And here, too, is the cheerful place—the Kingdom of Berendey. There stands a glorious town, Svoloch on the river Svoloch—colloquially, Svoloch-on-Svoloche. They say that in those years the red sun fell onto it—and whether it burned all those worthless Svolochan shenanigans, no one knows…
Here, longships float from the Varangians to the Greeks, and from the Greeks back to the Varangians, along the river Vytyokla…
Here shines with youthful beauty the bright falcon of Dokuка—and for love of heart, a ripe berry—Lady Shalava Neputyatіchna—is ready to follow him wherever: into the Real, into the Unseen…
Cunning Kudyka, master of all trades, performs secret deeds here. And the clear sun rolls across the blue sky, launched from a catapult—otherwise, from a slingshot. Oh, it will roll—into trouble!…