here without mushtuks, it was very dangerous, well, here we are driving through my home village called radostnogoi have lived here all my life, here everything is familiar to me, everything is dear, i know all the people, once upon a time people walked through this swamp, walked, walked, there was no hill, somewhere there were small hills, but that was not enough, then we came to this hill, which was large, and then we saw that somewhere we could stop, build houses, a forest nearby. well, it turned out like joy from this word joy, well, that’s what they say, they called it joy, the families were very large, eight, 10, 12 people, there were even families of 14, well, most of them were engaged in cattle breeding, there was nothing else here at that time, there was a village here, of course, there were houses, now there are people... and it was in the swamp, in everyone had their own allotment, each island , each island was named where these people lived, there, for example, radibugs, marchuks, kupchuks, zenkovs, this was the kind of people, so, well, they were also engaged in cattle breeding there,