🚧The girl and the smith
AlyakseizarytskiВедах беларускіх
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THE GIRL AND THE SMITH
Once ripe rye was being reaped By a girl — eighteen or so — Suddenly the combine ceased — What a blow — a blow!
Fine — quite near the smithy lies: «Smith, my lad, I need your aid!» Hands start work, but big brown eyes Steal towards the maid…
Soon September stole away. And November. Winter came. He remembered her each day, Waited her again
Suddenly a ringing cry
Echoed as merrily as before: «Smith, I need your aid, dear boy, Help me out once more.
I was hurrying home so fast — Now, just look, my sledge won’t go. See, the runner broke in half.
What a blow — a blow!»
‘Neath his strong and skilful hands Bends the beaten willing steel.
With a timid smile he stands, Murmurs to the girl:
Li Jbi! !ФВШ | ! | ( | ’ |
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