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Neymovirno, skil′ky dyv traplyayet′sya vlitku! Dosch u syn′omu kapelyusi chodyt′ horamy y dolamy, bosonohe doschenya vchyt′sya tantsyuvaty y radity, viter kol′oru neba hraye charivnu melodiyu na sopiltsi, navit′ zhar-ptytsi vyblyskuyut′ sered zirok. Konyky, dzhmeli i babky svyatkuyut′ imenyny kul′babok, a Krit vybyrayet′sya o lityaniy pori pohlyanuty na bilyy svit. Adzhe vse v n′omu — take krasyve i tayemnyche. Same takym yoho bachyt′ i pokazuye malen′kym chytacham u svoyiy nepovtorniy poeziyi Halyna Kyrpa.