I didn't see any lights," Memidik said. "But its eyes were bright as lamps." Shirtless grabbed Memidik by the neck. "All right, lead the way, you wretched lad," he said. "It' always you who are at the bottom of every piece of nonsense that's spread abroad. Remember the Green Hodja's old rifle suddenly sprouting forth leaves and flowers too?Go on! Walk."And he
forged ahead with long
strides,one hand grasping the boy by the neck , just as though he were a rabbit .
The others left their work and followed. Sefer
the Muhtar ,who had been standing a little apart,his head bent in thought,looked up curiously and followed too.