It was a day like any other,
The same dull sky, the same drab street.
There was the usual angry pother
From the policeman on his beat.
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The Landowner glares like a ferocious watchdog
The Kulak [rich peasant] snorts through his bulbous nose
The habitual drunk boozes his woes away
The [village] priest frantically whoops and and wails.
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