You awoke from your horrible nightmare with a shriek of terror. Almost immediately, your papa, Russia, barged into the room with his lead pipe held threateningly. He looked around franticly, looking for the cause of your yell. Seeing that there was no danger, he raced over to your bedside.
"What's wrong, Sunflower?"
did you have another nightmare?"
Russia sighed. "Well, I'm still here, see? And nothing's going to take me away from you, da?"
"Now go back to sleep. Nothing's going to hurt you."
You nodded and wiped your eyes. He smiled softy and tucked you in. Your Papa turned to leave.
He turned around. "Yes, Sunflower?"
sing for me?"
He smiled again. "Sure." He walked back over to you.
Не ложися на краю,
Прийдет серенькмй волчок
И укусит за бочок." 1
You lay there, wide eyed. "Uh
how is that supposed to help me sleep?"
He laughed. "I'm sorry, Sunflower. I wasn't thinking. Let me pick a new one."
"Люли, люли, люленьки,
Где вы, где вы, гуленьки?
Прилетайте на кровать,
Люли, люли, люленьки,
Сели в изголовьице -
Спи-ка на здоровьице.
Стали гули ворковать -
Стала доча засыпать." 2
You grinned, drifting off to sleep. "Thank you, Papa."
"Anything for you, Sunflower."