"Там чудеса, там леший бродит..." (А.С. Пушкин)
"There's miracles, there's it wanders wood goblin ..."
What marvels there! A mermaid sitting
High in a tree, a sprite, a trail
Where unknown beasts move never seen by
Man’s eyes, a hut on chicken feet,
Without doors, without windows,
An evil witch’s lone retreat;
The woods and valleys there are teeming
With strange things…. Dawn brings waves that, gleaming...