Охотник встретил женщину-ОТШЕЛЬНИЦУ в тайге, которой было 140 лет, но она не старела

Matvey traced the print with his finger. The toes were narrow, the heel small. Not an old woman, he thought then. A young one. But what was a young woman doing alone, three days' journey from home? He followed the trail. Brown was reluctant, but Matvey called, and the dog followed, hanging back. The trail led through a spruce grove to a low mane, then to an old game trail, then to a clearing. The clearing was small, almost circular, enclosed by forest on all sides. In the center stood a small hut.