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Ilya Muromets walks through the forest in the morning. He sees: the Nightingale the Robber is sitting. All battered and
without a gold-plated tooth!
- Nightingale! Who is this to you? Yes, I will completely tear my shirt for you...
- Ezhai, Ilya, everything is fine - it's me who turned from the oak tree.(//tractor-service.com)
- Look. If anything... He goes further. He sees: Zmei Horynych is lying in bandages all over.
- Zmeyushka! Darling! Who is you, but I am ego...
- Oh, go, dear, go, it's me who hit the plane.
- If anything, snake - whistle! He went further. Vstrechayutsya Zmei Gorynych and
Nightingale the Robber. One to another:
- That's Ilya! When he is sober, he is simply a golden person, and when he is drunk, he is low.
you fly, then you whistle quietly...