After reading for a while, the Hetman paused and looked at the two little children sitting on the trunk next to him.

The scene was warm, the heat and light of the fire contrasted with the cool breeze and darkness of the night. The children with their parents watched the fire with dreamy eyes and some gossiped among themselves before returning to silence and diving into the stories that the wise leader told.

"Are you enjoying these stories? Are you tired already or want to listen a little more?" the man asked his son and his best friend, who was sitting next to his mother.

"Yes! We love them!", said both minors in unison, happy. They were beginning to squint and nod, but the question was a spark to which they responded enthusiastically.

The wind blew softly, rocking with a subtle melody to the tents, the cloth roof of the wagons, and the dancing red flare.

"Can we continue? I'm not sleepy yet",  asked the brown-haired and green-eyed boy, looking at his feathered kubanka (*), which was between his hands at the time.

"Please!", the little redhead bounded, taking her friend's toy sword, standing up in a jump, and imitating the pose of a warrior in action," We are not afraid of howling demons.

The child rose from the trunk and the children's mothers chuckled.

"As you heard in the lullaby, not only should you be brave, be kind, and standing your ground is the most important thing," replied the tribe chief with a giggle. "You know that saying..."

"Demons feed on broken hearts," said they three in unison.

The bustle of the adults and children present faded, indicating that the interval was about to end.

"Speaking of broken hearts..." said the tribe chief, passing his hand over the smooth cover of the book, to open it again, making all the present people shut up, "The following tale is one you already know very well because some of its items are a sample of how our people are related to the culture of other kingdoms far and as their traditions influence each other. In addition, it is somewhat different from the previous stories. But it also teaches us that even divine beings need help sometimes. "

"That one is my favorite!", both children exclaimed with great joy, opening their eyes wide, and sitting back on the trunk to listen attentively to the story...

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( * ) Kubanka: Cylindrical hat, usually made of leather or wool. Traditional of the Caucasus and used by peoples such as Georgians, Cossacks, Kabardians, and Circassians. There are many colors, but the most common are black, white, and brown.

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