HOW SAD
It’s winter…
No sowing, no harvesting, no reaping to be done, no grain to thresh…
No need to tend to the cows, no rounding them up each night…
Plenty of sunflower seeds… Hooch… Russian Bitter… Dances in the evening…
Fill your pockets with sunflower seed, c**k your hat, roll yourself a cigarette, grab the accordion, go down to the cooperative store, get a bottle of grog, down it and stagger along the street, singing merrily.
Kick away at gates and hammer on windows!
Eh, the single life!
A girl hurries past, you send her flying head over heels!
An old bag runs past, you trip her over!
Oh, what a life! Oh, what joy!
But no, some stupid official has to go and spoil it all with his 300 ruble fine for hooliganism!
What’s life going to be like now?
So you have a few drinks an
