the only and last resident of this village is ninety- two-year-old patimat saidova.me to grandma patimat empty-handed. we first called her relatives and found out that she has a sweet tooth, so we bring her a whole box of sweets. we found nitsa cleaning the yard; despite her advanced age, patimat was vigorously sweeping the porch. having learned about the arrival of television, the mountain woman made inquiries in the morning the house was in order, the firewood was chopped , the tablecloth was washed. potimat, god bless you, good, he responds with a decisive refusal to all the persuasion and requests of his daughters to move closer to the family, the village will not give up talking, this is tantamount to betraying the memory of their ancestors. her house is tamburg, a tiny pantry room with a stove. the only blessings of civilization in the house are electricity, and even then, until the first heavy rains, when i was little, there was no food, no clothing, many walked with deep voices, times were difficult, and you ask how i live here, this is a real sanatorium, if