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Guns hang on a bough,
And a fire went out long ago.
Seven hunters sit
The sad story began ...

I remember once I
Angry caught fire in the forest.
All escaped from the fire,
But he had already caught up with many.

And he saw a wolf cub
This afternoon I was gloomy.
He sat and waited for death
All covered with fire.

And now I do not remember
As his breathing,
I am of the cub rescued
And back home with him.

For a long time, I treated him
From burns and from injuries.
In the hands of its bore
What I would soon fall asleep.

And the cub grew rapidly
In the eyes of my matured
In one village among birches
In fear of all dogs kept.

And the cub grew rapidly
In the eyes of my matured
In one village among birches
I called him by Fire.

So he stayed with me
I will not run away
Once the cold winter
He met a wolf

Long after he whined
She wept bitterly at the moon.
This is the most asked for it
Let him go into the forest.

And one day I went out
And he said: "Run, Fire!"
He looked at me
And his whole body trembled.
 
Many years have passed since then
Once the cold winter
The sled on a cold heat
I was returning home.

Quietly, I slept in a sleigh
The horse was too quiet
Suddenly reared
And galloped

And out of the thicket behind me
Flock wolf raced
Angry hungry crowd
The meat was torn warm.

And suddenly I realized,
With no escape from death
I looked back,
With the leader of your eyes cross

With the leader of his eyes crossed
And I suddenly recognized him.
It's a boy, my fire.
My trusty loyal friend.

I would be happy to cuddle
Burying his snout between his knees.
How many years ago
In his native hut villages.

He stopped suddenly,
Muscles all gathered into a ball
And my old faithful friend
Against a wolf pack stood.

So ended the life of fire
Blood crimson expired
He entered into an unequal battle
Protect me himself.

Gun hanging on a bough
And a fire went out long ago.
Seven hunters sitting
The sad story is over ...