Once upon a time there lived a man who did not believe in sorcerers. But, having heard enough stories about them, he decided to check whether this was true or not.
One night he took a table with two candles to the middle of the road and began to wait for someone to pass by.
And indeed two shadows passed by him: a werewolf bird and a werewolf devil. The latter told him a terrible story about an old man who lay down next to his grandson’s wife. It all happened like this. It was very cold, and the grandson’s wife asked the grandfather to lie down next to him to warm up. The husband returned and became furious when he saw his grandfather with his wife and beat him to death.
...Then other werewolves passed by, among them were-cats, were-rams, were-goats. They all spoke in the voices of the animals they transformed into, explaining that they needed to see their teacher. Having gathered together, they got into the cart and headed towards the village cemetery. And shortly before dawn, the werewolves began to head back to their villages.
After this incident, an unbeliever was forced to believe in the existence of sorcerers. However, they know about werewolves in all villages and they are found on all roads - just like on that very road from Mashkanu to Cholol.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru