Suitcases with tales of Pushkin

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Vintage bags 60-ies became the chests with tales.

There stands a green oak;
A gilded chain on the oak tree:
And day and night the cat scientist
All goes on a chain around;
Goes to the right — the song starts,
Left — the tale says.
A magic place: there wends his way,
The mermaid on branches sits;
There on unknown tracks
Traces of unseen beasts;
Hut there on chicken legs
Without Windows, without doors;
There wood and Dale with wonders teem;
There about the dawn of day the breakers stream
On a bare and barren,
And thirty goodly knights
A series of water come out clear
And with them their uncle sea;
There the Prince passing
Captivates the terrible Tsar;
There in the clouds before the people
Through forests, across the sea
Warlock is the hero;
In prison there tuzhit Princess,
and the brown wolf faithfully serves her;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
He goes wandering by itself,
There's king Kashchey over gold withers;
There Russian spirit... there smell of Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
The sea saw an oak green;
Under it sat, and the cat scientist
Their tale told to me... ( A. S. Pushkin)

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