ABSTRACT
In a certain kingdom, beyond thrice-nine lands in the thrice-tenth, there lived a strong and powerful tsar. This tsar had a fine and valiant archer, and this fine and valiant archer had a magnificent and heroic stallion. One day the valiant archer rode off on his heroic stallion to hunt in the forest; he rode along the path, then rode along the high road, until he suddenly came upon the golden feather of a firebird, sparkling before his eyes as if aflame! His heroic stallion warned him: "Do not take the golden feather; if you take it, great sorrow you will know!" And the valiant archer immersed himself in deep thought—pick it up or not? For to pick up the golden feather and present it to the tsar meant he would be offered a reward; and who does not cherish a tsar's generosity?
