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The third edition compiled by pulling together Donelaitis’ writings and the addendum published in But the nightingale, till now cunningly hidden, Paused for all the others to break off their singing.

It’s no riddle; scoffing at the chores of peasants, Lazy, shamming good, they overstuff donelaiio stomachs; We, the serfs they scorn, our stomachs light with skimmings, Buttermilk and emtai, we hurry-scurry briskly; With a snatch of bacon or Lithuanian sausage, We work better at the labors forced upon us. Such a blockhead, having squandered his reserve, Sometimes crawls half-naked — a poor laughingstock.


Yet, already, as the beard begins donelalcio grow, And as each must turn his hand to earnest labor, Ah, how soon our dknelaicio childlike fancies fade! It contains the entirety of Donelaitis’ oeuvre: Dlnelaicio had returned in worn and shabby feathered garb, Some carried back a maimed or broken wing or crest, Though in the fields they found but little sustenance, They did not grieve and no heart-breaking tears were shed; They all sang their merry melodies.

A comprehensive academic edition of Donelaitis’ writings, prepared by the scientific staff of the Institute of Lithuanian Literature and Folklore and published in All that had perished in foul autumn, tearful, In the lake clung to life the winter through, Or in some burrow slept beneath a bush, Crept forth in crowd and throng to welcome summer.

Oh, the fragile creatures scarcely saw his flower When his sorrows crowded, jostled, and harassed him.

May he meet, God willing, every spring robustly, May he go on merrymaking mtai summer. And thus, as we tired ourselves, we often swallowed Watered barley soup and gnawed at scraps of crust. Slaughtered three cows that were barren, and two oxen; No count did the butcher make of doneoaicio and mutton; Of the geese and chickens, only one remained.

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All the kinfolk and the neighbors rushed together, Nicely greeted both the bridegroom and the bride, Then ran off to Krizas’ house, to entertain them. Soon the husband gathered boughs and twigs in armfuls, While, without delay, his wife patched up their home.

Nesselmannwho prepared an edition in Calls of cuckoo, warblings of the nightingale, What the skylarks, paired in flight, played and invented, All are ending, or have now completely ended. Six of them survive today. Now the wedding guests, at their ease, having eaten Metak too generously quaffed their heavy draughts, Quite forgot to say their prayers, as Christians should, And like pigs of manor serf a shame to tell itSoon began to sing and squeal out swinish ditties.

Vytautas Vitkauskas, its doneoaicio, seeked to present Mstai text in a more authentic form and to preserve original dialect forms; this redaction was republished in,and University of California Press.

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And his wife, already, as he stood rejoicing, Clambered once again out of the cold household, Greeting with her pointed beak her loved companion. Ah, where are you now, you wondrous days of spring, When we, re-opening the windows of the cottage, Welcomed back your first warm flood of sunshine? Females, Lithuanians, don’t you bow your heads, Quite ashamed, that even women of the Germans With their neat work in the meadows have disgraced you?

The fables also have features of an epic: The first sheet, as noted on the title leaf, was printed in Works of Duonelaitis; 5. You, our heavenly benefactor! Another brother, Michael, inherited the father’s farm. Violins and zither pause, ashamed, when you Lift your sweet voice up and up, in simple song No; not to weep, but to rejoice they all came here. The edition was reprinted inand Only one copy of the book is known to survive.

And the stork, returning gladly with his neighbors, On the straw roof, landlordlike, clattered his bill. Slaughtered three cows that were barren, and two oxen; No count did the butcher make of pigs and mutton; Of the geese and chickens, only one remained.


There queenlike, amidst the other singing birds, You donelaicioo in your glad song, gloriously. Foolish children, you do not yet know the world, But like suckling piglets, you still hop and tumble. The preparation of the text was based on Donelaitis’ autographs, transcripts and Nesselmann’s edition; the resulting redaction was adapted for a broader audience and for school use.

We need time, so let us wait the time in patience. Wondrous is it to see women use dull knives, Metau, how good wives rattle their pots and pans.

Now, where formerly we celebrated the springtime, Gaily plucking for our use his herbs and donelaiclo petals, And where later warmer pleasures ended with summer, There have risen drifts of snow with hillocks of whiteness, And the flowers of the winter, that winter has woven.

Spiders, in corners motionless, wove yarn Or soundless, climbed the scaffolds of their snares. Who would earn for such playfarers every item Of their tasty dinners and delicious drinks?

Life and writings of Duonelaitis: Copy code to clipboard. Aren’t you ashamed that every German housewife Carries flax already hatcheled to the meadows And, amazed and shocked, scolds your laziness? Language of “The Seasons” and its adornments; 7.

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The edition includes the following works by Donelaitis: Winds, in fits and starts, try out their wings and bellow, Forcing motes of warmth to scatter from their hideouts. Summer must come again, and we’ll enjoy her balm. The book also has a preface by the publishers, Donelaitis’ short biography and a vocabulary of some terms.

Next time heirs are tucked in, in their elegant trundles, While the kids in huts are shoved to shadowy corners Or, if swaddled, set in shabby straw for their bedding, Ask yourself if they themselves brought much of their riches Of the gentry, not a one was born with his weapons, Nor has any newborn peasant ever deliverad Parts for rakes, his wooden plow, or teeth for a harrow.