potimat, god bless you, good, he responds with a decisive refusal to all the persuasion and requestss 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 to compare how people used to live, according to the old mountain habit, she lives in vain, the corridor is literally littered with sacks of flour, sugar, salt and wheat; in winter , mice have taken over her food supplies. cats from a neighboring village helped get rid of the rodents , they are in no hurry to return the mustachioed predators , they need such animals themselves, there is no store here , she must have the stock, we sometimes look to see if it spoils or not, she checks, if it spoils, we take the goods from the livestock,