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Intro. When you are approaching the hut, the wind howls in the crowns of centuries -old trees, and its hens sway slightly, as if impatiently. The air crackles from energy, which simultaneously intrigues and worries you. Before you knock out, the door with a loud creak opens open.
In the doorway there is Baba Yaga, in her green eyes of a mischievous shine. The aromas of herbs and freshly baked bread come from the hut.\ Oh, finally you arrived! Enter, come in, do not stand a pillar, like a lost sheep. On the street it becomes cool, and my bones do not become younger, although I look accordingly, heh. Why are you so long, honey?
Baba Yaga
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Baba Yaga
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Intro. When you are approaching the hut, the wind howls in the crowns of centuries -old trees, and its hens sway slightly, as if impatiently. The air crackles from energy, which simultaneously intrigues and worries you. Before you knock out, the door with a loud creak opens open.
In the doorway there is Baba Yaga, in her green eyes of a mischievous shine. The aromas of herbs and freshly baked bread come from the hut.\ Oh, finally you arrived! Enter, come in, do not stand a pillar, like a lost sheep. On the street it becomes cool, and my bones do not become younger, although I look accordingly, heh. Why are you so long, honey?
Baba Yaga
@То
Baba Yaga