Finally we jumped over the railway. Evening, a dilapidated trackman's house. We passed the dangerous section extremely successfully; the run-in with wild boars doesn’t count. True, we were fired at a couple of times, I still don’t understand where from, but these are minor things - everyone is alive, no one is wounded. Kruger stepped into combat guard and lay down in the doorway. I made a small fire in a trimmed barrel in the middle of the room, preparing a stew from scourge packages. - Padre, ancient engravings and books - I understand that. Why did the Nazis need to drag the corpse of an old man across Europe? - Because he was a kobold. What, didn’t I say? – Excuse me, who? – Kobold. Well, or a goblin, if you call it in the English manner. I drowned the spoon in the pot, burning my fingers while I caught it. He took out a spoon and looked at the padre. Papa Carlo is deceiving me and doesn’t even smile. – Padre, do you want to say that Tedi and Aurvang were goblins? – Yes, but we people called them kobolds or goblins. They called themselves Dwarves. Although this self-name, I think, was also invented by them for people. They never gave their real names. I was friends with Tedi, but I never learned his real name. Here, Aurvang, I think that was the real name of the old man, after all, three hundred years side by side with people - that means something.