There is a green oak near the Lukomorye; Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

There is a green oak near the Lukomorye; The golden chain on that oak tree: Day and night, the learned cat keeps walking around on the chain; Goes to the right - starts a song, Goes to the left - tells a fairy tale. There are miracles there: a goblin wanders there, a mermaid sits on the branches; There on unknown paths are traces of unseen animals; There is a hut there on chicken legs. It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There, at dawn, the waves will rush onto the sandy and empty shore, And thirty beautiful knights emerge from the clear waters in succession, And with them is their sea uncle; There the prince casually Captures the formidable king; There in the clouds in front of the people, through the forests, across the seas, the sorcerer carries the hero; In the dungeon there the princess grieves, And the brown wolf serves her faithfully; There the stupa with Baba Yaga walks, wanders by itself, There King Kashchei withers over the gold; There is a Russian spirit there... it smells like Russia! And there I was, and I drank honey; I saw a green oak by the sea; He sat under it, and the learned cat told me his fairy tales.