| Kroki was a merchant - he sold concrete.
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| One day he went to Centerville to ship a couple of tons.
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| I harnessed the cart, loaded the goods and did not forget the supply of food, and now ...
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| But here, at the city gates, Dur the astrologer caught up with him.
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| Dur was dressed in a funny dressing gown, all in sparks and flowers,
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| And he said, "Friend Kroki, you made a big mistake.
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| After all, you know: Mars is your star, you were born under the sign of Leo,
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| And your karma doesn't tell you to hit the road - today is Wednesday!"
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| “Wednesday?” Kroki replied, “Wednesday. |
| And so what?
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| You are an occultist, and I don't believe you all for a penny!"
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| “Wait, my friend!” Dur pleaded, “Though you are dumb as a sheep,
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| I will still give you advice: don’t look around on the road.”
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| “Hello!” Croky answered and urged on the horses,
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| After all, a long journey of nine days lay ahead.
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| Here Croky rode, rode ... It's already been a day
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| The landscape was bare and simple - fields and shadows from trees,
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| But suddenly he sees - there is a strange sign in the field.
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| He came up and read: "To the right - it's good for everyone!"
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| “Nishtyak,” thought Kroki, “it wouldn’t hurt me right now!”
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| And he stepped to the right and disappeared at the same moment...
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| This song has a moral and its meaning is simple:
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| Don't poke your nose into someone else's nishtyak, otherwise the nose will disappear.
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| And if you went somewhere - watch where you are going,
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| And most importantly, remember: you can’t argue against karma! |