Magus Vseslavich

The epic about the Volkh is one of the most ancient in Russia. Her hero, a werewolf hero, was born of a snake and a woman.
THE BIRTH OF THE BOGATYR

Through the garden, over the green
The young princess Marfa Vseslavovna walked and walked -
She stepped on a fierce snake.
A fierce serpent coiled
Around Chebot green morocco,
Near a silk stocking,
It hits the white thighs with its trunk.
At that time, the princess conceived,
She conceived and gave birth in due time:
And the moon shone in the sky, -
And a mighty hero was born in Kiev,
Young Volkh Vseslavievich.
The earth sprouted cheese,
The glorious Indian kingdom shook,
The blue sea is noisy
For the sake of the birth of the heroic,
Young Volkh Vseslavich.

The fish went into the depths of the sea,
The bird flew high into the sky
Tours and deer went for the mountains,
Hares, foxes in thickets,
And wolves, bears in spruce forests,
Sables, martens on the islands ...

Magus began to grow and grow,
Volkh learned many wisdom:
Pike-fish walk
Volhu across the blue seas,
To roam the dark forests like a gray wolf,
Bay tour - golden horns to scour the field.