o beauty the island Gont in autumn! Golden and green forests downed to the coast, and it seems, all island under multicolored hat. Blowed the cool autumn wind, when you ascenting to the mountain. You coming the last turning of road, and reached the small lawn, on the another side which you'll see the small hut of Master Ogion. You crossed the lawn, come to the the door, and knocked several times.
"Master Ogion! Are you here?"
But there's no answer.
Then you decided waiting the Wizard, and, make small supper, resting.
The twilight falls to the earth, but the Wizard still absent. Already so later for returning at home, and, in case so coldy september night, you decided pass the night in to the Ogion's hut.
You entering and fireing some candles, standing on the table. Oh, what that?
You'll see the ancient big book, lies on the table. Blowed some dust from her, you beginning to read it.
But in the deep shadows in the corner of room you see strange movement...

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