Tilky Boh rozsypav zori,
A na chutir vpala nich.
Chytryi chort kudys' ponis
Sribnyi Misyac' u dolonyach.

Dvoye druziv u tu poru
Obiynyavshys' yshly v shynok.
Y zupynylys' na dorozi
Posovituvatys' shchob!

– Kume, tryas'cya yoho matir,
Shchos' ne vydno ni chorta!
Des' ne bachu de ta stezka,
Shcho u shynok zaverta.

– Namelo bahato snihu,
Nihde vypyt' y zakusyt'.
Moze zaydem do Solochy?
On u shybci shchos' horyt'!

A Solocha – vraza baba,
Z chortom vodyt' marmelad!
Pryhoshcha horilkoy z salom,
Y vertychvostyt' pyshnyi zad.

Koly: Shast'! Bubuch! Ahova!
Chtos' u dveri kalata.
I huka: – Ehey! Solocha!
V chorta v chvist pishla dusha.

A Solocha, ne zlyakavshys',
Chortu kaze: – Liz' v mishok!
A sama mershchiy do dveri
Podyvytys' chto z pryishov.

Velikolyepnaya Solocha, dobryi vechir, dobryi chas!
Z moyim kumom, Opanasom, na Rizdvo pryishly do vas!
Stav lyub’yaznaya Solocha samohona y svizyny,
Bo na dvori zaviryucha, shcho y ne diydesh do korchmy!

Hosti pyly ta hulyaly, byly chorta po horbu!
Tancyuvaly i spivaly, y ciluvalys' do vpadu...
A kinec' ciyeyi pisni meni vlom uze spivat',
Tym, chto choche znaty dali, treba Hoholya chytat'.

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