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To consanguineous dinners they

Conduct Tattiana constantly,

That grandmothers and grandsires may

Contemplate her sad reverie.

We Russians, friends from distant parts

Ever receive with kindly hearts

And exclamations and good cheer.

“How Tania grows! Doth it appear

Long since I held thee at the font⁠—

Since in these arms I thee did bear⁠—

And since I pulled thee by the ear⁠—

And I to give thee cakes was wont?”⁠—

Then the old dames in chorus sing,

“Oh! how our years are vanishing!”