CONCLUSION.
The cave doghouse was warm and cozy. The ogres snored at random. The soft straw mattress gently crunched when Coksuck turned from side to side. Egor, though tired for the day, still did not fall asleep at once. He lay awake and imagined his future life in Mongolia. Mongolia, Ulaanbaatar... The dream of all cannibals and bushwhackers. The only country where there are no six-meter fences and towers with machine gunners on the border. Mongolia is a dream country, a free country with unlimited opportunities. Drink water from the river if you want, graze sheep if you want. You're your own king and god. If you want to do business, be my guest, no one's going to make you pay 120% of your income tax to the chief. If you don't want to serve the chief, don't serve him, and there are no chairmen. Do what you want, even if you have a camel.
All night long Egor was galloping on his horse over the boundless steppes of Mongolia in his sleep. I was surprised - when did I learn to ride a horse? After all, I had never seen these animals even close. Warm prairies wind was twisting his mustache and shuffling in his beard.
- Get up, Coksuck," someone strong grabbed Egor by his arms and legs and pushed him off the bunk.
In his sleep Egor saw Fedka's face on the side of the bunkhouse. The candle flames flickered, reflected in the eyes of the cannibal leader.
- The locals have found out who you are. They demanded that the whole village to look at you - maybe you did something bad to someone.
The strong hand of the cave-dweller grabbed Egor by the neck and dragged him after himself. The collar squeezed his neck. Egor tried to get to his feet, shouting: "I'll walk myself!" - But the ogre would not listen and dragged the uriadnik across the embossed stone floor of the cave.
It was light outside. The whole ogre tribe gathered at the exit of the cave. Egor was dragged to the clearing, put on his feet. One by one, the ogres came up to him and peered intently into his face. Some hissed curses through their teeth, some just spat silently.
- It was him, it was him! It was he who whipped my Mitenka to death with a whip! - some hunchbacked old woman in rags, pushing her tribesmen apart, burst forward, poked her finger at Egor, and shouted even louder, - It was him, I shall never forget him!
The ragamuffin waved her hand. Egor managed to see a boulder fly in his direction, quickly approaching.
The crowd roared.
A cloud of stones soared into the air.