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 | | When he had examined whether the knots were firm enough, he let go, and the bushes sprang up again, and jerked up the little fox, so that it hung struggling in the air. |
 | | Ah, a hare is coming, said the musician, I do not want him. |
 | | When the fox saw him running, he began to lament, and cried with all his might, brother wolf, come to my help, the musician has betrayed me. The wolf drew down the little tree, bit the cord in two, and freed the fox, who went with him to take revenge on the musician. |
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