"...After the return of Kudeslav the Swordsman to the family, the old people only asked and listened to his advice once - during a feud with the Mordvins. Kudeslav's main merit is that they fought back. However, it seems that now they remember only Kudeslav......At the first moment it seemed to him that the hut was collapsing, as if being burst from the inside by an unknown force, its far corner jutted out like a black ledge-hump, without moving, Kudeslav waited for the bear's choice: whether to retreat, to continue the game of mortal hide-and-seek, or to attack. immediately - that’s the will of the cannibal...... Someone sank to the ground with a final convulsive movement, clutching the shaft of the arrow that had pierced the throat; someone whined piercingly, pitifully, like a half-dead puppy; the air, steamed by the sharp-sharp, flying death; and above all this, the dull, seemingly grinning face of the Wolf Sun was bleeding... Why do you need a future carried by the wings of a vulture - why?.. "