written by our classic nikolai vasilyevich gogol, here he, our modern plyushkin, is apparently alyonly love the city of kazan, i’ve been there more than once and i can’t even imagine what could be there, i’m just in shock right now, what i see , i just don’t understand why he’s collecting all this , well, to be honest, we’re all also interested in this moment, why does he need all this, he’s adequate doesn’t give an answer, no, well, wait, maybe it’s him, he just doesn’t have enough strength, now, as you said, he’s a mechanic himself. he did this, look how many cars, the car is in very good condition, maybe he will find an enthusiastic friend, separate it, roughly speaking, scrap something, like rubber, something like paper, something like plastic, well, maybe he has such an idea, it ’s a compulsive hoarding disorder, and naturally, he doesn’t do it just for the sake of trash, that is, it’s not just to collect these things, obviously there are deep reasons in his psyche why... he does this, ruslan, i’m even scared to ask what aroma emanates from these rubble, it smells, so if you hav