The Russian Review/Volume 1/April 1916/'Tis sultry!
By N. A. Nekrasov.
Rendered into English Verse by Alice Stone Blackwell.
'Tis sultry! Deprived of all freedom,
Our sad life flows darkly and dull.
Oh, would that a storm would burst o'er it,
For the cup of our patience is full!
Burst o'er the abyss of the ocean,
And through fields and forests be hurled,
And spill, from the brim to the bottom,
The cup of the woe of the world!