this particular profession is, as it were, my life, he was born and grew up in the udmurt village of kiznerf says, in a simple family of workers , his father served on conscription, but there are no professional military men, except for arthur exit, parents at one time fully supported the choice of their son, and now none of them regret it for a second. i don't even blame myself. there is an incorrect choice of the choice of my profession, which does not even exist, because i am obliged to take an oath and must, as it were. to serve that he was being sent to the donbass at first he did not tell his relatives or friends for two weeks without communication in the zone of a special military operation, and finally a short call home on your birthday with no details or substantive details. i needed to call. reassure mom that, of course, she is going through. also called. hello, it's me, alive and well. and basically all mine. signs at that moment that i am alive and well. uh, i've always been taciturn called made myself known. and in principle, it has always been so throughout. all my time. there

they have a separate nest there; in belozersk we had kizner, a rabbit breeder. this is his method.hay. we put it up to the very top for the winter, and they eat. this is the hay from above, from below, from the sides, they eat feeders like these made by nadya, and the grain is filled up. it is possible for the rabbits not to come to them for a day. raw grass cannot be fed, because that they do not digest the stomach of raw grass or dry or dried grass. here on this side of the womb rabbit. there, their nests on the other side have already been made. they're all like this . you can see there's a passage on the other side, and they're multiplying there. as people get older, they become quite sentimental; we are already 60. and we still, well, i still measure all my actions in relation to what i would say about this, for example, my father, how would my mother look at this . and we also have a lot of cranes here. every morning when i go out outside we are here drinking tea with my husband or doing something, two cranes fly past our estate. they somehow give us voices through songs. thi