“...So it was a tiger! Tiger, not wapiti! That’s why it seemed strange to Sasha that his roar could be heard, but neither the cracking of branches broken by the horns nor the heavy steps of the beast could be heard. Fools! They did not smell the danger because they were intoxicated with their luck. Even for Danila, an experienced ginseng grower, this turned out to be a special day. Incredible! It was as if Pantsui himself was coming into their hands, and one rather large root was found by Sasha, which was considered simply a miracle: after all, it was his first time going fishing...”