ABSTRACT
There lived and dwelt these two girlfriends. One of the girlfriends had a gold ring on her finger. She wore it all the time and never took it off so that it grew right into her finger. This girlfriend fell ill and died and the other took pity on the ring. She started to take it off, but she couldn’t remove it anyway so she took a knife and cut off the finger with the ring. Well, they buried her and the other one started boiling that finger in order to get the ring off. Suddenly she heard her deceased friend singing beneath the window: All the people in the town are asleep. All the people in Kiev are asleep. Only my soul does not sleep. My best friend does not sleep. She is boiling and cooking my hand. She will pull off my golden ring.
