Привет, Мир!

By the seashore there is a green oak; A golden chain on that oak: Day and night the learned cat Walks around the chain all the time; Goes to the right — starts a song, To the left — tells a fairy tale. There are miracles: there the wood goblin wanders, A mermaid sits on the branches; There on unknown paths Traces of unseen animals; There the hut on chicken legs Stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There at dawn the waves will rush To the sandy and empty shore, And thirty beautiful knights Come out of the clear waters in a row, And with them their sea uncle.