The story took place in one of the events.
Due to the sudden darkness we had to spend the night near the village. Good near the place where we organized the night was a large pile of wood, apparently in the spring here organized a gap of everything that sailed on the river. I grind up, dragging wood to the fire, and clinging to the cover of the grave. I do not give that importance. The night. We lie in a tent. I wake up from the voices – somebody is negotiating at night and constantly cries – "Man, Man!".
I lie down listening - everyone too, someone walks on the bushes and occasionally gives a call "Man!".

I don’t want to get up and get out of the tent, but after the phrase “Man, look, what’s hard for you?” I resolve and quietly look out of the tent. Apparently they don’t see me, because there’s continuing crawling on the bushes and screaming "Man!... You are a man!"
I get out of the tent, I get up to the fire (so that I can be seen). Absolutely no changes all too someone walks on the bushes and calls the man to look. I lie down so I don’t understand what’s going on.
After a while, everything came to its place because the man still answered. His answer consisted of the extensive "Mou". The happy people took the bull home. Everything stopped, except my laughter.