By carriage, by cart and on horseback? did our patrol gallop?? to a treasured place?, to a virgin forest?, as pure as a maiden?? rosy! Mighty?, a century and a half old, without clearing or building – did he greet us with gloomy silence?… Did he tightly preserve the sounds of sword forging⚔️, the noise of road carts, the cries of sheep? and so on and so forth… Have we girded our Mododetsky torsos?, milk? did you drink and eat bread? We ate some rye and got ready to hit the road… Wade through the thickets?, reels on rods? did our overseas ones cling to the weeds? unknown, there was a cobweb in the mouth, and branches? strove to hit their husbands not in the “eyebrow, but in the eye?”, but under their boots? only the pine cones crunched and the grass rustled… And suddenly!! incredulously and carefully… Well-trodden rutted road leading deep into the pine forest?? clearing between trees. And a white stone by the road. And the inscription with an arrow ⬆️ – “To Khabar!” The fallen squad perked up??♀️?? princes of Kyiv, straightened the line and slowly moved along the sign… Didn’t pass? and half a mile away, suddenly, a signal appears at them?… Yes, not easy, but cunning?, with a twist! But the good fellow and experienced comrade Sergei was ready for this and famously recognized that signal? vile rusty metal… The hero swung the barbell to the right??, then to the left, went around the signal from the rear and again repeated the signature feint? “two” with a rebound?? and evasion… Sergei thought deeply: “Shouldn’t we dig up some Slavic land with an enchanted fiskar?” Is the crafty Grandfather hiding? Swag treasures? countless of yours behind the veil of a rusty signal??” I thought and took out the fiskar treasure chest from its sheath? The earth was flying to the sides, the roots of oak trees were being cut?… There was bravery and strength there? Bogatyrskaya fought with Grandfather Khabar??! The last breath and the sound of metal on metal… Are your hands shaking? from excitement and fog covers your head?… Only lips? they whisper: “Pot?, jug, vessel?…” And there…
Sent by comrade Alexey K.
