A stone lies in the steppe,
And beneath it flows water,
And on the stone are written the words:
"Who goes to the right -
Finds nothing,
And who goes ahead,
Comes nowhere,
Who goes to the left -
Will understand nothing
And even a half-kopek piece will be lost".

In front of the stone stand
Without horses and without swords
And decide: Go or one need not.
One of them was bad -
He went to the right,
And was on his own, -
Found nothing, -
No villages, no settlements, -
And came back.

Straight ahead there is no way -
Nowhere to arrive,
But one examined the incantation
And, approaching stealthily,
Went straight ahead, -
How much he however roamed
He reached nowhere, -
He returned and drank,
And came back.

Now and thirdly - there was a fool,
He knew nothing and so,
He went without caution to the left,
If he strode for a long time or shortly
He suffered not at all,
Drank, walked and rested,
Understood nothing, -
So he strode through his whole life -
And did not disappear and has not gone missing.