Pilipovka
Description:
Let's go, Dzevachki, the chief.
Let's take, zevachki, pa'tars of the mouse,
We're going to go on the ground.
Let's go, zevachki, sponge pagatars.
Let's go, Dzevachki, to the shore of the slut.
I don't know if I'm in trouble.
Budzem, zevachki, prasna snavatsi,
Budzem, dzevachki, you're a red weaver.
And the Pilipovsky post is mentioned in such a humorous folk song of autumn:
Pascila dok this panadzel ,
The eighth ninja,
Prynyasi, God, the non-janataga
A pastel on May...
Great attention was paid to the weather at this time. If it is cloudy or snowy, then May will be wet.
It was believed that “wolf weddings” were held on Pilipovka, so wolves walked in packs.