“Where are you going? for a city course,
Marshmallow morning breath
And your dream muzoyu
solitarily [and] carelessly?”
- Not, I sbyrayus to the market,
I love bazaar excitement,
skufia Jews, mustache Bulgarians
And the argument and clamor, and haggling fever,
Along motley tightness.
I love the crowd, tatters, noise -
And greed black [barking] free.
“So - watch - your mind
And here it delves into the spirit of the People's.
Accompany you to be glad I,
To hear your comments;
But duty calls me,
Sorry, [us] not up to the festivities”.
- Where to? —
“The fort - today we
Vyprovozhdaem from prison
[For the Moldavian border].
[Kirdzhali]”.
