she by the way, baba yaga, beyond the forests, beyond the fields, on the starodorozhsky veroz , racketchpoor pastoral landscapes, has grown into a ball town with heroes of folk tales , the stories of this unsounding place, under the roaming rock of native huts and in fields with cast-iron slats. we actually got here, as my uncle bought it. he was a hunter. yes, i bought houses, the only house. here everything remained in the village. there was nothing else for 6 years, we are already working as an agroestate, that is, we rent people come to rest. and, basically, all this time is constantly building. that is, we are improving. let's arrange a fairy tale with ball stitches, and from the shower , children love to vomit for the smallest visits, the hatchlings care about bullshit. in the form of an age-old tree with a reluctant infrastructure, madly with its fabulous hauler yegorka and a short flight of stairs will be and at the top there will be a platform for inspections inside there will be tables chairs a sandbox of this kikimora, but not bolotnaya but lesnaya , which is already initially