In the wilderness, in the dark, on a moonless night
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The guy wandered, worried, burned matches.
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And in the ominous silence the forest prophesied to him,
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His fate is a very bleak outcome.
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And each bush seemed like a ferocious predator.
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Branches creaked above his head.
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He suddenly appeared in front of the dugout,
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Painfully straining eyes captivated by darkness.
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For joy, he hit his head on the door
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And he groaned piteously: "I've been in the forest all day
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Wandering like a beast, that look howling
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Let me go, otherwise, I’ll smash the dugout!”
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But with a bunch of brushwood on a narrow back,
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Grandfather came out of the thicket, overgrown with hair.
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And at the same moment he found himself on a pine tree,
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Clinging to the branches with a beard and mustache.
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And the guy took a step back and stumbled.
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Fell and rolled head over heels into a ravine,
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At the very bottom I found myself among fly agarics
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And the head was spinning, the devil knows how.
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For joy, he hit his head on the door
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And he groaned piteously: "I've been in the forest all day
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Wandering like a beast, that look howling
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Let me go, otherwise, I’ll smash the dugout!”
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“Oh, guilty, tramp, you are in front of me,
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In my native forest, you scared me!"
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The grandfather raised his fist over his head:
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"I have never seen such impudent people in my life!"
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“I don’t agree with you, grandfather, so we are even,
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What frightening you - I myself fell into the ravine!
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Go to hell!" |
he exclaimed angrily.
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And the goblin realized that this guy is not a fool.
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For joy, he hit his head on the door
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And he groaned piteously: "I've been in the forest all day
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Wandering like a beast, that look howling
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Let me go, otherwise, I’ll smash the dugout!” |