"For what people didn't love me when I was growing?
For what they killed me young when I had grown up ?
For what they greet me now in chambers,
Calling czarivna, not taking their eyes from my bloom?...
They are wondering, don't know what to do!
Tell me, my brother, bloom of the king!"
"I don't know, my sister".
And king's bloom diped his red-rose head
To white drooping visage of Lily.
And Lily cried by dew-tear...
Cried and told:
"My brother, we love already each other long,
But I didn't even tell, when I was a human,
How I was tantalizing.
My mother... wherefore she,
She was sorrowful
And looking at me, child,
Looking, looking and crying.
I don't know,
My sole brother!
Who did the evil her?
I was a child,
I was playing, larking,
But she was fading
And cursing our angry pan
Cursing and execrating .
And died... But pan
Took me to feed.
I grew up, fostered
In the white chambers.
I didn't know that
I am a bastard,
That I am his child.
Pan went somewhere far,
And left me.
And people cursed him,
Burned his house...
And me, I don't know for what,
To kill - didn't kill,
Only they cut my long plaits,
Covered by rag,
And they snickered too.
Cursed Hebrews were even spitting on me.
Here so, my brother,
Was me in the world.
People didn't give me
To live my young short age.
I died under a fence in the winter,
I blossomed near valley in the spring,
By white bloom as white snow!
Even a thicket rejoiced.
People in the winter... my God!
Didn't let me in the hut.
But in the spring they were looking at me as on a miracle.
And the girls adorned
And have begun to call me Lily-Snowbloom;
And I've begun to blossomIn a thicket, and in a conservatory,
And in the white chambers.
Tell me, my brother, bloom of the king:
For what reason God created me
As bloom on this world?
To jollify the people,
Those people who killed
Me and my mother?... Charitable,
Saint God, pleasant!"
And Lily cried,
And king's bloom dipped his red-rose head
To white drooping visage of Lily.
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