Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Old friends have gathered by the ancient oak. The clatter of dishes echoes through the forest, preparations are underway.
A huge table is already set, and a wonderful piglet is roasting.
And a glorious troll carries a barrel of good beer.
As has been the custom since ancient times, friends meet once a year.
Oh, how many of them have gathered here!
A fairytale crowd is having fun.
The King sits opposite the forester, and the forester sits to the right of the jester.
And nearby, the dwarves are not bored – they sing songs about the mountains.
Everyone who has come here will tell you a story; this is the law of the gathering, and this is the will of the Prince!
There is no fool here who wouldn't pour himself a beer!
And, clinking glasses, the old friends get drunk.
And, leaning on a golden cane, in the guise of all the forces of evil, stands Nobody and No One, stands the Russian
Prince-Sorcerer Vasily.
And, leaning on a golden cane, in the guise of all the forces of evil, stands Nobody and No One, stands the Russian
Prince-Sorcerer Vasily.
The book has closed, and the forest has disappeared somewhere.
But I hear the rustling of the leaves, and the singing of old friends...