Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Old friends gathered by the ancient oak. The forest echoes with the clatter of dishes, preparations for a feast are underway. A huge table is already set, and a magnificent pig is roasting. And a glorious troll carries a barrel of good beer. Since ancient times, as tradition dictates, friends meet once a year. Oh, how many of them have gathered here! A wondrous people are celebrating. The King sits opposite the forester, the forester sits to the right of the jester. And nearby, the dwarves are not bored – they sing songs about the mountains. Everyone here will tell you a story; this is the law of the gathering, and such is the will of the Prince! Here, you won't find a fool who won't pour himself a beer! And, clinking glasses, the old friends will get drunk. And, leaning on a golden cane, in the guise of all unholy power, stands Nobody and No One, stands the Russian Prince-sorcerer Vasily. And, leaning on a golden cane, in the guise of all unholy power, stands Nobody and No One, stands the Russian Prince-sorcerer Vasily. The book is closed, and the forest has disappeared somewhere. But I hear the rustling of leaves, and the singing of old friends...