hello grigory matveyevich with the arrival.sa has forgotten how to tea, as with a peasant, they manage. i forgot how. okay, foreman, let's go. what are you for the bears try to think it will freeze at night? okay, he sees. yes, i also want to dump another one. well, well, go ahead, i lead all sorts of people in my lifetime, but you ilyukh don’t count such hard workers, there are no more. that is how we live. some listen to music in the warmth, while others do the last jogging to this music. and these it seems that we, the lumberjack , are felling one forest aliya 3 km between us, and life is different. last year, when podrezov came to our site, he raised this question point-blank. why is that? nothing else under it. well what did he answer you? how much do you require? do you have a collective farm? what do you want from collective farms? where will the collective farm get it from? that the castle never knew in secret that it would throw it out, that it was flooding its own peasant there, that's the bet. and then home, so he ca