Down the Volga River
The Bright Moon Shines
In the Dark Woods
Monotonously Rings the Bell
Oh, Why Did It Happen
The Footpaths Have Overgrown with Grass
From Under the Oak and Under the Elm
Let Us Make Merry, Friends
Do Not Scold Me, Do Not Upbraid Me
The Prisoner
Oh, Ye Winter, Winter
I’ll Go Out On the Rapid Stream
Luna Waves