High in a tree, a sprite, a trail
Where unknown beasts move never seen by
Man's eyes, a hut on chicken feet,
Without doors, without windows,
An evil witch's lone retreat;
The woods and valleys there are teeming
With strange things....
~ From Alexander Pushkin's narrative poem Ruslan and Ludmilla
Caledonia presents more of the classics from the Steppes and the Asian plains, where wise women and witches fly in a mortar and besom, and animals are wise and helpful, and it is hard to distinguish between peasants and nobles. Live in Voice.
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