Season

2001 Autumn|               sells them secretly and sips the bracing drinks. ~And
2002 Spring|           shame. ~"To you, our worthy sire, the first of living dolls,~
2003 Autumn|               French, ~And shoes, our sires were e'en ashamed to speak
2004 Summer|               the summit clear, ~Just sits high up in space and smiles
2005 Autumn|        trifling thing: ~Dodys and his six men, while threshing in
2006 Summer|              Had thrown in as a tip a sixpense for a drink; ~And if a pair
2007 Autumn|         steaming food: ~Rich pork and sizzling steaks, and chicken, goose
2008 Summer|       usefulness and of his might and skill, ~And scowls when he is
2009 Spring|              too, the watchman almost skinned your hardened hide, ~And
2010 Winter|             too, once, just like you, skipped in the village streets,~
2011 Summer|             to don their multicolored skirts. ~The rustic boys now wear
2012 Autumn|               She washed his battered skull and cleansed and dried his
2013 Spring|               Was any one killed by a skunk or a marten?~Perhaps someone
2014 Spring|         smiling spring. ~The rats and skunks came forth from secret holes
2015 Autumn|          blackspotted young, ~As in a slaghterhouse, began to squeak and squeal, ~
2016 Autumn|          wheels renew the ruts in its slashed back. ~Where two old dobbins
2017 Autumn|         piggeries,~And e'en about the slaughtered pigs, began to prate.~Because
2018 Winter|             husky shoat apart. ~Those slaughterers, e'en when filled up with
2019 Autumn|          vividly portrays - ~With the slaughterous scythe, that chills the
2020 Autumn|               a shed, ~And Paikzentis slaughters a fattened full-grown ram. ~
2021 Autumn|            ram. ~And Vauskus, yonder, slays his single horned bull, ~
2022 Spring|               egotists, ~And even the sleek French could not scorn our
2023 Summer|              a demented slouch, while sleeping wets his bed, ~And knows
2024 Summer|         because of his demise, passed sleepless nights, ~And drenched my
2025 Winter|           chains, ~Then thrown into a sleigh and hauled to be arraigned. ~
2026 Spring|             bugs and mud and curdling slime. ~But worry not my friends
2027 Winter|             your flippant tongue from slipping in discourse!" ~Then, having
2028 Winter|            tales and loiter with your slothful friends;~Others keep filling
2029 Summer|               rude - ~Like a demented slouch, while sleeping wets his
2030 Autumn|               then fade. ~And now the sluicy mud, prest down by a bast
2031 Winter|            nightly, when the world is slumbering in peace, ~With five lit
2032 Spring|              the home of Bleberis~And slur his worthy name with insensate
2033 Winter|         autumn rains and never-ending slush. ~Even the noble lords,
2034 Autumn|          blood and gore~Rolled on the slushy floor and bashed each other
2035 Winter|               of your friends, ~Munch slyly on the stolen food like
2036 Autumn|               a mighty appetite, ~And smacked his lips at sight and smell
2037 Autumn|             by the flaming stove ~And smacking his foul lips, awaiting
2038 Summer|           chokes young lives with his smallpox ~Or with his typhus germs
2039 Autumn|           then displayed, ~And rather smartly, too, for woman's wit is
2040 Autumn|              But all their beauty now smells like a rotting grave. ~Death
2041 Autumn|               vomit spreys across the smelly room. ~The tale of such
2042 Autumn|             modest home. ~Good Krizas smiled and bowed as he met ev'ry
2043 Spring|          wheel.~As thus they chatter, smirk and giggle senselessly,~
2044 Summer|           certain wretched lord keeps smirking at the boors,~And as he
2045 Summer|               at the boors,~And as he smirks, the dupe, derides their
2046 Winter|           never meant that you should smite the just one, too. ~Therefore,
2047 Winter|         frying nasty crows, ~And in a smudgy pipkin seethes their fulsome
2048 Autumn|              their stealing wood, ~Or smuggling bundles of tobacco banned
2049 Autumn|               than they should, ~Sing smutty German songs, use vulgar
2050 Autumn|         multiply, gape for some tasty snacks. ~"Then feast not constantly,
2051 Spring|           marten?~Perhaps someone was snatched by an owl or a hawk? ~Has
2052 Summer|              agaping for the meat~And snatching it like dogs, torment the
2053 Spring|            poor liegeman of ours, ~Or sneakingly captured one by a wing alive, ~
2054 Summer|               the arrogant Germans to sneer at us." ~As Selmas so complained,
2055 Summer|         unpleasant smell may make you sneeze and choke,~And though you
2056 Winter|         abegging you for alms, ~Pray, snicker not at him, nor scoff at
2057 Summer|           under a silk cloak he often snickers, too. ~So do not wonder
2058 Autumn|              us as much as any German snob could do. ~Many a time our
2059 Spring|              Just wait, you brainless snort; your luck may change again, ~
2060 Spring|              We too, when we were but snotnosed, unruly brats, ~Engaged
2061 Winter|          Monday, he keeps picking his snout's gore." ~"Indeed," replied
2062 Summer|           amidst the crowd.~Laurynas, soaking wet, seized the bedampened
2063 Autumn|            you gorge fat chunks? ~We, soiled and worn out boors; we,
2064 Spring|             thing, scarcely bears his sole remaining horn; ~The other,
2065 Spring|             too, when they lost their solemnity, ~Only through drudgery
2066 Autumn|          comes,~Submits itself to our solicitude and care, ~And looks with
2067 Spring|               field your well-beloved son~Rose up in hate and slew
2068 Winter|          chimney is devoid of clotted soot,~And keep no twigs or chips
2069 Summer|             sundry feudal tasks. ~"In sooth," he said, "a body full
2070 Autumn|      witchcraft fumes ~And sensed the sorcery they were performing there. ~
2071 Summer|               the aching back, ~And a sore stomach growls for an appeasing
2072 Summer|         intact. ~Plauciunas, that old sot, drank at the harvest feast ~
2073 Autumn|          growl. ~Said I, 'You useless sots, you godless epicures! ~
2074 Autumn|             And in the cold fall days sought refuge in the fields, ~Or
2075 Spring|               one and all admire your soul-entrancing song~When you sing your
2076 Summer|                 Repeating its tribe's sounds, chirps a sad melody. ~Yea,
2077 Winter|               have naught but sodden, sour swill to eat, like swine. ~"
2078 Spring|            just like yours, are but a source of pain.~Of course, your
2079 Spring|              naught. ~Each day a soft south breeze caressed the barren
2080 Autumn|              Slay few sheep and, too, spare not that hornless ram;~Put
2081 Autumn|               grand wedding ball ~And spared no means to make the party
2082 Autumn|               must be saved and eaten sparingly, ~Remembering that there
2083 Winter|           Roundly condemned Docys and spat disgustedly. ~But that was
2084 Winter|              stinking simpleton ~Who, speaking sweet Lithuanian tongue,
2085 Spring|              high praise for spinning speedily, ~Transforming hards and
2086 Summer|              their earnest haste were speeding on the run.~Here Albas in
2087 Spring|             the distant clouds, ~Like speedy bullets shot up through
2088 Autumn|             how indiscreet Docys, ~By spending lavishly and drinking senselessly, ~
2089 Autumn|             With mushrooms, fish, and spice, as added flavoring - ~Indeed,
2090 Spring|             care not for our pork and spicy sausages. ~You have no taste
2091 Spring|           Secluded in the nooks, lean spiders spun their threads, ~Or,
2092 Spring|               e'en a simple boor must spit to hide a blush;~And all
2093 Winter|              wearing new high-boots, ~Splashed through the squashy mud
2094 Autumn|              Is it a proper thing ~To spoil the feast with talk about
2095 Winter|            Lithuanians there are many spoiled boors~And many hired hands
2096 Autumn|                Did not appreciate the sponsor's decent talk?~And that'
2097 Summer|            ease each day picks up his spoon in hand. ~What if some Mykolas
2098 Autumn|               of Heav'n they took the spoons in hand, ~And, yapping all
2099 Spring|               call, ~Convening in one spot and shouting in one voice: ~"
2100 Summer|               you chide the boors for spreading good manure ~That rich nutrition
2101 Autumn|         therein, ~Till the foul vomit spreys across the smelly room. ~
2102 Autumn|           handy thing.~Remember, many springs are very long and lean.~
2103 Winter|             delivered, is but a frail sprout;~Then having sucked the
2104 Spring|              Or urge the oxen to step spryly with the plow,~Then we learn
2105 Spring|               the nooks, lean spiders spun their threads, ~Or, scaling
2106 Summer|              Is not it a grave sin to spurn God's blessed gifts, ~For
2107 Autumn|             poor dobbin's flanks with spurs?~Ride slowly, you gaper,
2108 Autumn|               Now, parsnips, carrots, squash, dill pickles, radishes, ~
2109 Autumn|               slaghterhouse, began to squeak and squeal, ~Then through
2110 Autumn|    slaghterhouse, began to squeak and squeal, ~Then through the windows
2111 Summer|            the door swung open with a squeek. ~A summons in his hand,
2112 Winter|              room and looked at Kubas squintingly,~"That 'tis not fitting
2113 Autumn|           head ~So hard that the snot squirts from out my pallid nose.~
2114 Summer|             hay ~And to store up high stacks for the ensuing year. ~And '
2115 Winter|           squire himself with all his staff appeared, ~And held an inquiry
2116 Autumn|             tots look on, the parents stage a fight - ~Scratch one another'
2117 Winter|               pot-valiant, raging and staggering, ~And that one, lying drunk
2118 Summer|              of need, he hastens to a stagnant pool, ~Face downward, breathlessly
2119 Summer|        Lithuanians were pagans, ~From stakes and logs of wood they fashioned
2120 Winter|              ice,~And ev'rything that stalks within the forests wide,~
2121 Summer|             you clean and scrape each stall and ev'ry nook." ~Thus having
2122 Summer|              Alighted on his steed, a stallion four years old, ~And galloped
2123 Spring|               home and family - ~You, stalwart breadwinners with sweet
2124 Autumn|           home only the charred ruins stare. ~Such foul activities of
2125 Winter|          times he just moaned low and stared far into space.~As thus
2126 Autumn|          skies ~And dims the sun, the stars, and e'en the frigid moon. ~
2127 Winter|          commune, and Bleberis, ~Were startled hearing such strange charges
2128 Summer|             work, ~And to our cattle, starved because of lack of feed, ~
2129 Winter|             hungry sows and flocks of starving sheep, ~And other animals,
2130 Spring|              first spring~And tasting stealthily of the forbidden fruit,~
2131 Summer|            ugly frogs, ~Confounds the stealthy mice and scares the hooting
2132 Autumn|             many lies about the lusty steeds,~Enskys praised to the skies
2133 Autumn|               day live saintly lives, steer clear of all misdeeds,~And
2134 Autumn|               house with an offensive stench. ~The lordly servants soon
2135 Spring|            patch,~Or urge the oxen to step spryly with the plow,~Then
2136 Summer|             now at the sight of these stern-visaged men ~Became so much afraid,
2137 Spring|          dolls in swaddling rags ~And stick them in the crib, down in
2138 Summer|             stables and all sheds and sties, ~And since there often
2139 Spring|           bullets shot up through the stilly air. ~Then having eaten
2140 Spring|              And gaping all around to sting the rich and poor.~The queen
2141 Summer|               a birchen rod, ~And the stinkard almost lashed to death his
2142 Autumn|               Among Lithuanians oft a stinker comes along,~And by his
2143 Autumn|             on your old head. ~"Those stinkers have such huts, that when
2144 Autumn|             And put a saddle with new stirrups shining bright;~Then having
2145 Spring|              He took you in without a stitch upon your back;~Each day
2146 Autumn|       sustenance.~So we must feed our stock, but feed it sensibly; ~
2147 Spring|               trouble had occured. ~A stocky gentleman, well drest - '
2148 Winter|             covered crests, remaining stoically, ~Like powdered gentlemen
2149 Summer|             they had to fill up their stomachs, as we do, ~With meatless
2150 Summer|         intimidates his men. ~But his stooge, Diksas, oft outdoes his
2151 Spring|           valet~Of Kasparas, each day stoops low before the rich,~And
2152 Autumn|            unsightly shack, ~And so I stopped by it to take a closer look. ~
2153 Autumn|               For just a pigsty and a storehouse still remain; ~But of his
2154 Winter|           blew the rains to where the storks now idly drowse.~Then through
2155 Spring|                 Or when the gales and storms will try to harry us. ~Let'
2156 Spring|           harsh and hungry day, ~When stormy gales sweep by, and drenching
2157 Autumn|           large mugs, ~And many, many stoups of colorful design.~Ere
2158 Spring|              queen, ~And your melodic strains grow evermore superb; ~But
2159 Winter|           good people do,~So that the strangers may praise us without a
2160 Autumn|               his horse full well, he strapped~His own strong, manly loins
2161 Summer|             The serfs from all around streamed to the manor stalls.~Some
2162 Autumn|           ground along the road sheds streams of tears, ~As rolling wheels
2163 Summer|             one here, another there - streched out, ~Face downward by a
2164 Winter|                Even if wretched I, to strenghten my poor soul,~Each year
2165 Spring|               joyful days; ~For after stress and strain we find repose
2166 Autumn|         terrified; but then ~He, on a stretcher, half-alive, was fetched
2167 Autumn|           less of its majestic rays, ~Stretches out more and more the shadows
2168 Winter|              where we on the run have strewn the golden grain,~Now are
2169 Spring|             and cease your talk! ~Pay strict attention to what we will
2170 Autumn|           Prussians did not speak the strident German tongue, ~And did
2171 Winter|            Into what evil times we're striding day by day! ~Now e'en the
2172 Autumn|          threshing in the barn, ~Were striking with their flails the pea
2173 Spring|          world, ~God willing, we must strive to do our very best. ~And
2174 Autumn|              her ducks, ~And each one strived hard to outsing the rest
2175 Summer|         dreamt about our woes. ~Thus, striving to help us, you ordered
2176 Summer|              much of wealth, ~He just strolled aimlessly and mumbled foolishly, ~
2177 Winter|              And many hired hands who strongly down that food;~To me 'tis
2178 Winter|               Germans come to see and study us, ~But we are honored
2179 Winter|             twigs, or an old, rotting stump?" ~"Look, neighbors, that
2180 Winter|               en the fallen trees and stumps become disturbed, ~As the
2181 Spring|             huddled shivering under a stunted bush, ~Crept out in joyous
2182 Autumn|               nobleman, ~Each babbled stupidly and sucked his mother's
2183 Spring|              care for bracing mead or stupifying wine. ~Fed on the simple
2184 Summer|       fashionable dames, ~Dress up in stylish clothes and strut unblushingly. ~
2185 Spring|            bee, too, called forth her subjects to the task,~Commanding
2186 Autumn|             when bitter winter comes,~Submits itself to our solicitude
2187 Spring|               Although you oftentimes subsist on scanty meals, ~Mark how
2188 Spring|               daily bread; ~Earn your subsistence for the dreary autumn days. ~
2189 Summer|              But when a wreched boor, subsisting on pale whey, ~Half-dead
2190 Summer|               day from dawn to dusk, ~Subsists from day to day on plain
2191 Summer|          hooting owls; ~This precious substance lies in all stalls and hog
2192 Winter|           three full nights,~And each succeeding morn shed such pathetic
2193 Winter|            then to laugh at him as he succumbs in pain?~Though God permitted
2194 Winter|           years gone by~And Thou wilt succur us in all the years to come.~
2195 Autumn|              his mate muttered as she suckled her frail cubs - ~There,
2196 Winter|             ruined, all you can do is sue. ~"My friends you well recall
2197 Winter|          though I fail~In bringing in sufficient count of sparrows' legs?~
2198 Autumn|              But none ever received a suitable redress.~Good God! How well
2199 Winter|          working through the long and sultry summer days,~From our hot
2200 Winter|         helped to cart the grain ~Was summarily lashed, because they returned
2201 Summer|           blazed its course up to the summit clear, ~Just sits high up
2202 Winter|            Eternal Judge, ~And having summoned all, rich lords and lowly
2203 Autumn|           they measure clergymen. ~On Sundays, when the loose-tongued
2204 Winter|              most hot or cold, bright sunshine or grim rain, ~Selfsame
2205 Summer|             bone, too. ~Why don't you sup your soup without all condiments? ~
2206 Spring|         melodic strains grow evermore superb; ~But when at times we catch
2207 Summer|             German wives, ~With their superior work abash you constantly? ~
2208 Summer|               shut tight! - ~We, your superiors, at this opportune time, ~
2209 Summer|             they did many strange and superstitious things. ~But now we, too,
2210 Autumn|              the breakfast, lunch and supper rolls around ~And calls
2211 Autumn|             scanty food supplies; ~Be sure your meats and fats will
2212 Summer|               Yea, we Lithuanians, we surfeit ourselves too much, ~And
2213 Spring|             of food? Who died and who survived? ~Was any one killed by
2214 Winter|            earnest work.~Thou, O God, sustained us in all the years gone
2215 Winter|             Slapjurgis, and his maid, Susukate, ~Oft have told why he is
2216 Autumn|           stuck in some dark nook,~Or swaddled in old rags and laid on
2217 Summer|           having spoke, he turned and swaggered through the door - ~Alighted
2218 Autumn|               that soon the hell will swallow you, ~For flaunting the
2219 Winter|               hand. ~The pools, where swam the fish and leaped and
2220 Winter|          barren fields, ~How lowland, swamp, and marsh all hard-fixed
2221 Winter|               roads across the marshy swamps, ~And prompted all to change
2222 Summer|           like anthills, now began to swarm and buzz; ~The farmers and
2223 Summer|             weather beaten hemp still sways against the wind." ~As this
2224 Summer|          night. ~"When a fat lordling swears, that's nothing new at all;~
2225 Summer|            man. ~For he who toils and sweats each day from dawn to dusk, ~
2226 Winter|            that boors are all alike. ~Swede, Russian, Pole and Jew -
2227 Spring|               day, ~When stormy gales sweep by, and drenching torrents
2228 Autumn|            the bride passed cakes and sweets around, ~And soon the guests
2229 Spring|        hearing these truthful words, ~Swelled like a maniac bereft of
2230 Autumn|               each twig is thoroughly swept bare;~Like withered rods,
2231 Spring|            but trash. ~Indeed, things swiftly change when one has to put
2232 Winter|               naught but sodden, sour swill to eat, like swine. ~"And
2233 Spring|        Employed by Bleberis as a mere swineherd's help, ~And bast-shod,
2234 Summer|               harvest will be in full swing. ~"Ah," spoke up Krizas, "
2235 Autumn|              I spoke to him about his swinishness ~And as a neighbor, gave
2236 Summer|          hellish rage, grew faint and swooned, ~And many unnerved sparrows
2237 Autumn|         rushed in with thin homewoven tablecloths ~And set a lengthy table
2238 Autumn|         potent drinks,~Loud laughter, tactless tales, and squeaky songs
2239 Spring|               other, who has lost his tail, just creeps along. ~The
2240 Spring|                dressed in trimmed and tailored clothes, ~Each day lives
2241 Summer|            not even how to herd a few tame pigs; ~And yet the lousy
2242 Autumn|            beer, ~And told his men to tap them in the dining room. ~
2243 Autumn|         myrtle leaves and Polish axle tar; ~This balm befilled the
2244 Spring|             great wealth for naught. ~Tare, thistle, nettle, and many
2245 Summer|            some of them had baked and tasted new wheat cakes. ~And as
2246 Summer|            not one mushroom saved for tasteful flavoring? ~You know a mushroom
2247 Winter|             savory mixed-mass,~Cooked tastily with pork, praise highly
2248 Spring|          hailing the first spring~And tasting stealthily of the forbidden
2249 Summer|      Pakuliene with Lauriene, tit for tat, ~With milking buckets watered
2250 Autumn|              on his neck his worn and tattered mane,~I sigh heart-stricken
2251 Autumn|            then they used rash words, tattled offensive tales, ~And deeply
2252 Autumn|              wed the chief commune of Taukiai bailiwick. ~That's why her
2253 Winter|               re not a bit ashamed to taunt our decent men. ~Ye, arrogant
2254 Autumn|               fall comes, ~And in the taverns drink away their little
2255 Autumn|          modestly, ~But to pay up the taxes to the government, ~And
2256 Spring|         learned to pour your master's tea,~Go, put on your bast shoes;
2257 Autumn|             how to live, ~And in your teaching dare to scold and upbraid
2258 Summer|             quite broke; ~Then in his teamless field - it is a shame to
2259 Autumn|               a black hawk; ~Another, tearing with his nails an outstreched
2260 Summer|         falling all around before the tempered steel. ~New buds, like blooming
2261 Autumn|        drunkard even among them, when temulent, ~Is not ashamed to blab
2262 Summer|               bending your head low - ten dollars pay a year, ~And
2263 Winter|             kill a gallant bull and a tenacious ox. ~In fact they slay a
2264 Autumn|       unsheathing a large knife, ~"My tender-hearted friend, why do you prate
2265 Autumn|                Inhumanly torments the tenderhearted wretch, ~Or sneeringly derides
2266 Winter|            reap the wealth the summer tenders us.~What good are all our
2267 Autumn|             truth in plain and simple terms. ~"Each human being painfully
2268 Winter|              can bring to us; ~As its terrific glare lights up the gloomy
2269 Spring|               that heartless foe, oft terrifies us all, ~As he garrotes
2270 Winter|             many witnesses arrived to testify. ~Stern Prickus with Enskys
2271 Winter|              Because the sun again is thawing the snowdrifts, ~And once
2272 Autumn|             tax. ~And so you see, the theft of wood requires good sense. ~
2273 Autumn|          useless to the sledge, ~So I thenceforth was an abased and abject
2274       | thereby
2275       | therein
2276 Autumn|             me well like any wretched thief, ~Each time he, like a rogue,
2277 Winter|            roll, the mean, conspiring thieves ~Chop down forbidden linden
2278 Summer|               with a set of brand new thills and wheels,~With other men
2279 Spring|              wonder what your Eve was thinking at the time~Your first-born
2280 Winter|              Forgetful of himself, he thinks first of his wife,~Then
2281 Autumn|           hold my tears. ~Because for thirteen years with it I have sliced
2282 Spring|             wealth for naught. ~Tare, thistle, nettle, and many a useless
2283 Winter|             arms, ~And like a prickly thorn harasses weary boors; ~And
2284 Winter|            Thy deeds,~And Thy eternal thoughts to us seem bottomless,~E'
2285 Spring|             The icy season's grip was thouroughly undone, ~And heaps of high-piled
2286 Autumn|               caught me, ~And, having thrashed me well like any wretched
2287 Summer|          winter gone we all will walk thread-bare." ~"There now," spoke up
2288 Spring|           play in the village streets threadbare. ~"Ye useless women, these
2289 Spring|               lean spiders spun their threads, ~Or, scaling up and down,
2290 Summer|              them then they curse and threaten you. ~And even that's not
2291 Winter|           frogs, ~Because of winter's threats, have put on armor plate, ~
2292 Summer|               the everhungry help.~My thrift increases as I seethe the
2293 Spring|                 But useful grain will thrive only when it is sown. ~Yes,
2294 Spring|               blade against his fatty throat. ~By now the bat's strong
2295 Spring|            chirped with the feathered throng: ~"Our generation, too,
2296 Spring|            bush, ~Crept out in joyous throngs to hail the smiling spring. ~
2297       | throughout
2298 Autumn|          there I vomited. ~Then after throwing up, I tiptoed in again, ~
2299 Spring|               like a benignant soul, ~Throws by a fence some grain and
2300 Spring|         melodies. ~The cuckoo and the thrush sang their most joyous songs ~
2301 Summer|              strut around with chests thrust out, ~Gorge costly caviar
2302 Spring|             kind and kin. ~That nasty thug, the hawk, and his mentor,
2303 Summer|        birchen rod, ~And aided by his thugs, he cut my back so deep, ~
2304 Summer|            object shook: ~"I hope the thunder strikes... the devil takes
2305 Autumn|             his bed, he leaped like a thunderbolt ~Clear out of it, raging,
2306 Summer|            most men care not for such tidbits as nuts;~To them tobacco
2307 Autumn|           going on: ~How the infernal tide engulfs us from all sides, ~
2308 Autumn|             hanging strips of boards, tied with old rags and bast ~
2309 Autumn|            laid to utter waste many a timberland. ~'Tis sad when Lauras,
2310 Summer|             ensuing year. ~And 'tis a timely call; Saint John's great
2311 Autumn|              Lauras began to blow and tingle his jew's-harp,~And Kubas
2312 Summer|              boss ~Had thrown in as a tip a sixpense for a drink; ~
2313 Autumn|             Then after throwing up, I tiptoed in again, ~And uttered not
2314 Summer|             would stop their loud and tireless chattering. ~But what will
2315 Summer|              Pakuliene with Lauriene, tit for tat, ~With milking buckets
2316 Summer|              is none, save some nasty toadstools. ~Alack, how shall we cook
2317 Winter|              share and get their fill today. ~We know how our dear flocks
2318 Spring|             some soared to heights of tone; ~Some flew far, far above,
2319 Autumn|             haste,~Ashouting in harsh tones and lashing his poor horse.~
2320 Summer|             to any kind of nuts. ~Our toothless grannies, too, have no sweet
2321 Autumn|          Beets, rutabagas, cole, beet tops, peas, sauerkraut, ~And
2322 Spring|            from his unbalanced head, ~Tore off a piece of beard from
2323 Winter|            his conscience, ~Like some tormented soul, unable to find peace, ~
2324 Spring|               sweep by, and drenching torrents fall - ~When for the sins
2325 Winter|             ye, the other wronged and tortured of this world: ~Choke back
2326       | towards
2327 Spring|             to multiply, ~And all our toys and dolls appeared to us
2328 Summer|            bare - ~Except Plauciunas' tract, which still remained intact. ~
2329 Summer|              prime of life, has met a tragic death, ~And caused us much
2330 Spring|               for spinning speedily, ~Transforming hards and flax into an even
2331 Autumn|           their dissolute servants to transgress and laugh. ~O what's become
2332 Spring|              know all too well what a transgression means,~When we, because
2333 Winter|              the grim lakes and ponds translucent windows form, ~Like shining
2334 Summer|        withered, carelessly upon some trash-heap thrown. ~"And even our gay
2335 Spring|               the chief commune, have traveled far and wide;~Have well
2336 Spring|        Attired in foppish clothes, he treads the village streets,~And
2337 Summer|               Is that a proper way to treat the manor lord? ~When such
2338 Spring|            nest, ~And oft he climbs a tree and kills the family. ~At
2339 Summer|         parental care -~Repeating its tribe's sounds, chirps a sad melody. ~
2340 Summer|             then, no wonder, when the tribute must be paid,~I cannot meet
2341 Winter|              Another boasts of how he tricked the forest guard. ~This
2342 Autumn|   breathlessly, ~While the hot juices trickled down their bobbing chins. ~
2343 Autumn|               this mad rush was but a trifling thing: ~Dodys and his six
2344 Spring|            sweet and merry scales and trills ~Make all our burdens light
2345 Spring|           that each idler, dressed in trimmed and tailored clothes, ~Each
2346 Autumn|              Each autumn makes many a trip for stealing wood. ~I beam
2347 Autumn|           suffice, then take a goodly tripe~And stuff it with chopped
2348 Autumn|             wide, ~And made uncounted trips throughout the bailiwick. ~
2349 Autumn|     downtrodden boors ~Base lies will triumph and depravity prevail. ~
2350 Autumn|            boys brought him home in a trough nearly dead. ~"His faithful
2351 Spring|          should eat; ~The loafers and truants are never welcome here. ~
2352 Autumn|             Tomorrow you will have to truck the manor wood,~And the
2353 Winter|           pine, ~Then split the heavy trunk into small kindling wood, ~
2354 Autumn|              in a rustic way, as your trustworthy friend,~I've told you straight
2355 Spring|              gentleman, hearing these truthful words, ~Swelled like a maniac
2356 Summer|          tongues. ~He never would say Tu but always he said Jus; ~
2357 Winter|              O God, many of us became tubercular, ~And, too, many of us became
2358 Autumn|          Whether born to the rich and tucked in feather beds,~Or born
2359 Winter|             Their nimble tongues draw tufts into their hungry mouths;~
2360 Autumn|               see but weather-beaten, tumble-down pig pens: ~In ev'ry nook
2361 Spring|               on you tumblebug, where tumblebugs prevail! ~While messing
2362 Winter|           prompted all to change from tumbrel to a sledge. ~So now, where
2363 Spring|           nice dolls, when their pink tummies ache, ~Blurt, blabber, belch
2364 Autumn|      instruments and struck a boorish tune. ~Plyckius twanged cymbal;
2365 Autumn|             his jew's-harp,~And Kubas tuned and scraped his squeaky
2366 Autumn|               piggish ways,~A hellish turbulence and violence arose. ~"They
2367 Summer|          strike him with. ~But as the turmoil rose, Plauciunas came outside, ~
2368 Spring|             each day remember you." ~"Tut," Prickus gave him sound
2369 Autumn|               boorish tune. ~Plyckius twanged cymbal; Kubas scraped his
2370 Winter|            Our Karaliaucius, too, was twice engulfed by fire; ~It was
2371 Autumn|               Now each bough and each twig is thoroughly swept bare;~
2372 Spring|           steed and speed! ~As at the twilight you in hiding start to laugh, ~
2373 Autumn|              the ungodly men.~And so 'twill always be, as long as blind
2374 Autumn|             to the floor, ~Where they twirled, jumped and kicked in good
2375 Summer|              Or with his typhus germs twirls down the helpless tots. ~
2376 Autumn|             heard inside the church, ~Twist words into grossness and
2377 Spring|            fool works on the run ~And twists his aching brain, until
2378 Summer|             his smallpox ~Or with his typhus germs twirls down the helpless
2379 Winter|           stuck his head, ~And like a tyrant, doomed the autumn's messy
2380 Winter|           blasts wiped out the sodden ugliness. ~At once he frosted white
2381 Spring|             his rumpled hair from his unbalanced head, ~Tore off a piece
2382 Summer|             stylish clothes and strut unblushingly. ~And thus our people harm
2383 Spring|           crawling ants and all their unborn breed. ~And when you reach
2384 Autumn|              And each time he returns uncaught by the woodsman, ~Then gladly
2385 Autumn|                a stupid knave, acting uncautiously, ~Into the forest slipped
2386 Winter|              But you, unlucky things, unceasing wanderers,~Be it most hot
2387 Autumn|               belly-ache, ~And moaned unceasingly. But Krizas still went on: ~"
2388 Autumn|               cold retreats and dream uncheerful dreams. ~Alas, the gardens
2389 Spring|         washed and scrubbed the lad's unclean new pants. ~As there I stood
2390 Summer|              madman gulps unseasoned, uncooked food, ~And wearing filthy
2391 Winter|           falls upon his knees by the uncovered chest, ~And says "Our Father"
2392 Winter|             But when the tender thing uncovers secret charms,~At once the
2393 Summer|                Another, like a rogue, uncultured and untrained - ~Waste priceless
2394 Summer|              given us good hearts and understanding minds - ~He, our good Father
2395 Winter|            seed the soil?~All that we undertake or do will come to naught,~
2396 Summer|              like ants rush on to end unfinished tasks; ~They work in earnest
2397 Summer|            show but feeble bud of our unfolding age. ~Then, when the time
2398 Winter|             its shells~And gracefully unfolds its hidden loveliness.~But
2399 Spring|               Then having eaten their ungarnished victuals, ~Took once again
2400 Autumn|           Than the irreverent and the ungodly men.~And so 'twill always
2401 Spring|             toil and grief, ~And then ungratefully will fly from you afar. ~
2402 Winter|         satisfy? ~Because of poverty, unheard-of things occur. ~But 'tis,
2403 Winter|              of every hue; ~Fearless, unhesitant, they leap upon a herd, ~
2404 Winter|             you a sword to punish the unjust,~He never meant that you
2405       | Unless
2406 Winter|             savory hot soup.~But you, unlucky things, unceasing wanderers,~
2407 Summer|             precious muck,~Though its unpleasant smell may make you sneeze
2408 Spring|           when we were but snotnosed, unruly brats, ~Engaged in stupid
2409 Autumn|               we may devour them like unsated hogs? ~Of course, the belly
2410 Summer|               But like a madman gulps unseasoned, uncooked food, ~And wearing
2411 Autumn|             washed his mauled body of unseemly gore." ~"Indeed now," Selmas
2412 Autumn|               here," spoke up Enskys, unsheathing a large knife, ~"My tender-hearted
2413 Autumn|             days ago I passed by your unsightly shack, ~And so I stopped
2414 Autumn|               cuts of luscious meats.~Unskilled in carving art, as people
2415 Summer|               some of it still stands unsnouted by the pigs, ~And might
2416 Spring|             the crops that are as yet unsown, ~And a good stretch of
2417 Autumn|               and digs manure. ~"Many unthinking gawks of malevolent heart ~
2418 Spring|            Have well observed how our unthoughtful women act,~When in the wintertime
2419 Summer|               a rogue, uncultured and untrained - ~Waste priceless energy
2420 Spring|               in joyous mood for some unwary game. ~It was a wondrous
2421 Spring|                And summons us take up unwelcome loads of toil. ~Ah, wellaway!
2422 Summer|         bast-shod simpleton ~With his unwitting brain outwits a nobleman, ~
2423 Winter|              him here and there as an unworthy dog. ~'Hush," Selmas spoke, "
2424 Autumn|            teaching dare to scold and upbraid him." ~As these tales and
2425 Winter|           right have you to scorn our upright workingmen? ~Could not you
2426 Summer|            pork, ~And therewith their uproar and feud he pacified. ~But
2427 Autumn|               were performing there. ~Upsetting his bed, he leaped like
2428 Summer|               maladies. ~Lo, in their urban halls they moan and groan
2429 Spring|             by a fence some grain and urges them to eat;~But when someone
2430 Summer|             his chest, ~Boasts of his usefulness and of his might and skill, ~
2431 Autumn|              happy married life, ~And ushered them inside for the gay
2432       | using
2433 Autumn|             many a home, ~And laid to utter waste many a timberland. ~'
2434 Spring|              the Lord -~And with each utterance displays his ignorance. ~
2435 Summer|           souls,~With lords and their valets may never well compare; ~
2436 Autumn|              And the guests seated in variegated lines ~Plauciunas' soups
2437 Autumn|               weddings, visiting ,and various gatherings. ~The matrons
2438 Spring|             words he had called forth vast hordes ~Of fiends and demons
2439 Spring|             other homely tasks. ~Yon, vegetable plots are waiting for your
2440 Spring|               when times are hard and vegetation lean, ~He has to live on
2441 Summer|           acted like a fiend, ~That e'ven the flocks of birds up in
2442 Spring|             needlessly. ~And take the vender of the homemade axel grease; ~
2443 Autumn|            here, as a true boor, I've ventured to teach you,~Without the
2444 Winter|             but the truth, ~And their veracity was by the judges praised. ~
2445 Summer|            chanterells, russulas, and verdetts, ~And other mushrooms, that
2446 Winter|            warming fire. ~"And be not vexed if I, as a chief commune
2447 Winter|              fire; ~It was because of vice, corruption, filth and sin. ~
2448 Autumn|            made battle on Docys.~Like vicious dogs they fought, and in
2449 Summer|              father, oft for the poor victims spoke. ~Especially when '
2450 Spring|               eaten their ungarnished victuals, ~Took once again to wing
2451 Winter|              And though the Frenchmen view us with a scornful eye, ~
2452 Summer|           Misfortunes of the poor you viewed with tearful eyes; ~Whenever
2453 Summer|              and act like pigs. ~They vilefy the Swiss in their own native
2454 Autumn|          leaves them to run wild; ~He vilifies the schools and downs the
2455 Autumn|           About Docys' affrays many a villager ~Complained to the Karaliaucius
2456 Autumn|       threshing his crops, scares the villagers to death. ~Alas! Last year,
2457 Autumn|             with their flails the pea vines with such force, ~That e'
2458 Autumn|              A hellish turbulence and violence arose. ~"They say that a
2459 Autumn|              know not all about their virtues and their faults; ~But of
2460 Winter|        praised by all, ~And how famed visitors from many distant shores ~
2461 Winter|               we are honored with the visits of the French. ~They learn
2462 Winter|         commune should, ~Now dwell on vital things in just a few more
2463 Autumn|               as the artist's hand so vividly portrays - ~With the slaughterous
2464 Autumn|          through the door and there I vomited. ~Then after throwing up,
2465 Winter|             notified the bailiwick of Vyzlaukis,~And soon long lines of
2466 Winter|               as they obtain a goodly wad,~Their nimble tongues draw
2467 Autumn|               peacock crest; ~Another wades in feculence and digs manure. ~"
2468 Summer|       remaining calf. ~"Then with the wages, too, there is much fuss
2469 Winter|         whistling winds, bow down and wail. ~And e'en the fallen trees
2470 Autumn|               success, ~And urged the waiters to feed well the hungry
2471 Spring|            and cry,~"Jurgut, be good! Wake up, hitch up your steed
2472 Spring|              lazy back with his thick walking cane.~As yet you have not
2473 Autumn|           know how this sardonic age ~Walks past our bitter tears with
2474 Summer|           they played crude games and wallowed piggishly, ~Loud quarrels
2475 Summer|              He dies a swinish death, wallowing in refuse. ~But when a wreched
2476 Winter|             unlucky things, unceasing wanderers,~Be it most hot or cold,
2477 Autumn|              enter here where you are wanted not? ~Be gone, and do not
2478 Autumn|             into grossness and gossip wantonly. ~Some of them get into
2479 Summer|           hard working serfs, ~For he wants to appear much wiser than
2480 Summer|          seemed as if an army set for war, ~With shining metal blades,
2481 Spring|              in the endless flock ~Of warblers that came here, there was
2482 Summer|          nightingale's glad song,~The warbling of the lark beneath the
2483 Winter|      sheepskin coats, ~Or, to be well warmed up, we climb into our beds. ~
2484 Winter|               his paternal way, ~Give warning not to shoot within the
2485 Autumn|              autumn days ~Eats up and wastes his ample food supplies,
2486 Autumn|            all to blush. ~You useless wastrels, do you think that God gives
2487 Winter|                So, friends, be on the watch. When you light up your
2488 Autumn|             leather belt, ~And pulled waxed wedding boots onto his lanky
2489 Summer|             and homebrew, ~So when we weakened or began to moan at work, ~
2490 Summer|               work and cultivate your wealth-producing fields.~For now all that
2491 Autumn|               without a thread: ~Most wealthy feudal lord, as we, the
2492 Autumn|           hovels, stalls, and stables weather-tight, ~So that no animal may
2493 Spring|          Gryta makes the warps, ~Then weaves the sturdy cloth, then bleaches
2494 Autumn|               A maiden does not don a wedded woman's hood. ~Ere long
2495 Spring|               seedlings do not die of weeds and drought. ~While doing
2496 Summer|             so deep, ~That for many a week I was confined to bed. ~
2497 Spring|           bird that wept. ~No, not to weep, but to rejoice they all
2498 Autumn|                much too shy. ~As they weigh teachers, so they measure
2499 Autumn|               ry guest. ~Then, having welcomed them to his delightful house, ~
2500 Autumn|              with proper seasoning - ~Well-balanced buckwheat hash and tasty
2501 Winter|                Lauras spoke up, using well-chosen words, ~"Into what evil
2502 Autumn|                Ere long many of them, well-filled with alcohol, ~Begin their
2503 Autumn|         Enskys at once pulled out his well-worn hunting knife~And started