The world of pagan tale

A gray top will come, and grab the barrel, but pull the forest ... - They sang over the cradle of his mother hundreds of years ago. You also sang.
And now - the wolf appeared. He grabbed your details, but not for the barrel, but by the handle, and pulled through the forest, over rivers, cities and weights, through the entire ancient world of a pagan fairy tale. And the screaming of the children - and the youth with adults lung. Such a top is a conductor through the hidden worlds.
And the reader is a white-mountain stone at a crossroads in front of the reader. Go to the left is to forget the good. Go straight - in May to perish. And to turn right - to pay the horse the wolf for a fairy tale.
Or maybe - well, his horse? And what, what half is given for him? On fabulous paths, the wolf in satellites is much more reliable.
And the beast grows in a grin of moon fangs and crosses the path to the clear Hors. It looks at you