yes, yes, yes, i took it as a joke, remember paradise, you are countess sachkovskaya, i i say, yes, kirillich, countess, you see, i say, his hands are covered in manure, knee-deep in mud, the countess is digging in the beds. and then years passed and somehow his daughter showed me a document confirming that yes, count sachkovsky, this is our direct relative, great-great, some kind of great-grandfather, who had a letter, it was written to him that he was a countess, so now i have now become countess sachkovskaya. you know, when i went to egypt for the first time about 10 years ago and had my first excursion around hurghada, and when we got on the bus, there were various russians there, mostly, my age was like this: i understand now, why do the cranes fly wildly into the fields? because there is no such beauty anywhere that you wouldn’t go, look how beautiful it is, and i was drawn here, years passed and i returned here. a completely different person adults, with a different direction, with other thoughts, with other ideas, and now the problem is who should go to the city, either me or my hus