The man opened one eye and stared at David's hiding place. “You and your friend can sit down and have a snack.” David hesitated, then stood up slowly, clutching his knife tightly. “Are you going to invite him in, or are you planning to eat the whole rabbit yourself?” said the man

David raised his voice. "Ewin! No problem!" He stretched out his hand and added in a more normal tone: “My name is David and my friend's is Ewin.” He paused before the man said his name. “My name is Akjan. I come from the North, from beyond Mount Elbrus.” Ewin cautiously emerged on his horse.

He tied the mare's reins to one of the smaller branches of the oak, and David introduced her to Akjan. “It is surprising to see one of the Abzka people this far south,” Ewin said. " Mine. It's amazing to see some of the Kutsk people in it this far north,” he said, looking at David as he said this. “And encountering a false witch,” the man was still quite kind. David's eyes were constantly on the rabbit in the fire. When