CDLIVc. RIMSKY-KORSAKOV, Nikolai (1844-1908)
Act III
Poyarok, the people, prince Vsevolod. Good fortune to you, citizens of Kitezh
The people, Poyarok. Fyodor! Friend!
The people, Poyarok, Prince Vsevolod. Fyodor! Friend!
Prince Vsevolod, Poyarok, the people. How? How can it be her?
Prince Yury. O glory, vain wealth!
Page. A column of dust has risen up to the sky
Prince Yury, Prince Vsevolod, Poyarok, Chorus. Oh, terrible is the right hand of God!
Page. Woe, woe to the city of Kitezh
Prince Yury. Kitezh looted
The people, Page. Wondrous Queen of Heaven
Prince Yury, Prince Vsevolod, the people. God's will be done
Prince Vsevolod, the people. It rose up at midnight
The people, Page, Prince Yury. What are we standing about for, sisters?
The people, Prince Yury, Page, Poyarok. The mist is becoming thicker
Entr'acte. The Battle near Kerzhenets
Kuterma, Burunday, Bedyay, Tartars. Here is the oak grove
Burunday, Bedyay. Oh, you tartar Murzas!
Tartars, Burunday. It was not hungry ravens
Fevroniya. Ah, dear husband, my hope!
Kuterma, Fevroniya. Hear me, maiden
Kuterma, Fevroniya. No, that accursed ringing keeps droning on
Fevroniya, Kuterma. Why "God grant," Grishenka?
Fevroniya, Kuterma. Go, servant of the Lord!
Kuterma, Tartars. Ah, folks, at liberty! ... Who was that shouting and yelling
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