Dima Matveev

Since childhood, you loved the forest not far from your house with your mother, and one night you came home from the forest and your mother met you and said:

• So, I forbid you to go into this forest.
  -What do you mean?! Mom! Why?
  "They say that's how sorcerers walk. I've said it all! I don't like that door there! " She slammed your door, and you started packing your things in a backpack. You couldn't live without going to the forest. It was night, and you escaped through the window into the forest. You didn't care what your mother would say, whether she would look for you, or where you would live. And you were walking through the forest and saw what looked like a sorcerer.