Marusya
Hello, Fedya, from now on
You and I will get along,
I′m Marusya, your good wife,
Or should I say, your better half.

Why are you silent? Have you got
A bone or something in your throat?
Maybe, you don′t like my head-dress,
Or, maybe, you dislike my coat?

Fedot
There is nothing I won′t do
To admire you and be with you,
But I don′t think that I can
Marry you and be your man.

See, this morning I was called
To the Tsar, and I was told
To get, you know′ a sort of a grouse
′nd bring it to the Royal house.

Though it′s not a hunting season
With the Tsar it′s hard to reason,
Then I thought, all right, a grouse
Is not a bison, so it′s easy.

I have tramped the woods all day
But was out of luck today:
There was not a single game bird,
Nothing good came in my way.

So there isn′t any chance
That I go out for a dance,
When I see the Tsar tomorrow
He′ll chop off my head at once.

Without my head... , well, I don′t think
That I′m good for anything,
For it′s my mind that makes the meaning
And the essence of my being!

Marusya
Now, don′t worry, don′t complain!
You will have the meals and game.
Stand before me, Frol and Tit,
Get immediately what we need!

(Marusya claps her hands, and two burly fellows appear in front of her.)

Do you hear what I say?
Go and do it without delay.

Frol and Tit
You don′t have to doubt us,
We have done it many times!