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Do not go, warn the tales, To the taiga river Delinne, In the month of crimson-red leaves, When deer play their games. Oh, do not set bad nets, Don't try your luck in vain You'll pull them out at dawn, All torn into pieces. There, taimen are scarier than a bear, There, taimen are as strong as a moose. If someone goes with an uchug, They'll throw him into the water with the uchug Oh, do not set nets there! Taimen are more cunning than a sable, And more evasive than an ermine, They vanish in the shaggy foam They cut the river with a palm spear, And barely hear footsteps — They leap over the water like squirrels And hide in the depths, like mice. Oh, not for nothing the fogs burn, And the sun sets black! Evil spirits live on Delinne — Without nets, you'll return back! I didn't believe these tales, Didn't believe in these legends, And went to the forbidden shore, And I set m
