The Village or Village may refer to:
The Village (Derevnya, Деревня) was a debut novel by Dmitry Grigorovich, first published by Otechestvennye Zapiski (Vol. XLIX, book 12) in 1846. It had strong impact upon the Russian literary society and was praised for being "the first work in the Russian literature to face the real peasants life" by Ivan Turgenev.
1845-1846 were the years when Grigorovich was very close to authors of Otechestvennye Zapiski, its leading critic Vissarion Belinsky in particular. According to Fyodor Dostoyevsky, having published the Saint Petersburg Organ-Grinders in the Spring of 1945, the young writer was planning to spent that summer in his village but before the departure stayed at the house of Nikolai Nekrasov. Not long before that Belinsky published the Works by Alexey Koltsov, providing the foreword to it, which featured profound analysis of the poet's legacy. Grigoroivich took the book to the country with him and read it several times, enchanted by both Koltsov's verse and Belinsky's article. All of The Village' chapters are provided with epigraphs, three of them (to Chapters 3, 4 and 8), come from poems by Koltsov.
The Village is a narrative poem by George Crabbe, published in 1783. The poem contrasts the traditional representation of the rural idyll in Augustan poetry with the realities of village life.
In early 1781 Crabbe wrote a letter to statesman and author Edmund Burke asking for help, in which he included samples of his poetry. Among the samples that Crabbe sent to Burke were pieces of his poems The Library and The Village which Burke viewed favorably, giving Crabbe a gift of money to relieve his immediate wants, and assuring him that he would do all in his power to further Crabbe's literary career.The Village was published in May of 1783.
Samuel Johnson said of the poem in a letter to Reynolds "I have sent you back Mr. Crabbe's poem, which I read with great delight. It is original, vigorous, and elegant." Johnson's friend and biographer James Boswell also praised The Village. It was said at the time of publication that Johnson had made extensive changes to the poem, but Boswell responded by saying that "the aid given by Johnson to the poem, as to The Traveller and Deserted Village of Goldsmith, were so small as by no means to impair the distinguished merit of the author."
New York, 3 o'clock at night. No sleep. God I must be tired
Weird thoughts running through my brain
My blood is pumping through my vains
And there she sits, she looks at me
Her skin is pale, her mind is free
She smiles and says: how do you do?
Come with me or should I go with you?
Hey baby, you'd better watch out
You don't know what you're doing
When you're out and about
Hey baby, now listen to me
Things are never ever quite as they seem
She asks me for a cigarette
Her eyes are bright, her hair is red
Dressed like a whore, but one with style
A fantasy, I realise
This is no fiction, it's insane
Her make-up shows she knows the game
And who am I to tell her no
So I grab her coat and say let's go
Hey baby, you'd better watch out
You don't know what you're doing
When you're out and about
Hey baby, now listen to me
Things are never ever quite as they seem
She takes me to her penthouse bed
To relax my body and feed my head
With stories I never heard before
I'm waiting 'cause I know there's more
She takes off all her clothes and see
This girl has hairy legs like me
This may sound a little rude
I want sex but not with a dude
Hey baby, you'd better watch out
You don't know what you're doing
When you're out and about
Hey baby, now listen to me