maliciously attempts to steal or to defraud, ~ 117 Autumn| Prevents his children from attending the church school, ~And 118 Spring| cease your talk! ~Pay strict attention to what we will tell you 119 Autumn| Mikas and Docys will readily attest. ~"But that is not the end; 120 Summer| slightest care for their attractive looks; ~He blindly strikes 121 Autumn| than is your share. ~If the authorities did their duties to us, ~ 122 Winter| we do, ~Though they are averse to wearing checkered garb. ~" 123 Spring| shine. ~"And you must not avoid the other homely tasks. ~ 124 Winter| squire's old treasure chest, ~Avows that oft his liege, before 125 Summer| fields, ~Your care for us awakened all of us in time; ~Many 126 Summer| drowsily, ~A cracking of a nut awakens her at once; ~Or when Jeke 127 Winter| and sin. ~And are you not aware how many wretched souls ~ 128 Winter| them; but they must wait awhile; ~They will receive their 129 Spring| the vender of the homemade axel grease; ~He, on a squeaky 130 Summer| your horses fed and wagon axles greased; ~Bring pitchforks 131 Spring| learning to blab out the A B C, ~Have caused our parents 132 Autumn| as crafty nobleman, ~Each babbled stupidly and sucked his 133 Summer| in lisping French ~And, babbling all the while, they fail 134 Summer| en the tiny one, a little baby nut -~To crack and taste 135 Summer| things as well; ~So one old bachelor woodcarver envied me, ~And 136 Autumn| far the worst; he was so badly mauled,~That his boys brought 137 Autumn| drinks,~Like an old Polish bag, rolled off the wooden bench -~ 138 Autumn| cooking barley groats, and baking bread and cake. ~And while 139 Spring| We must not overlook the balance of the year; ~For each day, 140 Summer| bears it like an overblown balloon, ~Yet like a stinking brute, 141 Autumn| and Polish axle tar; ~This balm befilled the house with 142 Spring| sense the nearness of the balmy summer days. ~The reawakened 143 Winter| yard they found Durakas all banged up. ~You see, Docys, being 144 Autumn| Docys,~Has said that Docys bangs so much his sagging barn~ 145 Autumn| their duties to us, ~They'd banish both of you from here forevermore! ~ 146 Autumn| smuggling bundles of tobacco banned by law, ~Bring on themselves 147 Summer| our elegant young men ~At banquets with young girls skip foolishly 148 Autumn| each other's hair.~O ye barbarians! Ye godless imbeciles! ~ 149 Autumn| and women there. ~Pime and Barbe sang a song about the hurds, ~ 150 Autumn| his betattered thralls, ~Barefooted mendicant, as crafty nobleman, ~ 151 Winter| fangs the beast of winter bares !~What sullen northern winds 152 Spring| is when an excited boss, ~Baring his gnashing teeth, lets 153 Autumn| guests drained out a large barrel of beer,~And started to 154 Autumn| guests were set to leave - ~A bas-shod servitor of Bleberis rushed 155 Autumn| on the slushy floor and bashed each other so,~That some 156 Spring| on their elbows worship bastard babes. ~Yes, thus the youngsters 157 Autumn| bitter tears,~She washed his battered skull and cleansed and dried 158 Autumn| other rowdy friends, made battle on Docys.~Like vicious dogs 159 Autumn| comes along,~And by his bawdy words or by his rowdy acts, ~ 160 Summer| the sun, ~When streaming beads of sweat roll down the aching 161 Autumn| trip for stealing wood. ~I beam with pleasure when he does 162 Autumn| wind. ~There, where the sly bear stole the honey from the 163 Spring| head, ~Tore off a piece of beard from his protruding chin, ~ 164 Winter| Just ask the hoary men, you beardless nincompoops,~And hear the 165 Winter| and beef;~They slay the bearing cows as well as barren ones.~ 166 Summer| chief denounces me~And in a beastly rage, he boxes my poor ears. ~ 167 Summer| With his satanic words beatifies the food, ~Then cuts the 168 Summer| save me seizures and the beating of your hides; ~Because 169 Autumn| foods. ~Poor I with hands beclasped, as pious peasants do, ~ 170 Autumn| straw - the smoke for miles beclouds the skies ~And dims the 171 Summer| soaking wet, seized the bedampened sheaf; ~Then Pakuliene grabbed 172 Spring| laments in the dark for that bedeviled soul. ~"Ah, listen," spoke 173 Spring| rich and poor.~The queen bee, too, called forth her subjects 174 Winter| but crave savory veal and beef;~They slay the bearing cows 175 Autumn| stole the honey from the bees, ~And his mate muttered 176 Spring| that piebald bug. ~Eat lady beetles, vain grasshoppers and mean 177 Spring| Ah, wellaway! Sad tears befill my weary eyes; ~And that 178 | beforehand 179 Winter| wretched souls ~Become mere beggers, when the flames consume 180 Winter| long as I eat meat.~So why begrudge poor me if I enjoy such 181 Summer| is nigh and you have not begun to work. ~Good men like 182 Autumn| still we know not why Docys behaves like that,~Nor yet why with 183 Summer| aggravating talk. ~For such behavior all of you should blush 184 Autumn| times are spanked on their behinds. ~The latter, hopelessly 185 Summer| such a-call, ~Would, as behoves them, jump and start right 186 Spring| tummies ache, ~Blurt, blabber, belch and brawl, like our own 187 Summer| know not our peasantry. ~Believe you me, at times a bast-shod 188 Autumn| Scripture reveals,~The true believers were always less numerous~ 189 Summer| Whence does it come? Men, you belittle us. ~Do you wish to squeeze 190 Spring| died in great pain." ~The bellied gentleman, hearing these 191 Spring| your plow - ~With nostrils, bellows-like, expelling clouds of steam, ~ 192 Summer| said, "Keep still! The pigs belong to Kasparas, ~The rye - 193 Autumn| Of course, fermented beer bemoistens dry palate ~And soon fills 194 Autumn| are coming soon! ~Hear how Bendikas kills a gander in a shed, ~ 195 Summer| our good Father and our Benefactor kind, ~Who always cares 196 Summer| your flax still remains bescattered in the fields? ~O, what 197 Summer| greet you thus, ~And to beseech each one of you to be prepared, ~ 198 Autumn| The winds, with wings bespread, show nasty arrogance, ~ 199 Autumn| Exhalted emperor, as his betattered thralls, ~Barefooted mendicant, 200 Summer| charge the boors, ~"Our lord bids in a day to start the feudal 201 Autumn| ducks and geese into that big clay pot;~Then butcher those 202 Spring| fast whirling winds. ~Our bins and barrels, filled in autumn 203 Autumn| newly-weds, ~Who by the bishop's hand at the communion 204 Autumn| cuisine, ~To see what kind of bites were being baked and steamed. ~ 205 Spring| pink tummies ache, ~Blurt, blabber, belch and brawl, like our 206 Spring| and know no grief? ~Such blabbers at the sight of looming 207 Autumn| of hell. ~"Now, Paikius blames the rain, while Vauskus 208 Winter| Now are asleep beneath the blankets of white snow,~And do not 209 Summer| herd of oxen on the rampage blared; ~'Twas the Plauciunas' 210 Autumn| house and build a glowing blaze. ~Let's make the hovels, 211 Summer| climb the skies ~And having blazed its course up to the summit 212 Spring| weaves the sturdy cloth, then bleaches the new goods, ~Then makes 213 Spring| visit us, they too ~Find bleak and barren fields, with 214 Autumn| much beer that he became blear-eyed, ~And, looking at the lamp, 215 Spring| to come." ~"Indeed now," Blekius said, "That which we harvested ~ 216 Summer| the low manure uncounted blessings come. ~"A certain wretched 217 Winter| at reckless speed, ~And blew the rains to where the storks 218 Autumn| like rotting barn manure. ~Blinded by cards and comedies the 219 Summer| their attractive looks; ~He blindly strikes them down, and their 220 Winter| fearful times have come! ~What blindness has obsessed infirm humanity! ~ 221 Winter| get along.~For when the blizzards come, you'll need a heated 222 Spring| fingernails he clawed his bloated face. ~But that was not 223 Spring| too, was unnerved by this blood-curdling sight, ~But managed to dart 224 Winter| they seek for more. With bloody fangs agape, ~They kill 225 Summer| tempered steel. ~New buds, like blooming youth - lighthearted, playful 226 Summer| which ere long evolves a blossom sweet and fair, ~Which blows 227 Spring| parapets ~Were torn and blown away by the relentless gales. ~ 228 Autumn| Slunkius and Peleda black and blue - ~Then grabbed each by 229 Winter| a dull boy, obeying his blunt boss, ~Ran out to kill the 230 Spring| their pink tummies ache, ~Blurt, blabber, belch and brawl, 231 Spring| pants. ~As there I stood and blushed, old Krizas came along. ~' 232 Autumn| And hanging strips of boards, tied with old rags and 233 Winter| back ~Is not ashamed to boast about his gentleness. ~Take 234 Autumn| juices trickled down their bobbing chins. ~The guests thought 235 Summer| tuft home. ~You know how boisterously our Lithuanians act, ~When 236 Autumn| One holds him much too bold; another - much too shy. ~ 237 Summer| have picked such a lot ~Of bolets, chanterells, russulas, 238 Winter| dunderhead,~Who like a lightning bolt scare life out of a boor?~ 239 Summer| salt alone, but for a soup bone, too. ~Why don't you sup 240 Winter| argument.~Yes, we Lithuanians, borscht and savory mixed-mass,~Cooked 241 Autumn| rapid round they drained the bottle dry, ~And then they used 242 Winter| eternal thoughts to us seem bottomless,~E'en when at times we dare 243 Spring| the rich, too, get their bottoms spanked, ~When they, like 244 Spring| his growing family ~And, bowing low, presents his children 245 Autumn| pouring soups and gravies into bowls ~And pulling out with hooks 246 Summer| And how the help would brag that the kindhearted boss ~ 247 Winter| entertaining fun. ~One rascal brags of how he fooled the forester, ~ 248 Summer| a silly lad had lots of brains, ~And as a youngster got 249 Spring| husband fetched great loads of branches, rods, and twigs ~With which 250 Spring| your misdeed, the Lord God branded you,~Condemned the Earth, 251 Winter| ordinary boors, filled up with brandywine, ~Loudly recount their tricks, 252 Summer| much fuss each year. ~A brat who hardly knows how to 253 Spring| ashamed of him, yet Prickus bravely spoke: ~"Go on you tumblebug, 254 Autumn| choisest clothes, ~Conversing brazenly, filled Krizas' modest home. ~ 255 Spring| rock?~Yes Adam, by your breach of God's divine decree,~ 256 Spring| family - ~You, stalwart breadwinners with sweet and gentle wives - ~ 257 Autumn| nutriment. ~Each day the breakfast, lunch and supper rolls 258 Summer| everyday boors must bend their breaking backs, ~And drag like burden 259 Autumn| groans. ~And then the rest breaks, too, many an afternoon, ~ 260 Summer| these?" I questioned the breathless serf. ~He said, "Keep still! 261 Spring| ants and all their unborn breed. ~And when you reach our 262 Spring| Each day a soft south breeze caressed the barren fields ~ 263 Autumn| them inside for the gay bridal feast. ~Both Krizas and 264 Autumn| again. ~The mother of the bride passed cakes and sweets 265 Autumn| the gay summer days stay briefly and then fade. ~And now 266 Winter| blazing flame of fire that brightens up our homes, ~When we cook 267 Autumn| oftentimes ensnares e'en the most brilliant man. ~Lauriene, Pakuliene, 268 Spring| filled in autumn to the brim ~With life-sustaining rye, 269 Spring| And by his restlessness brings harm unto himself. ~We too, 270 Winter| self-willed, gor-bellied, bristling dunderhead,~Who like a lightning 271 Winter| his old stove, ~Another, broiling chitterlings burn down their 272 Spring| carried back a maimed or broken wing or crest; ~Though in 273 Autumn| born, ~And on which the new brood chirped out their first 274 Spring| Just wait, ere long new broods of chicks will come. ~Bright 275 Winter| Deprives Katryne of her broom or cooking pot, ~Each of 276 Spring| us would ride on homemade brooms and sticks, ~Headforemost 277 Summer| cook your daily stew or broth, ~Calls not for salt alone, 278 Spring| cooked and seasoned soups and broths; ~You care not for sweet 279 Winter| motely, black, white and brown,~Moo pleadingly when they 280 Summer| balloon, ~Yet like a stinking brute, harrassed by his misdeeds, ~ 281 Winter| thing how these bloodthirsty brutes,~Like gory butchers, kill 282 Autumn| prest down by a bast shoe, ~Bubbles like oatmeal pap within 283 Autumn| and broiled so much, ~The bubbling of the pots and pans was 284 Summer| tit for tat, ~With milking buckets watered raging men and boys. ~ 285 Spring| good health, that piebald bug. ~Eat lady beetles, vain 286 Spring| distant clouds, ~Like speedy bullets shot up through the stilly 287 Spring| or budge. ~‘Twas but the bullhead bat and the intriguer owl ~ 288 Summer| plow, ~Is scared to catch a bullock by his blunted horns - ~ 289 Spring| know what happens when a bunch of dolls arrives. ~"O Adam, 290 Winter| to use for such an end ~A bundle of dry twigs, or an old, 291 Autumn| stealing wood, ~Or smuggling bundles of tobacco banned by law, ~ 292 Spring| cakes and fancy rolls and buns, ~Nor care for bracing mead 293 Summer| breaking backs, ~And drag like burden beasts a load of cares and 294 Spring| and trills ~Make all our burdens light and urge us to rejoice. ~ 295 Winter| a Frenchman, filled with burly frogs and toads,~And a Lithuanian, 296 Winter| how foul Docys last year~Burned down good Krizas' home and 297 Spring| ached, ~And their intestines burst, and they died in great 298 Autumn| chopped lungs until it almost bursts.~Too, make a lot of that 299 Summer| And even the sly fox, with bushy tale let down, ~And the 300 Autumn| Mikols in the garden singes butchered shoat ~With flaming straw - 301 Winter| bloodthirsty brutes,~Like gory butchers, kill scores of our sheep 302 Autumn| content. ~But now I am the butt of ridicule by all - ~Now 303 Summer| unwinnowed bread and pallid buttermilk, ~Work on the quick each 304 Autumn| covered up." ~Quoth lisping Buzas, "Yes, indeed, that is the 305 Spring| learning to blab out the A B C, ~Have caused our parents 306 Spring| beaming spring. ~The hens have cackled out so many shiny eggs, ~ 307 Autumn| clucks are sweet or your cackles are grand. ~Ah no! It is 308 Summer| on the beams, whereon the cackling chickens drowse. ~So let' 309 Summer| Has no peace, and like Cain, each day fears Heaven's 310 Winter| exploding gun. ~When this calamity - O Lord save us - took 311 Winter| hash or stew makes our old caldrons seethe, ~And in the winter 312 Summer| them the lone remaining calf. ~"Then with the wages, 313 Winter| in peace, ~With five lit candles guards the squire's old 314 Spring| back with his thick walking cane.~As yet you have not learned 315 Spring| of ours, ~Or sneakingly captured one by a wing alive, ~And 316 Autumn| while sad tears furrow our care-worn cheeks. ~We are the indigent 317 Winter| had promised you a joyful, carefree life.~We sinful orphans, 318 Summer| scent - ~Then, withered, carelessly upon some trash-heap thrown. ~" 319 Winter| now my friends, because of carelessness, ~Most devastating damages 320 Spring| day a soft south breeze caressed the barren fields ~And coaxed 321 Winter| aging dusty man, we bent and careworn souls;~We, too, once, just 322 Spring| Took once again to wing and caroled their glad tale. ~The crane 323 Spring| looming palaces ~And rolling carriages, the downfall of the rich, ~ 324 Spring| shabby feathered garb, ~Some carried back a maimed or broken 325 Autumn| then given a dispatch ~To carry back with me, provoked and 326 Autumn| hunting knife~And started to carve out large cuts of luscious 327 Autumn| he his savings keeps. ~In case you plan to visit Selmas' 328 Autumn| not taught their ABC's nor Cathechism. ~They learned the Holy 329 Summer| daily work, ~And to our cattle, starved because of lack 330 Autumn| out my pallid nose.~This causes me great pain, and e'en 331 Spring| sleep her doll in a dark cave?~And, Lord be merciful, 332 Summer| you, when you again will celebrate ~The autumn's fruitfulness, 333 Summer| uncounted blessings come. ~"A certain wretched lord keeps smirking 334 Winter| Docys was put in heavy iron chains, ~Then thrown into a sleigh 335 Summer| wishes to sit on a higher chair than his. ~Is that a proper 336 Autumn| just flopped down in the chairs; ~Without the thought of 337 Spring| demigod.~But when at times we chance to hear him speak his mind,~ 338 Summer| time this world has greatly changed. ~"Observing such events 339 Winter| cold winds rage and the air changes clash, ~Some animals are 340 Summer| picked such a lot ~Of bolets, chanterells, russulas, and verdetts, ~ 341 Autumn| Lithuanians are men of good character;~They love their families, 342 Summer| tasks the feudal serfs you charged, ~Forewarned them not to 343 Winter| startled hearing such strange charges of Docys. ~Said one of them, " 344 Summer| to the boors, ~As he was charging them with sundry feudal 345 Spring| you in glory raise your charming voice and cry,~"Jurgut, 346 Autumn| his modest home only the charred ruins stare. ~Such foul 347 Summer| As Diksas with his club chastises the poor wretch. ~O kindly 348 Spring| turning spinning wheels, chat, gossip, laugh, and sigh? ~ 349 Spring| spinning wheel.~As thus they chatter, smirk and giggle senselessly,~ 350 Winter| when a Polish or a Jewish chatterer ~Maliciously attempts to 351 Winter| they are averse to wearing checkered garb. ~"I think we'd better 352 Autumn| tears furrow our care-worn cheeks. ~We are the indigent and 353 Summer| When hired help was so cheep and so obedient? ~"When 354 Autumn| the belly must be kept in cheerful mood ~But also it must be 355 Autumn| talk and dine.~Ere long the chefs had cooked these newest 356 Autumn| the yearly scot ~To the cheftains when due; else, the mean 357 Winter| And while so governing to cherish man and God." ~"You," Prickus 358 Summer| hard to find. ~He loved and cherished plain and simple folk, my 359 Winter| fine and honorable man;~He cherishes his friends and does not 360 Summer| lordlings strut around with chests thrust out, ~Gorge costly 361 Summer| such goodies oftentimes ~Chew with delight and praise 362 Spring| Another, lacking grain, chews a beweathered weed. ~Arriving 363 Spring| ere long new broods of chicks will come. ~Bright goslings 364 Summer| condiments? ~And yet you chide the boors for spreading 365 Autumn| arguments arise; ~But when the chieftains levy the annual tax,~And 366 Winter| autumn's messy work; ~His chilling blasts wiped out the sodden 367 Winter| your stove;~See that your chimney is devoid of clotted soot,~ 368 Spring| beard from his protruding chin, ~And with his fingernails 369 Autumn| trickled down their bobbing chins. ~The guests thought that 370 Winter| soot,~And keep no twigs or chips heaped up on your fireplace,~ 371 Spring| Each night she starts to chirp when we are wrapped in sleep,~ 372 Winter| And once again the lark is chirping on the wing. ~Yea, yea; 373 Summer| Repeating its tribe's sounds, chirps a sad melody. ~Yea, in such 374 Autumn| goodly crowd, attired in choisest clothes, ~Conversing brazenly, 375 Summer| kick, ~Death mixes in and chokes young lives with his smallpox ~ 376 Summer| miserable mite, ~He's racked by choking thirst for a reviving gulp, ~ 377 Autumn| men of old,~And so said Christ, our Lord, and his disciples 378 Summer| we, too, although we are Christian Prussians, ~Yea, we Lithuanians, 379 Autumn| The Advent is at hand, and Christmas soon will come.~Look! From 380 Autumn| Lord and Holy Writ, the churches and the faith - ~High hymns 381 Spring| glad tale. ~The crane kept circling high amidst the milky clouds ~ 382 Summer| what is left, the pigs are claiming as their share. ~Thus, having 383 Autumn| and too young; ~Another claims that he is too lax and too 384 Spring| yet he neither cried nor clamored in the heights. ~No, he 385 Winter| rage and the air changes clash, ~Some animals are nestling 386 Spring| with his fingernails he clawed his bloated face. ~But that 387 Autumn| washed his battered skull and cleansed and dried his wounds.~The 388 Autumn| an outstreched hare, ~Was clearing nests of curling worms from 389 Summer| assaulted me and almost cleaved my head; ~Then next, he 390 Summer| your hides; ~Because his clement heart takes pity on poor 391 Autumn| teachers, so they measure clergymen. ~On Sundays, when the loose-tongued 392 Spring| nightingale alone was hiding cleverly,~Waiting till all the flocks 393 Spring| parental nest, ~And oft he climbs a tree and kills the family. ~ 394 Summer| frock - ~From under a silk cloak he often snickers, too. ~ 395 Autumn| stopped by it to take a closer look. ~As there I stood 396 Spring| Then weaves the sturdy cloth, then bleaches the new goods, ~ 397 Winter| your chimney is devoid of clotted soot,~And keep no twigs 398 Autumn| way are wiped off with a clout -~And in the same brook 399 Winter| beg alms. ~So let's not clown, e'en though the rulers 400 Autumn| weddings improvise all kinds of clowning jests. ~But listen now and 401 Autumn| Indeed, he would have clubbed my head right then and there. ~ 402 Autumn| our barns ~Because your clucks are sweet or your cackles 403 Autumn| requires good sense. ~It is but clumsy fools who, by their stealing 404 Autumn| at gatherings his talk is coarse and vile, ~And shames the 405 Autumn| Some shoeless and some coatless made amusing pranks. ~You 406 Spring| caressed the barren fields ~And coaxed each blade and leaf to rise 407 Spring| Recall how your father, shoe cobbler as he was, ~So oft would 408 Summer| his shallow head, ~Like a cock chasing hens, intimidates 409 Summer| hare, with his long ears cocked up, ~All out of breath, 410 Winter| driveler, ~Oft screeches like a cockerel and lifts his crest. ~Alas, 411 Winter| sacks of gold and silver coins,~The squire became composed 412 Autumn| radishes, ~Beets, rutabagas, cole, beet tops, peas, sauerkraut, ~ 413 Autumn| And many, many stoups of colorful design.~Ere long the guests 414 Summer| downpour's coming on, ~And columns of the sun are looming o' 415 Spring| Each day a lot of lice he combed out of your hair,~Until 416 Autumn| manure. ~Blinded by cards and comedies the errant lords ~Leave 417 Summer| your demise, our joys and comforts passed away! ~O father, 418 Spring| her subjects to the task,~Commanding them to start again upon 419 Winter| pot, ~Each of the three commits a grave and shameful sin. ~ 420 Autumn| the bishop's hand at the communion rail ~Had been divinely 421 Summer| their valets may never well compare; ~But neither do we suffer 422 Autumn| their warm sheepskin coats, ~Compels the old and weak to hug 423 Autumn| harshly and too loud; ~Another complains he does not scream loud 424 Summer| quite fast, ~If we are to complete our many boorish tasks. ~ 425 Winter| the way the farmers should comport, ~If they wish to be smart 426 Winter| coins,~The squire became composed and ceased to moan and sigh.~ 427 Winter| with shallow minds, can't comprehend Thy deeds,~And Thy eternal 428 Winter| Docys. ~And when all those concerned were found to be at hand, ~ 429 Autumn| tis too dark; ~Paikius condemns the school, Vauskus - the 430 Summer| at times they served some condimented hash, ~Or now and then mixed 431 Summer| That for many a week I was confined to bed. ~The very thought 432 Summer| that irks the ugly frogs, ~Confounds the stealthy mice and scares 433 Autumn| whom you know. ~Krizas confronted them with harsh and angry 434 Spring| When in the wintertime they congregate to spin.~I found that some 435 Winter| a fool, afflicted by his conscience, ~Like some tormented soul, 436 Autumn| useful liverwurst:~For such conserves will prove to be a handy 437 Winter| sway and roll, the mean, conspiring thieves ~Chop down forbidden 438 Winter| beggers, when the flames consume their homes? ~And then, 439 Spring| were, ~The barrels that contained our beets and sauerkraut, ~ 440 Summer| knight, ~And shouts with loud contempt at the hard working serfs, ~ 441 Autumn| our bitter tears with a contemptuous smile! ~But still we know 442 Summer| approaching a poor boor, ~Contemptuously spits on him like on a dog, ~ 443 Spring| fine men. ~"Yes," Prickus continued, "that is the honest truth.~ 444 Autumn| loose-tongued gossipers convene, ~Their first rite is to 445 Spring| responded to the call, ~Convening in one spot and shouting 446 Autumn| of beer,~And started to converse in brazen boorish way.~You 447 Autumn| attired in choisest clothes, ~Conversing brazenly, filled Krizas' 448 Summer| that each day now they convey ~To Karaliaucius and dispose 449 Winter| their long line of carts~Conveyed to Karaliaucius the grain 450 Autumn| Here three befattened cooks appeared before my eyes: ~ 451 Autumn| pens: ~In ev'ry nook and corner garbage and manure. ~Those 452 Autumn| those gray shoats, and that corpulant sow;~Eat to your precious 453 Winter| They care not if a sow is corpulent or lean;~They never hesitate 454 Winter| It was because of vice, corruption, filth and sin. ~And are 455 Spring| fashioning: ~In his small cottage, he sings like a nightingale, ~ 456 Winter| But when his servants had counted the cash received,~What 457 Autumn| called upon the smiling country girls ~To come forward and 458 Winter| crow meat,~Shoot down a couple of black crows for my own 459 Spring| you know,~When he and his cousin ate till their bellies ached, ~ 460 Autumn| Lithuanians, my beloved coutrymen, ~Prays do not fraternize 461 Winter| wind-tight lairs, ~While others cower high up in the trees and 462 Spring| goats,~Agazing through the cracks, cry sadly for some food.~ 463 Spring| and cares, ~Which from our cradles to our graves abide with 464 Spring| caroled their glad tale. ~The crane kept circling high amidst 465 Winter| justices,~Even if I at times, craving for some crow meat,~Shoot 466 Winter| angrily, ~At once cunningly crawl beneath the windtight roof.~ 467 Autumn| with their instruments they crawled beneath the beds. ~The twirling 468 Spring| and mean flies; ~Eat ever crawling ants and all their unborn 469 Autumn| Like withered rods, they creak and sigh before the wind. ~ 470 Winter| three grim days the wretched creature died. ~The squire, too, 471 Winter| recall full well how we poor creatures fared,~When being tiny tots 472 Autumn| That is the faith and creed of this unholy age! ~Alas! 473 Winter| fear of herdsmen and their crews,~Who come at them with shouts 474 Autumn| not it nice to taste some crispy bacon strips~While pitching 475 Summer| one aptly said, 'An old crone's rattling teeth ~Are much 476 Autumn| mumbled boorishly, ~Into the crowded yard rode then the newly-weds, ~ 477 Summer| Krizas so complained, large crowds of men appeared, ~Ashouting, " 478 Winter| spread. ~Before the roosters crowed, the fire lit up the skies, ~ 479 Winter| despoiled their loveliness,~And crowned us, aged men, with wreaths 480 Spring| oxen team; ~Each year you, cruel knave, wear out the faithful 481 Autumn| long endured the feudal cruelties?~Why do you mutilate poor 482 Winter| ll not like to sip a cold crumbled bread soup.~Many a time 483 Summer| but a crust of bread and crumbs of cheese? ~Then having 484 Summer| cheese? ~Then having roughly crunched his miserable mite, ~He' 485 Autumn| now regain our strength by crunching tasty cuts.~As work we must, 486 Autumn| majestic grove; ~Irate winds crush the charm of buds and blossoms 487 Spring| rutabagas, turnips, radishes, ~Cucumbers, lettuce, onions and potatoes 488 Autumn| it soon, I crept into the cuisine, ~To see what kind of bites 489 Autumn| Some of the women their sly cunning then displayed, ~And rather 490 Winter| assail us angrily, ~At once cunningly crawl beneath the windtight 491 Spring| full of bugs and mud and curdling slime. ~But worry not my 492 Autumn| Was clearing nests of curling worms from the entrails; ~ 493 Summer| and their sweet smiles and curls ~Lose all the grace and 494 Spring| rolling on his floor and cursing terribly. ~By his unholy 495 Spring| Why do you run?' ~'Oh,' curtly she replied, 'Our master, 496 Autumn| tune. ~Plyckius twanged cymbal; Kubas scraped his violin; ~ 497 Autumn| Lauriene praised their hens. ~Dake sang of her geese, Jeke - 498 Spring| the old thatch roof much damaged and despoiled; ~And even 499 Winter| carelessness, ~Most devastating damages can bring to us; ~As its 500 Summer| farmerettes, like fashionable dames, ~Dress up in stylish clothes