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The first sign of the close refuge of the forest witch was a human face. It was half buried in the ground and emerged from the soft, swampy soil with a long, crooked nose and magnificent mustaches. Kres at first took him for an ugly stone and wanted to sit right on it, but in time he noticed a huge, evil eye staring at the sky.

- And why is it so? Kres asked, looking at the buried giant.

- He was rude, probably. So they dug up uncle.

“Poor fellow… How much longer?”

No, we're almost there. Maybe at least now tell me why you go to Bolotikha?

Cres looked doubtfully at the gigantic face, but still allowed himself to sit down on the very tip of his nose. Vassa preferred to settle down on a fallen tree.

– Khalsa needs women to stop going to the swamp. And no one went. Never.

- You mean never?

- In direct.

- Are you going?

- Yeah. Remove the curse of the Swamp.

Vassa immediately haggard and turned pale. It seemed that a sudden gust of wind would blow the boy away. He sat with his eyes fixed
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