to the cook turned, sleigh, calm down, oh, the whole village is calling me like that, sanyok, sanyok, how can i leave all this, we’ll leave, it’s boring for me here, i can’t, okay , well, let’s leave, but the village , and without us, what will happen to her? okay, sasha, stepan andreevich, at least tell her, i’ve been there, but she doesn’t love you, sanyok, she doesn’t respect your words, but they there’s only one fire, she’s broken your life and wants to break mine, and then she herself will come like that to fall asleep. in a plate, and there is no love in it, there is no real love, she feels sorry for the village, others have left and don’t even remember, they live for themselves and live, selfish, again she alone decides for everyone, the house is ours. the whole world put it up when my mother and i first entered it, the shavings rustled under our feet, golden, warm, smelled of resin, when the whole world sat down at the table, my grandfather picked me up and said, he was building a house for her. for my granddaughter to live here happily, so that she remembers me, her grandfath