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- Mankya, let's go listen to the storyteller, he sings a new epic. After all, we missed everything last time! - a young girl pulled her stout older sister by the sleeve.
- Oh well, don't rush! - she whined, reluctantly moving her legs. - I just put cabbage soup in the oven to languish, got tired, I won’t run!

They came to the field where all the villagers gathered around a large fire. It was full of people, but so quiet! Even small children do not make noise - they sit, as if enchanted by the iridescent melody of the harp, listen with all their ears to the gray-haired storyteller - he sings an epic song in a sonorous low voice.


“... and Svyatopolk, Knyaz of Svetlozemie, rose up on a high hill, looked around the Green Valley that spread under his feet. He smiled at the warm sun, the deep sky, the ringing swallows. He bowed goodbye to the edge of the Lake and said to the followers: It's time for us, friends, to go home... ”- the narrator fell silent, the last strings resounded.
People surrounded the elder with enthusiasm, the crowd came to life, it was noisy. Everyone was in a hurry to give the narrator a gift, whoever had it, even a copper.


- Oh, oh, because of you, we didn’t find out anything … - the girl pouted her lips and turned away from her sister.
- Wait a minute to get mad, - said the fat girl, and began to look at the people with concentration, then suddenly screamed. - Here he is! Shinora! Hey! Come here!
- You’ll call me Shinora again, you’ll taste the fist! I won’t even look that you’re woman! - A tall guy approached them.
- You better tell me, do you want to taste cabbage soup? - The fat woman ignored the threat.
- Yours? Without a doubt! - the guy exclaimed, and then became alert. - What are you trading it for?
- Do you remember? - The girl nodded her head towards the narrator.
- Epic? Sure! - answered the boy. He was famous for his memory - remembers every conversation that happened last week, can tell exactly to the smallest moment.
- Can you sing, huh? - the younger sister asked modestly and blushed.
- Okay, let’s go, I’ll sing along the way, - the guy smiled, admiring the blush on the girl’s silk cheeks. He straightened his shoulders wider, took a deep breath and began a sing-song speech:
“I bring you news from the neighboring land - from the forest region - Svetlozemie!
I will talk about the noble Knyaz Svyatopolk, the heroes of his faithful - Zarya, Deyan, Goran, Dragan. About the Voivode Moguta and glorious blacksmith Mikola. About the wise old man Svetozar and the terrible sorcerer Radogast. About the lad Lubim and his aunt Milana, about the distant Valley of the Seven Lakes and the mighty spirit Kalgama ..."

Word of mouth is spreading fast, but here's what really happened.

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