perovsky thought it was a good idea.at is, they cannot make so much grain on their plows, but they buy from us, and we make it on plows, so it’s interesting, how do you like the logic, so if he says, we “we’ll sit down with them,” this old man says, where will we buy bread then, pay attention, the corral writes further in his story, pirovsky didn’t find a witty answer, because well, this is brilliant, his zanial and pirovsky when he arrived, and his officials are standing next to him his. yeah, they're listening, they're watching, they're listening to it, look, they brought this joke to st. petersburg, and it spread, everyone began to laugh at count perovsky and then he, realizing that he had become a laughing stock, forbade shcott to introduce british plows. and liskov - telling this story, then gives an even more terrible one, he says: shkot built stone houses for these peasants, they lived in huts where there was no chimney, they walked, walked, they say, our grandfathers did not live in stone, and we won't, the stone

attention, litskov further writes in his story as a corral, perovsky did not find a witty answer, becausehen he arrived, and his officials from his administration are standing next to him, they listen, they watch, they listen, they watch , they brought this joke to st. petersburg and it went viral, everyone started laughing at count pirovsky and then he, realizing that he had become a laughing stock, forbade shcott to introduce british plows, and liskov forbade the story. shkot built stone houses for these peasants, they lived in huts where there was no chimney, they walked and walked, they say, our grandfathers didn’t live in stone, and we won’t, stone doesn’t breathe, yeah, wood breathes, i see, yes , remained in their tree, and as liskov writes, he writes very rudely, harshly, that they used the stone houses to go there before the wind, as outhouses, he says, the village stank. scary, he is always looking for an object for a critical attack in all camps, he says: this is what you have, yes, this is wrong with you, this is wrong with you, here they are, the main thing for him is that th

schcott went to count perovsky, he was such a lev pirovsky, he was the minister of appanages, as fard the minister of internal affairs, he knew him, came to him, said: here is mr. count, we came up with such a thing there, he went to look and said, great, indeed, everything, i forbid sakha, and he, how to say, did not own, but administered all the appanage peasants of russia, the ministry of appanages is the ministry that dealt with the affairs of the family. no, he says, well, whatever you say, say, like it, will like it, he says: no, no, tell me your opinion, the count tells him, so, and he says, and my opinion is, where did they come from, here says, well, from england, he says, from the germans, therefore, i ’m quoting verbatim, from the germans, therefore, he says, well, that means, from the germans, then this the old man says, he’s a christian, that means from where they buy bread from us, that is, they can’t make so much bread on their plows, but they buy from us, and we make it on plows, so that’s interesting, what do you think of the logic? so if he says, we’ll change to the

cities and went north to the pomors , to the shores of the white sea, or to the smolensk forests, to the perovskyine quest, i collected folk songs and sang in choirs, took... where old men and old women gathered strictly, they sat down on benches and brought glasses of sweet wine, they drank and began to sing, at first quietly, dimly, and then louder, more harmoniously, brighter, and the hut suddenly became dirty, became golden, and you and the choir rose up, somewhere high, above the roof, above the clouds. filled with light and beauty, whoever has not sung in folk choirs has never experienced this amazing bliss, under the kargopol, moving through pine forests and lakes, i reached kish mountain, from where, as i was told, seven lakes are visible, i i approached kishgora covered with a thunderstorm, a downpour, a hurricane; on the top of the mountain stood a destroyed, sagging wooden church, i climbed. russian toys, horses, easter eggs, wood carved into amazing products, all these moths and horses were covered with amazing flowers, grown in the gardens of the heavenly russian paradise. then, in m