And of course, that dense thick forest as we see it nearby
Is a home to wolves and foxes — every beast of pray alive.
Here a bear is sure to meet you, if you hunt him in a brake,
These are common things to hunter — seeing hare, facing elk.
But they say, black forest's homeland for the evil spirit crew:
Devils, werewolves and goblins, shuralehs are frequent, too.
Why not? Endless forest shows miracles, as do the skies —
Many miracles in heaven, never seen and never tried!
That's a nice start to my story — small narration that I tell:
It was summer full-moon evening, when Dzhigit left home, he dwelt,
Making horse-way to the forest — needs some firewood to get.
Stars were twinkling in the sky, horse was mettlesome, indeed —
In a blink the dense drew nearer, and Dzhigit was inside it.
Fascinating silence seized him, when he looked around, amazed.
Dzhigit took to work at once, cutting firewood with ax.
Oh, indeed, Dzhigit was master of his job, and quick at work,
Night was flying by, invisible, as his ax was cutting log.
Taken breath was light and free, and cool air braced Dzhigit,
Ax in hand, — and there was nothing to retard him in his deed.
Suddenly, the tranquil air has been broken by a cry,
And the woodcutter has shuddered, as if bitten by a fly.
Then he stood alert, all ear, to see Something on the path —
Was it spirit or a human, or a werewolf's black mouth?
Who was that disgusting monster, smiling such an awful smile?
Ugly nose of the being touched his chin, as long as knife.
Long thin hair of a beard, knotty all from top to toe,
Deep black eyes without eyelids were sparkling as a coal.
He was somewhat like a human, thin and lean, — if not a horn,
Black horn, finger-size was leaning, middle forehead sticking on.
Neither daylight, nor in night-time could you stand his look — God save!
Though his crooked arms had the fingers, straight and long as are the
So they stared at each other for a long time, and Dzhigit
Bravely asked the ugly being: «Who are you and what's your wish?»
«Don't be scared, you, the human, I am not an outlaw.
Nor as innocent as baby, -1 am used to cheat you all.
When I see the lone person in the forest — tickle guy,
Now I see that you are single, and I dance for joy and cry!
Show me your fingers quickly, let me closer to 'see,
You'll play titi-titi-titi — titillating game with me!» English translation
by Lalja Gilmanova