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On a high mountain cliff, which seemed like a huge and eternal stone giant that had been looming over the raging sea for centuries, stood the house of a lonely poor man.

A traveler was returning home along the banks of a cheerful and murmuring mountain river.

In a powerful and renowned kingdom, a new king was ascending to the throne.

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Oleg was really unlucky that day.

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One woman was planning to get married.

One father had two sons — the youngest and the eldest, beloved and unloved, close-by and far-away one.

People kept coming to the countless-ages-wise gray-haired elder, one after another.

Once upon a time — and for the first time it happened many years ago and since then it happens from time to time again and again — a young man was running along the roa