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Centuries -old oaks are impenetrable shadow
Dark nights do not replace the day
The one -eyed is famously furious
And koshchei-prisoners clangs with bones

There would be a head to fold Svetla
There would be a gloomy end to the end
Only in Rus' from time immemorial
Any answer is ready for trouble, but

To her hut oh week
Or a month on foot on wounds and swamps
If the wings will be able to if the legs are sorted
On the way, the road will be served by faith

Where the storms of the grass are in a height
Where a stream flows from girlish tears
White stroke of fairy -tale epics
Geese-swans will gather in wedge

The witch is ancient there the lord
Bone with a hand of people calls
Horse skulls around
From eye sockets are monitored by witchcraft fire

To her hut oh week
Or a month on foot on wounds and swamps
If the wings will be able to if the legs are sorted
On the way, the road will be served by faith

Who are you, who are you, the falcon is clear?
What are you gloomy and unobtrusive?
The thoughts are heavy
From granny not thai

I'll give you a magic ball
Permanent and kvass healing
And Kruchin in the morning
Plunet and Disaboy

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