How he felt in his heart that the time had passed!
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Through the forests and over the mounds - the path is far
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Yes, along the rivers on boats - long days
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From native oak forests to Severnaya Zemlya
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White stone in spirals and circles
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Like a falcon to the rocky shores
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From birch, birch bark Russia
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News from home, wind, bring me!
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Like a mighty trunk was carried on horseback
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The wind in the fields violently tore the shirts
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Among the gray stones that store the dust of centuries
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The guest was silent - the North does not like superfluous words.
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Chewed stale bread, key water
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I drank, got up in the morning with the dawn
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I didn’t sleep with my wife, but with a clear moon
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I looked into Heaven, where the stars are eternally calm.
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And on a bright day - tirelessly
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He was working - a booming knock across the expanses.
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Floated - as if telling fortunes, intertwining in a strange way
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The North has always been rich in secrets.
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And a face was born under the Sky among the winds
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Among stones and ardent sacrificial fires.
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Only Veles the Wise knew that cherished moment
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When his Spirit appeared in the form!
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And looked into the world with deep eyes
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Glory to Veles! |
- said one thing in silence
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Bowed down, putting down the sharp chisel
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The work was completed, the work was all over.
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And he left - over the grass and over the stones
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The winds accompanied him through the fields
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And the land of Veles said goodbye to him forever
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God looked into the distance; |
the man went away! |