8 scene
The Tsar is waiting for Fedot.
9 scene
The general enters.
Duration - 7:05.
Text
8 scene
Fedot
I was told to get a carpet,
As you see, I′ve really got it,
Both the pattern and the colour
Are exactly as you wanted!
The whole of Russia is depicted
On the carpet. You may keep it.
It′s my spouse′s gift, brand new,
She has woven it for you!
Tsar
You′re a dodger through and through!
How m′ny maids are you married to?
You cannot be engaged to
An entire weaving mill, can you?
I know you have a wife, Fedot,
She′s the only one you′ve got,
And to weave a thing like this
One has got to have a lot!
Fedot
Is the carpet not so fine?
Or you don′t like the design?
Then I′ll put it on my shoulder,
That′s the end, I draw the line!
Lest my efforts be in vain
I shall sell it to trades men,
And I do not care a damn
If it flows to Amsterdam!
Tsar
I would be so glad to slash
You with a whip or with a lash,
So that you might never again
Play your jokes on serious men!
However, as a man I′m quiet,
And I′m fair, I′ll give you right:
Here′s a coin for you, buy vodka.
Now get out of my sight!
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Tsar
Well, my General, I imagine,
You have missed by a small margin,
But this margin will make up
Five years of a prison camp!
You′re broad in shoulders all right,
But you′ve grown dull in mind,
There′s a chance, at state expense,
To restore your mental health.
General
You may jail me any day
For any term, but I should say,
Prison as an object lesson
Will not help me anyway.
I would rather, sword in hand,
Fight for our dear land,
As for these petty intrigues
Count me out of such things!
Tsar
Come, your honour, be a good chap,
Don′t you get into a flap,
Think about how Fedot
Can be laid down without a sword.
If you fool about ′nd refuse,
Then don′t look for an excuse;
I shall wipe your mug, you swine,
With this very fist of mine!
The tsar and the general are singing at the same time, each singing his own text:
Tsar
If you fool about ′nd refuse,
Then don′t look for an excuse;
I shall wipe your mug, you swine,
With this very fist of mine!
General
I would rather, sword in hand,
Fight for our dear land,
As for these petty intrigues
Count me out of such things!