"So that's the story," I began brazenly. There was once a leader in the world. And he was all black, and all hardy, but so lonely that even a howl. And something tells me that he even howled sometimes at night when he saw, for example, his eldest son, who found a woman that made him stronger, or saw an even older son returning ... also by the way with a woman. And at that moment the very hardy, but terribly lonely leader realized that he was a rare i***t, and was too fond of admiring the faces of men to whom he returned their used women.
In general, I haven’t reached the very climax of the story yet, and therefore I didn’t even understand why Arakhandar was so furious, but a wave of his hand, and both creatures took off, in a single impulse it seems to devour either me or the child ... or
