[On the back of this letter there is Musorgsky's penciled version for this song:]
(The girls sing in the forest, Act I, Scene 4)
(borrowed from a Pskov song)
Ah, you grove, you little grove,
Mother mine, little green grove,
Why such noise--you'll hurt yourself,
You must see dark clouds up there.
The darkness covers us, dear grove,
The noise drowns the crying birds.
Cuckoo cries there cuckoo,
Grief to us and sorrow.
Ah, this little cuckoo,
A sly and restless bird,
Like an unmarried wife, bold, young.
She has no snug and warm nest.
She has none and needs none,
Like the unmarried wife, she's free.
The little grove offers plenty
Of other birds' snug warm nests
There, in the stormy weather,
To shelter the free little bird.
Your epistle, dear généralissime, was received in my absence; I thought I would catch you at Hartmann's but this didn't happen-- that's the reason for my tardy reply.--At "The Power of Serov,"57 I will be with my people, because this arrangement was made long ago; Korsinka surprised me at Ludmila Ivanovna's when he announced that the "company" would be united in a loge--I knew nothing about this. Well, what of it? We'll run into each other in the entr'actes and____________________