The work is executed with watercolor paints and black ink on watercolor paper.
The painting depicts a young girl in a Russian folk costume. The text of a Russian folk song is written next to it. It is written in Old Church Slavonic letters. The song itself is written in an ancient dialect. It contains old phrases of speech that are rarely or not used at all nowadays. The song describes the sad story of a girl's love for a young man who betrayed her.
Oh, you're a Porushka-Early
Why do you love Ivan?
Oh, yes, I love Ivan for that,
That the head is curly.
That the head is curly.
And the beard is curly.
Curls curl up to the face,
I love Vanya-well done.
Vanyusha urged
It's time to spend the night
It 's time to spend the night at my place
I will give you joy.
I'll give you these earrings
Silver
And the others
With pendants.
Hoped Poranyushenka
On Ivanov 's words
It was time to go to bed
On Ivanov's bed
Slept a lot, not much
I saw a lot in my dream
It 's like Vanyusha on the hill
Walking around.
He's boot on boot
Nails
Their big speeches
Talking.
Oh, how do you like me , little lady
Dried
No frost, no fire
Yes, the heart was frozen.
Dried black curls
To the sick head.
Yes, she made me stagger
On the wrong side.
Forced to love
Someone else's wife
Someone else's wife
The swan is white.
And my rascal wife.
Wormwood is a bitter herb.
Oh, wormwood, wormwood, wormwood.
What is growing along the steps.
You can't, you can't be nice
To invite him as a guest
He stopped walking
And stopped loving.
