From beyond the island, onto the main river, Into the vastness of the river's waves, painted, sharp-chested boats run out. In the forefront, Stenka Razin, Embracing his princess, Celebrates a new wedding, Merry and tipsy. And the princess, her eyes downcast, Neither alive nor dead, Timidly listens to the drunken foolish words.
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