And in my dreams I see myself on a wolf’s back
Riding along a forest path
To do battle with a sorcerer
In that land where a princess sits under lock and key,
Pining behind massive walls.
There gardens surround a palace all of glass;
There Firebirds sing by night
And peck at golden fruit.
Yakov Polonsky, “A Winter’s Journey” (Zimniy put, 1844)