spring springs anew

There stands in the middle of Krukuv Surround a small short unseemly well-kept earthen mound. Dug out at the founding of this our homeland by a pair of gentle industrious hands upon it grow blossoms of white orange blue – the first ones to spring up when Spring springs anew. 'Twas there that wise Grigov (Man Krukuv, of old) did first sink his spade into our lovely vold to dig out a place wherein to store his crop protected from wind rain and thick muddy slop. A tunnel he lifted within which to put great armfuls of tubers and wild beet-root then kept right on tunneling slowly anon until his bones wearied and his strength was gone. He took then a maiden of the Yaelong folk who bore him three children from her fertile yolk whom he set to digging in the earthen larder so that there'd have plenty should times they turn harder. And things then turned sour as he knew they would but they had deep piles of well-fermented food with which they sustained themselves happy and strong until better fortunes came strolling along. Please come soon and visit fine Krukuv Surround and marvel at what can be done underground when minds they are focused on one single task – on building a nation that this long could last.

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