In Old Fairy Tale..

erstwhile a summertime evening smelling like flowers and herbs,

With no memory of reading in Old Fairy Tale,

In the planet of the ancients, I moved with the eyes of my imagination,

And he sank in it without memory,

In the forgotten planet of Old Fairy Tale,

I've been drowning in my thoughts.

And turning the novels over another yellow card,

I heard in my soul the silent whisper of history,

When I plunged into that planet without memory,

The city of the air almost breathing Kraszewski,

Inciting the power of large emotion in his heart,

Hot as the flames of fire...

Where the alien talked to the spirits,

She flew my imagination on a falcon flight,

Where old Jaruh's charms were restored,

She's got curiosity in the rabbit's skin,

Where from the hollows of a hollow tree,

The shrewd Znosek was glimmering,

For all word of his Knezia,

Ready to follow all kinds of orders,

Where the aged old Jaruha,

Wandering in the night on the bors and woods,

She knew the secrets of supernatural wonders,

Hiding in the inaccessible pagan realms...

In the old town of Vischa,

Having listened to the clergy,

In the heat of the home I warmed the cold soul,

While good Jaga was rehearsing supper,

With 2 young Sisters Alive and Strange,

I've led long lunar talks at night,

Hurrying over the books a card after a card,

To keep up with the excitement,

The forgotten forefathers of history,

Flowing with blood in our veins,

"Dreaming in the moon's night in the fabled dreams,

It's constantly affecting our lives...

While the intoxicated freak of evil weeded,

With the sad end of a strong, powerful gag,

Some readers have experienced chills on their backs,

Reading of the informing of the spirits in the afterlife,

Painted with a word by the author inside the gontina,

Many have been told by imagination,

To make a image of ancient times,

When the Polanians worshiped the forgotten gods...

The terrible destiny of the evil weeds,

Like the ancient warning,

Inscribed permanently in the memory of the old Polans,

Handed over by the offspring pen of a Christian chronicler,

In the nineteenth century by a large novelist,

Painted with a word on an outstanding card novel,

To talk to the heart of all reader,

Being a lesson about a large nation of ancients...

Walking with the warrior Mouse brothers,

By secret forest paths,

For an ambush device convenient,

On brazen smurds of smurder,

I felt a strong bond with them,

It seemed almost innate to me,

When they're on the same page,

We set out to the castle of Weeds by team,

Thanks to the beautiful novel,

With the eyes of imagination,

an iron sword of imagination,

I set out with them to the Weeds of the stone tower,

With my emotions aroused by conflict rage,

I just knocked over another part of paper,

And beating the snezi smurds in the imagination with a sword,

I almost knocked a book off the table,

Having issued a mighty castle of wooden walls,

To a flame reader's imagination,

Previously hailed shot and stones,

Scattered with rage by fierce miles,

Seeing with the eyes of imagination a mighty castle in flames,

The deadly fear painted on the face of Weeds,

When the chill of panic passed over my back,

The old Fairy Tale fell out of my hands...

After following the old Piastun,

The 1 who forbids it from being peeled with a gag,

From the pages of the fresh I whispered to him,

To cover himself with honors,

To influence the course of past permanently,

Sitting on an abandoned Kneziow stool,

Having burned his mark on Slavic history,

The beginning being a dynasty named after its...

Reading about Doman and Strange's love,

The hidden in the ancients,

In long forgotten pagan times,

Grown centuries into archaeologists of conjecture,

I was secretly hoping for a happy finale,

Two young people of love,

A conventional Slavic wedding topped,

It's written on the pages of an old fairy tale...

At Doman and Weird's wedding,

Where all the meddlings were swarming,

Being among them the eyes of imagination,

I knocked over the last love card novel...

– Poem inspired by the fresh “Old Fairy Tale” by J.I. Kraszewski.