“It will happen as it may: will you not die all the same, hey lully, of
misery and starvation?
“Ah, if false he be indeed,
If he pass me by some day,
Let the village burn away,
And on me the fierce flames feed!
Hey lully, hey lully,
Why live without my dearie?”
The old man becoming attentive, they redoubled the hey lully,
accompanied by a noisy arpeggio: “Play, master,” continued the
denshchik, “play the Cossack dance; I am going to dance round the room
so as to get near the axe; play boldly.”