“Here’s the Mail Coach-and-Three (Troika) Rushing”


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Leonid Kharitonov – “Here’s the Mail Coach-and-Three (Troika) Rushing”

Russian Folk Song.
Osipov State Academic Orchestra of Russian Folk Instruments, Conductor N. Kalinin.
The video performance is from the television movie “Song, Romance, Waltz”, 1987, TeleFond (TF) archive.

Attention: This video has English subtitles!

Winter. The mail troika is rushing along the frozen Volga river. The coachman, a young guy, is humming some sad tune shaking his head. Then a friendly passenger asked him why he looked so sad. And the coachman tells him his life story. He told him that he had been in love for already a year. But the village headman scolded him all the time about it. Very soon Christmastide would come and his beloved would marry another man, a rich and hateful one… And she would never see again those beautiful days they had… The coachman told the story, stopped his troika and gave a deep, sorrowful sigh…


Lyrics:

Вот мчится тройка почтовая
По Волге-матушке зимой.
Ямщик, уныло напевая,
Качает буйной головой.
Ямщик, уныло напевая,
Качает буйной головой.

«О чем задумался, детина? —
Седок приветливо спросил: —
Какая на сердце кручина?
Скажи, тебя кто огорчил?»

«Ах, милый барин, добрый барин!
Вот скоро год, как я люблю.
А нехристь староста-татарин
Меня журит, а я терплю.

Ах, милый барин, скоро святки,
А ей не быть уже моей;
Богатый выбрал, да постылый,
Ей не видать отрадных дней».

Ямщик умолк и кнут ременный
С голицей за пояс заткнул.
«Родные… Стой, неугомонные!» —
Сказал, сам горестно вздохнул.
«Родные… Стой, неугомонные!» —
Сказал, сам горестно вздохнул.

Here’s the mail troika rushing
Along the Volga River in Winter
The coachman is humming some sad tune
And shaking his head
The coachman is humming some sad tune
And shaking his head

“What are you thinking of, young lad?”
A friendly passenger asked him,
“What torments your heart?
Tell me, who made you so sad?”

“Oh, dear sir, my good sir!
It’s been a year since I fell in love.
But the village headman
scolds me for it and I have to take it!”

“Oh, good sir, Christmastide will come soon
But she will never be mine again!
A rich and hateful one took her from me,
So she’ll never again see beautiful days”

The coachman finished his story
And put away his whip.
“Hey, restless horses, stop!” –
He said and gave a sorrowful sigh
“Hey, restless horses, stop!” –
He said and gave a sorrowful sigh


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