| 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!” |