Serf Poem by Natalia Kravchenko

Our serf girl
didn't know love yet.
She's like a saint
waiting for freedom, not love!
I return your free one - I want to be a noble girl...


serf I am your serf,
give me free
and I would like to run away from you!
not free to be hurt,
it hurts me so much
mother taught: 'Be patient when it hurts! '


you heard? our lord has changed,
nominal sold. And a servant. Under the hammer
and a new master has already appeared to us,
and the future life will not be so sweet.
with his serf, - he created arbitrariness...
The former owner didn't do that.


serf I am your serf,
give me free
and I would like to run away from you!
not free to be hurt,
it hurts me so much
mother taught: 'Be patient when it hurts! '


suddenly a gentleman appeared on the threshold,
he handed the scroll to the girl,
white paper and bow.
her will is given, like a bird,
and in gratitude for freedom,
the girl gave her hand


serf I am your serf,
give me free
and I would like to run away from you!
not free to be hurt,
it hurts me so much
mother taught: 'Be patient when it hurts! '