TATITERA — Про поездку

The road is rather good, A pleasant chilly ringing. The moon with golden powder Has sprinkled the distance of villages.

«Well, here it is, our Radovo, — Said the coachman, — Here! Not for nothing did I put it into the horse For its temper and pride.

Allow me, citizen, something for tea. You need the miller? There — that way!.. I ask of you without excess For such a long haul».

I give a forty-kopeck piece. «Too little!» I give twenty more. «No!» Such a repulsive fellow. And the fellow is thirty years old.

«What is it with you? Have you a soul? Why are you fleecing me?» And the bulk answers me: «The rye is bad today. Give me some more soft ones — A tenner or maybe six — I'll drink moonshine at the inn To your health and honor...»

To your health and honor. To your health and honor.