And descending just near them 310
She chirruped, and making
A brisk little movement
She said to Pakhom
In a voice clear and human:
"Release my poor child,
I will pay a great ransom."

"And what is your offer?"

"A loaf each a day
And a bucket of vodka,
Salt cucumbers also, 320
Each morning a dozen.
At mid-day sour qwass
And hot tea in the evening."

"And where, little bird,"
Asked the two brothers Goobin,
"And where will you find
Food and drink for all seven?"

"Yourselves you will find it,
But I will direct you
To where you will find it." 330
"Well, speak. We will listen."

"Go straight down the road,
Count the poles until thirty:
Then enter the forest