crusaders

Snow. A blizzard. A village.

Late December in a Central Russian village. Low grey clouds crawl over the snow-covered roofs, and the air smells of smoke and baked bread. In the huts, the final preparations are underway for the holiday—the one that marks the boundary between the old and the new year. Everyone in every hut was already preparing for the New Year. The people had decorated their little village. It smelled of spruce and honey. Only the crusaders didn't want to celebrate. They said: "We still have business to attend to, we just want to get some sleep."
Work is in full swing in the huts: the housewives wash the windows and mirrors to "let out the old year and let in the new." The men repair harnesses and tools—it is believed that unfinished business will attract misfortune in the coming year. Children collect broken dishes: throwing them away on the eve of the holiday brings good luck. Treats are gradually appearing on the table. But still, the crusaders decided to meet and spend the New Year together. Everyone is celebrating the New Year at Ivan's.
(Who arrived: Onnun, Bertisa, Gelf, Liaf, Igomond, Iglic, Runbora, Brani, Ennon, Vair, Lorgon)