Граф Орлов
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| They call your death – the Black Rider |
Suddenly, large snowflakes will begin to fall from the sky, and a gust of wind will bring you the scent of previously unknown herbs. The wind, a mad wind, get used to it, it may happen that from now on it will be your eternal companion. And here is the approach of your death – a dull thud of hooves. A dark cloud among the snowflakes. It is him, the Black Rider. Once upon a time, long ago, he was a brave knight, fearless and without reproach, who accomplished many feats in the glory of his homeland. Once he saved a beautiful sorceress, who promised to fulfill any of his desires. The knight wished to be able to wander the paths of our beautiful world forever with his steed. Eternal life is beyond even the strongest sorceress, so she cursed the knight with eternal death to fulfill his wish. And so he rides along the dusty roads, on his faithful horse, aimlessly, untimely, incomprehensibly why. If he considers you a dull loser, unworthy of the romance of distant roads, then his giant black horse will trample you with its sharp hooves and ride on, driven by the restless wind. But if there is a spark of adventure and vagrancy in you, then the Black Knight will help you get on his horse and take you into the unknown.  |
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Interesting test. I'll try to take it again.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers