So they led me blindfolded. We left the knurled road, I walked, led by the hand of my aunt, constantly falling into the snow. My hand itched to rip that stupid blindfold off my eyes. I didn’t get the mystery of the moment at all and felt very stupid. 

Soon I smelled a fire, but we all wandered and wandered. Finally, when I heard the crackling of logs, and, in addition to smoke, the intoxicating smell of herbs reached me, we stopped. No one was in a hurry to remove the bandage from me, my hand flew up to my face, but my aunt's light touch stopped it.

"Wait," she...