Legends of our time

Winter came to the Earth of the Russian. The forest and its fields were covered with snow, endless expanses turned white. From the prince to the last serf, everyone put on the fur coats, melted the stoves.
And in the middle of the white snow, a huge gray wolf rushes, and his good fellow with a stumor sword sits on his back. On noon, their path lies - to the sea sea, to Buyan -Sostrov, to the Great Duba. To where Kashcheev’s death in a stone egg is saved.
It is necessary to hasten Princess Ivan and a gray wolf. The trouble ripens at sunrise.
Clouds are already gathering in the Kashchev Kasheevo kingdom, they are already gathering in the terrible fist of the horde. The old man in the iron crown is sitting on the iron throne. Soon the king of undead will fall into Rus".
HEK. Hake. Hake