“It was a long time ago. In one village there lived a hunter, and he was such a fine fellow that there was no one his equal anywhere around. Beast and bird seemed to walk straight into his hands. His name was Fedot, and the nickname was Fedot, but not the one. And to be sure, strange things happened to him that don’t happen to ordinary people… Many young hunters envied him, while the old ones murmured that he was in league with unclean forces. The hunter only laughed and never tried to convince anyone otherwise. But he himself knew that his good luck was owed to his sharp eye, his ability to read tracks like a book, and his cleverness…”