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She lived - Vasilisa the Beautiful was at ease and at ease: she made braids, sewed new dresses for herself, walked with her friends. Everything went on the thumb, everything was fine, like Vasilisa herself! Life was a great fairy tale! But as in all fairy tales and in her fairy tale there was an evil witch. In Russia, her name was Baba Yaga, the bone leg. And this very Yaga was horribly disgusted with the beauty of our heroine. As a woman, Yaga was envious and freaked out of her youth and ...
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A huge tent towered above the forest guard camps. The tent belonged to the replaceable leader - the old, experienced Krauk. As a rule, at sunset, the bustle in the camp was stopped and the guards, behind the thick velvet canopy of the tent, could hear only silence. However, already the second evening, the thick canvas let through completely different sounds.
Now, a sensitive hearing of the guard could discern heavy breathing, a strained cough, and, perhaps, moist sounds that somehow resemble a splash of water.
No one knew exactly what ...
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Now, a sensitive hearing of the guard could discern heavy breathing, a strained cough, and, perhaps, moist sounds that somehow resemble a splash of water.
No one knew exactly what ...
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