The leader threw his hands up, and Vasily saw on his palms, as Sarika had told him, a copper beetle, whose head was bright red, and its entire body shone with copper polished to a dazzling shine, which was reflected in every sea drop that reached before him. The beetle raised its head menacingly, then lowered it, uttering a short furious cry of “Kshe!” and a huge, fist-sized ruby fell from the sky at the leader’s feet. The tribe shouted joyfully, the men waved their spears, the women began to spin, slapping their tanned thighs. The leader shouted: “Waharanena Nundu!” He solemnly raised the ruby above his head and threw it into the rising wave. And the ocean became silent. It was impossible to believe it! But just now the waves were hooting, crashing against the gray rocks, and now they were licking them like affectionate puppies, splashing somewhere down there, not reaching the area where the tribe had gathered. The eleventh book in the series “The Magic of the Ural Forest”