- Hello, godfather Nikodim!
- Hello, godfather Yegor!
-Where are you coming from,
- From the Whereinto Mountains obscure.
- We put an axe on our bare feet hence,
We mow hay with our leather boots,
We carry water in a sieve hoops.
Our sleighs move by themselves,
And our horses have lush mustaches.
Our cats live in a high tree nest,
They fly everywhere. without a rest,
They flew into the yard now,
Started a conversation: \"Caw, caw!\"
- But it is a crow! And about a few.
- A boiled fly agaric brought for you!
Our crow has long ears sharming,
Often scurries around the garden;
Hop and hop across the bridge,
A white spot - tail. as a blitch.
- But it\'s a grey hare, I guess!
- A pine cone in your stupid nose!
All the animals are afraid of
Our huge hare tremendous.
Last winter in the bitter frost
A gray hare carried off a ram fast.
- But it\'s a terrible wolf, I bet?
- A flick on your round forehead!
Have you never heard,
That our wolves have horns hard ?
The wolf shakes his white beard,
He dined on orache short .
- But it\'s a goat! Mind throw!
- A thousand flickhs now for only you!
Our goat, slimy thing,
Went under a clumsy snag,
Wagging hism tail, as yet.
It does not allow setting up nets.
- But it\'s a usual burbot!
- No, it\'s not a burbot, I hope.
We don\'t say that about burbot.
Burbot, godfather Nikodim,
It is just proud of himself;
Burbot, godfather Nikodim
It wears a sable hat well.
It doesn\'t break it in front of anyone
And he doesn\'t understand jokes, pro-fan.