Tsar
The British envoy has come for
Our refreshment after night before,
While we only have to eat
Stale bread, a bone... and that′s it!

You must go and bring some food,
Something special, something good,
Say, a partridge, or a grouse
Or whatever, from the wood.

If you can′t do that, my dear,
I shall have to execute you, hear?.
It′s a matter of importance,
A state affair, is it clear?

Fedot
Yes, of course, I understand,
I′m wise enough for that,
A stupid bumpkin I′m not,
And I do know what is what.

Well, as far as I can see,
I make all the policy,br/> If I fail to shoot a grouse,
There will be a war on us.

To content the British guest
I shall do my double best,
Even at the cost of life,
I′ll procure some food-stuff.