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Cossack-harakternik

The sun, overcoming its usual path across the sky, rolled down, behind a dark strip of forest. Its last rays softly enveloped the dense thickets of reeds on the river bank.

Two mermaids sat on wicker chairs in the reeds. The eldest of them, ugly in appearance and almost disgusting, burned a pipe and slowly told the young and beautiful ancient stories from the life of mermaids.

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