Author of quotes: Parnassus on end

In the native side, Smolensk,
Outside the village
In a poor village hut
The old grandmother lived.
Yes, weakness in the female
Got himself a goat.
And on a grey pet
I could not breathe.
Know wonder they say,
That love is evil:
Like, how your heart will ignite,
So in love with a goat.
The fawn, in vain, that the cattle,
Bored for a reason
(Notice where I GNU):
Race of goat - men,
Give them a novelty.
Here it is, Les! In the ranks of the mighty
Pine stood like a regiment,
And from the thicket of the dense
There was a wolf.
Grandma followed, that there is spirit,
Straight into the forest. No, my God!
The horns of the goat the old woman
Carried to his home.
And washed them, garucha, Bitter woman's tears...
"The old woman is proruha" -
Was not said by me.

Yesterday only bathed a goat -
The fusion of black and white,
And now I'm not sweet -
"My goat, what have I done?"
Yesterday still in the legs lying,
Mutually looked at him I
And now in the forest he ran away -
"My goat, what have I done?"
And wolf in evil bir
Kidnapped, abducted,
You, happiness is mine, no whoa,
No well - Segrate, sorenne.
And only the legs but the horn
Here - Yes leg horns, before I
To clean up from the brutal enemy
"My goat, what have I done?"

Where did you go, my gray, my goat,
with the bell on his forehead and tape on the horns?
Sad your garden. Nanny-old woman crying near
about a dead love, may the old days.
In the last terrible hour I saw you so close,
in the dim, dark forest you are driving a convertible.
Under the weight of the wolf then you've fallen low,
only the legs and horns leaving for Nanny

Sparks in the moonlight
through the rays of the flickering
see dimly the outlines of
I'm an old lady and a goat.
Drink love to the edge of the bowl
all sliianie and more beautiful
but the goat in the thicket
evil force dragged.
The wolves rush to the edge of the night
this sparkle of their eyes,
in the hour of deep midnight
goat sacrifice.
On the grass white legs
goat legs, goat horns,
and the old lady on the track...
... Old cute children's sleep.

Over tired in the spring, flying spring,
Pouring flowers in the aroma.
Inconsolable old woman, she is crying.
The tortured cries only mother.
Happy days passed like a Golden dream,
And the goat that were so loved,
Not going back to the soul her sad, sick,
He's in the woods too, lies motionless.
Like a raging shaft gray wolf came,
And as the wind flower, crumpled goat.
Only a trace he dared to lay.
And crying from sorrow the earth.

And who would us a song-the blade of grass started
To forget sorrow and trouble.
How alive old and grey goat.
Oy, Lado, Lado Oh okay!
Mercy old grey goat,
As his beloved child.
Yes love goat could not keep.
Oy, Lado, Lado Oh okay!
I wanted the goat to the dark forest on the scope:
"Me without the will and life do not."
Yes promised, seen the goat the death of the forest.
Oy, Lado, Lado Oh okay!
Wolves prowl in the woods like a dirty rat
Ripped the old woman's joy.
Managed only a trace to collect.
Oy, Lado, Lado Oh okay!

A kind old woman to the grey goat love was kindled and from thereof Kozlov presence of a very great pleasure I received. Recendy the goat, by nature lecoutre being mladosti years to jump in the open air having a tendency, in the forest of delights, the old woman sped away. And as you know, in the woods are gray wolves living and not enduring spirit of the goat, the goat that sudden death has caused. The same old goat legs and horns of a goat as a gift left.

Alone in the wilderness of pine forest
Decrepit old woman lived,
And other days its harsh
Had a grey goat.
Goat, tormented spiritual thirst,
The dense forest is left once;
And devoured him there is a wolf.
Goat voice forever silent.
Left my grandmother a leg
The joy of days gone by,
And the memory of the goat more
Just look at the goat horns.
Alone in the woods
Pining for the goat in silence.

An old woman, childless and miserable
Lived a gray goat, and this four-legged
In great favor was an old woman.
Slept on feathers, ate hearty, drank until drunk,
Got up after noon, and went to bed early;
Well, the word lived
and not grieve.
What else? But here's the problem -
We are not happy life never:
A pavilion under trees on free will
Fuse the idea of a goat walking to do
And, don't hesitate to share
In the adjacent forest to goat in a hurry.
It is only in the forest - a wolf of the forest Shasta!
In the eyes of fire, revealed grosescu mouth
And with all the goat left a little:
Only a tuft of wool, horns and legs.
Of the story the meaning is not difficult to guess:
Do not run to the forest, since the house grace.

There was at the grandmother a greyish goat,
Here's how, here's how the gray goat.
Grandmother of a goat very loved
Here's how, here's how, very much.
Occurred to the goat into the woods populate,
Here's how, here's how the forest populati.
Attacked a goat gray wolves,
Here's how, here's how the gray wolves.
My grandmother left a trace.
Here's how, here's how a trace.

Pop the gray and old. Eyes red from crying.
One concern is to light the lamps.
Wife in a coffin. And the daughter of the fence.
Last one - skinny, mangy dog.
Now the priest is not much:
Crust of bread, a pack of cigarettes.
But the greedy dog. With him completely out of control.
Sly, cunning. And he took the meat.
No, you cannot. In the eyes of the weary flame.
Pop, limping, dragged into the barn.
Takes the axe. And grind stone,
Dog says the last time to say goodbye.