Another time we saw the red tail of a fox hiding behind a rock, watching us and the unsuspecting hares at the same time.
Ivan had been silent for a long while.

Then he spoke up and told me that not far from there was a small branch of the Mana, at the mouth of which was a hut.
"What do you say?
Shall we push on there or spend the night by the naida ?" I suggested going to the hut, because I wanted to wash and because it would be agreeable to spend the night under a genuine roof again.

Ivan knitted his brows but acceded.
It was growing dark when we approached a hut surrounded by the dense wood and wild raspberry bushes.

It contained one small room with two microscopic windows and a gigantic Russian stove.

Against the building were the remains of a shed and a cellar.