Граф Орлов
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An old man sat at a crossroads on New Year's Eve with an axe in his hand, staring intently at its blade. Then the trolls came and began to talk to him, offering him all sorts of things: gold, treasures, expensive clothes, and delicacies – until one of them offered him lard. Then the poor old man said:
“I won’t refuse the lard!” – after which he went mad.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers