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At the seashore, the oak is green;

Gold chain on oak volume:

Day and night, the scientist cat

Everything goes around the chain;

Goes right - the song starts,

To the left - a fairy tale says.

There are miracles: the goblin wanders there,

The mermaid sits on the branches;

There on unknown paths

Traces of unseen beasts;

The hut there on chicken legs

It stands without windows, without doors;

There the forest and the valley of visions are full;

There about the dawn waves will sweep

On the shore, sandy and empty,

And thirty beautiful knights

A stream of clear waters come out

And with them the uncle of their sea;

There is a prince in passing

Captivates the formidable king;

There in the clouds in front of the people

Through the forests, through the seas

The sorcerer carries a hero;

In the dungeon there the princess is bothering

And the brown wolf faithfully serves her;

There is a stupa with Baba Yaga

Goes, wanders by itself,

There King Kashchei languishes over gold;

There is a Russian spirit ... there it smells of Rus!

And there I was, and I drank honey;

I saw a green oak by the sea;

Under it sat, and a scientist cat

He told me his tales.

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