 Onchar, pichahli i skupoi, na poch vid znoem raskaljonai. Onchar, kak grozna i chuzavoi, sta'it adzin po vsej vsevenai. Upon the barren desert sands, on soil parched by summer's curse, Onchar, dread century, stands, all alone in the universe. Nature, waiting for it, gave birth to it in the day of heaven. The earth, the honey, the honey, and the roots of the poison. There nature in the thirsty plain, one day in wrath, wrought forth the thing. And to each root and leafy vein, it made a deadly poison clain. Ya, kaple skloz evo karu, koludnyu rastapjast adznoju, zastivait veche ru, guztoj prozračnuyu smaloju. The venom oozes down the bark, turned liquid by the blazing sun, and then congeals amid the dark into a thick, transparent gum. Ko nimu i ptitsa nivitit, i tigara nidiot. Mish-vigar čornay nadrevo smerti nabizhit, imtitsa proč, užet letmornay. Upon that tree, no bird will light, no tiger come. The wind's black breath will circle round the tree of blight, then speed away, now laced with death. I esli tuča rastit, bluzdaja listevo drimuči, s jevo vidvej užledovit, stikaet doržt, pisok karuči. And should a wayward cloud its dew upon those drooping leaves bestow, the branches drip a fatal brew upon the burning sand below. No čeloveku čelovek poslao kančarubu glasnunu sgjadom, i tot poslušna pudj počok, i kutru bozuracilsev sjadom. But once a man dispatched a man with baleful look into that waste, and he obeyed, and off he ran to bring the poison back in haste. Prinos on smeltoju smolu dvec sugladošči li listani, i pot oblednému čelu vstrujilse chladnani vručjani. He brought the pitch upon a bau whose yellowed leaves had curled and died, and on his pale, stricken brow a chilling sweat cored down and dried. Prinos i oslagel i ljok, podsvodom šalša nalyki, i umer vietný ran u nok i povedimove vladyki. And having brought it, he grew weak, and lay beneath the vaulted tent at his mighty sovereign's feet, the wretched slave, expired, spent, and in the venomed sap the king dipped arrows for his warrior bams, and sent destruction near and far upon the men of other lambs. This was uncharted by Alexander Pushkin. Chapter 12, Immigration and Nationality. Sub-Chapter 2, Immigration. Mission 2, United States Code 1324, A-1 and 3. United States Code 1324, A-1, A, B, I. Never mind it. It's at hand. 7.30 PM, right here, the paper mache cathedral. Also in July and August, starting next Sunday, we will perform the Diagonal Life Circus and Pageant, down in the circus field at 3 PM. We will now serve bread and aioli out in the backyard, and the bread and puppet press store, museum, and cheap art bus will be open for your perusal. Lastly, we here at Bread and Puppets still believe in one great nation, and that's the donation. So if you do not see a hat on your way in, please feel free to visit one on your way out. Thank you.