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He was tall and slim and powerful.

Dropped foliage in the fall at times.

The spring ray caressed him warmly.

In winter, the crown was covered with snow.

He was a lighthouse in the distance.

As an obelisk was visible a mile away from the village.

And, flying past, cranes:

– Kurly! Kurly! – Shouted in his honor.

Sometimes we boast with childish pride:

– A hundred years to him! And it will be a hundred to stand!

But a pile of firewood suddenly appeared.

— And where is the poplar?! – Children do not understand.