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It had passed over midnight, almost all the inhabitants of Gurrisaray village were already sleeping when the truck appeared on the scene. That was Qlich-palvan with his disciples coming back from the Sunnat-toy . The lorry entered the village, stopped now hither now thither, driving all the wrestlers home. The last home it had parked by was Qlich-palvan’s house. Having driven through the open gates made out of willow twigs, the truck stopped at the cattle-shed. The shatters of rear of its wooden blocks creakily were opened and the board, lumbering, reclined down.