Ivan Rasskazov - The Mysteries of the Shaman Stone

“They will not let us out of here alive, and Herman is one of them, he brings visitors from afar, and they turn them into wolves. Who will look for them after that!” From these thoughts, Nick's legs began to fail and the head ceased to think. “At least Sanka was turned into a wolf and me; they’ll probably just kill me for learning about their secrets.”

After these heavy thoughts, he became suspicious of everyone, including Herman. The Shaman, who approached without warning from behind, scared him to death.

“We all should go to Alexander, today is the last day when he can be brought back, so the spirits told me.”

“Didn’t they tell you where to go and to search?” Nikita asked mockingly. Turning his head, he did not see anyone. “Am I talking to myself?” he thought. Then Herman came up and said:

“The Shaman is calling. We are going to look for Sasha.”

Nikita had no choice but to go along with everyone. Taking a backpack, he dragged along behind the Shaman who was riding a deer. Herman followed in the rear. They walked for a long time, about four hours, stopping for a rest only once to drink tea. Arriving at the cave in which Alexander was supposed to be, the Shaman, having examined it, said:

“His wolf skin is not here. If he destroyed it, it’s over: we won’t be able to do anything,” he said, lighting his pipe and singing a song in Tofalar language. Suddenly, he ceased signing:

“It was the she-wolf who hid the skin,” he uttered and started climbing up the slope in a swift manner that contrasted with his age. Putting his hand into a crevice, he pulled the skin into the light.

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