An oak green grows in the bay; A golden chain entwines the oak: A learned tomcat by night and day Commits around it his walk; Rightwards he goes singing songs, Leftwards – a fairy tale he reads. There are wonders: there Leshy* roams, A mermaid on the branches sits; There are on unknown tracks Footprints of beasts unseen before; There is the hut on chicken legs* With no windows, no door; There visions fill the wood and vale; There rise waves at sunrise pale On the deserted sandy shore, And thirty knights in armour bright* Walk in a line from waters light, With their captain on before; There is a prince who on the way Captures a dreadful king with ease; There in broad light of day Across the woods, across the seas A wizard with a hero flees; There a captive princess cries, A brown wolf to help her tries, A mortar with the Wicked Witch* All by itself goes inch by inch; There among his golden heaps The Deathless King* is worn away; There the Russian spirit lives There old Rus* smells faraway! And there I was, and mead I had And saw the oak by the sea; And there sat the learned tomcat Who told his fairy tales to me. One fairy tale I have recalled: I shall confide it to the world…* Translated by Emil Sharafutdinov (Emil S. on allpoetry)SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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