This night is filled with rage, silence and a round dance of arrows that just recently circled along the river bank. A small fire, sparks of which dance in the air, falling on the long beards of men, crackles from dry sticks. There is an old iron pot on the coals, and water is already boiling in it. One of the warriors bends down and throws a handful of dry herbs at her. There's a battle coming soon. The last one. The book is a story and stories about Glorious Warriors. Rus', the wide Volga and real courage!