Tugar Wolf could not contain her rich, lush golden-yellow hair. A strong bow and a quiver of arrows hung over her shoulders, and behind them lay his father! What to do, the old father, gloomy, does not know how to sparkle with his eyes or sigh, but - without taking him off his head. - You be well, boyar, do not say this! We are not making amends for our offense, but - I liked the people here... - Oh, sure.