Spring fairy tale ...
In a remote, untrodden forest, where heaps of fallen trees,
In early March, suddenly bloomed, a tiny snowdrop,
He first saw the world, and was shocked by it ...
It's warm, bright and he's alone among the spruce towers!
He looked with curiosity, the woods around the clearing,
Around him everything came to life, and the air was like a drunk,
Noisy fir trees about spring, funny such ...
Bird crackling among the branches, from the sun are fussy!
Suddenly a wild boar appeared on the glade, huge and fanged,
For fresh greenery, forested now it was dangerous,
The boar saw the blossoming of the snowdrop light blue ...
And he shrank from fear all, fright of course strong!
The wild boar of the snowdrop examined, looking, the flower in alarm,
And grunted as if for himself: they grow here on the road,
Then he quietly departed, flowers, spring today ...
After all, a wild beast, a wild boar, and the heart is noble!
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