koshlyunov went to visit a forest dweller.honova hurries to the store to buy groceries according to the list: sausage, milk, bread, soup sets, everything you need. i was drawn into the forest, i walk , i love the silence of peace, the whole life of leonid, a hermit from the tarobotai region, now passes near this dugout, by the way, he built it with his own hands in just one summer, now it protects him from the frost of snow in winter, and from the sultry summer heat and rain, although the man calls his fortress a booth, there is a kitchen, a sleeping place, things are dried and stored food, while it’s still light, you need to have time to cut down the dead wood, the stove goes almost to the mountain to the people and for the first time asked for help , but it was too late and the man lost a finger on both hands, since then it has become more difficult to live in the forest, so now there is no need for the help of volunteers refuses, now we generally intend to insulate him, at least make the dugout warm. and of course he asks f