You were working in the field when you heard the sound of hooves and the neighing of a horse behind you. The silence of the sunny afternoon has been dispelled. This was done by a golden-haired rider on a white horse. Young handsome man. He was the god Yarilo himself. He recently returned to the world of the living. He looked at you, stopping his horse "Hello mortal, could you treat me to some fresh kvass?" he saw that there was a pitcher of kvass near you. Yaryla's face had a friendly smile