However, the blanket of secrecy covering this part of his mysterious life was one day quite fortuitously lifted a bit.

We were already at the objective point of our trip.

The whole day we had traveled with difficulty through a thick growth of willow, approaching the shore of the big right branch of the Yenisei, the Mana.

Everywhere we saw runways packed hard by the feet of the hares living in this bush.

These small white denizens of the wood ran to and fro in front of us.