The small river at us, and for meadows the poisonous. And the name at it small - Wood Skvazhinka. Skvazhinkoj it is nicknamed that a whirlpool in it big: old men affected, that fishermen have measured depth by a tree so the tree has left under water, and a bottom at all has not concerned, and in a tree volume the height big was - sazhens five. The people at us to this day the tall. Meadows - the abundance, cattle happened much and harchi meat every Sunday. Only other now has gone. On meadows sweet grasses to vanish have begun, and has got different innutritious kislina, which just right to one oxen. Wood Skvazhinka every spring long water on pojme holds - in other year only by June meadows dry, and in themselves our small river beginning water is bad for accepting: a course in it are littered. There will pass a downpour - and long mokrejut meadows, and happened, at once will dry. And where hollows on meadows, there eternal bogs stand now. From them the infection also grows on all valley, and all grass regenerates. Our village on-noneshnemu is called Krasnogvardejsky, and in an ancient way Gozhevo. Veins at us one muzhik in a nickname the Oil cake, and under documents Otzhoshkin. In old years it strongly washed down. Happened - will buy a quarter state, will put on a short fur coat, a sheepskin coat, a cap, valenoks and goes to a shed. And time costs the summer.
-- Where you, the Oil cake? - The neighbour will ask.
-- To Moscow I move, - the Oil cake in full reason will tell. In a shed it got into a cart, drank a glass of vodka and then thought that has gone to Moscow. That it goes, instead of sits in a shed on a cart. The oil cake thought firmly and even talked to counter muzhiks:
-- Well, shto, Stepan? You live still? The wife, the matchmaker washing, is whole? And that, passer Stepan, as if answers the Oil cake:
-- It is whole, the Oil cake, to twins has given birth. To a release is not present from children.
-- Well anything, Stepan, give birth, try, - to air on all will suffice, - the Oil cake answered and as though went further. Having met still which, the Oil cake drank again a glass, and then fell asleep. He woke up near to Moscow. Here he met, as if, the ancient friend, besides the Jew.
-- Well as, Jacob Jakovich. All rags you buy up, with dung you are fed?
-- On malosti, the mister the Oil cake. (Then still misters were: business pre-war), on malosti. Something is not visible for a long time you, have become bored...
-- Aha, you have become bored. Well, give we will drink! And so the Oil cake - meeting, talking and drinking - reached to Moscow, not leaving from a shed. From Moscow it now came back back - business to it there was not, - and again the road to it was crossed by any acquaintances with whom he treated. When in a quarter remains on a bottom, the Oil cake finished drinking silently one and spoke:
-- Have arrived, glory to you, My God, has escaped, the Moor, - he shouted to the wife, - welcome the visitor! - also got out of a cart in which there was a fourth day. After that the Oil cake did not drink about half a year, then again "went to Moscow". Here what Oil cake at us.
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Later, in revolution, he has absolutely become staid:
-- Sureznoe, - speaks, - time has come. Went at the front the Red Army man, Lenin saw also any miracles, only not all in detail told. The Oil cake was turned back by the ceremonious muzhik.
-- Awaking, - speaks, - it is time noneshnjuju to exterminate village.
-- How so, for shto the such? Al the new order such left?
-- It samotekom is clear, - spoke ZHmyh. - Nakedness devil's. The poor creeping. SHto at us is? Straw, a wattle fence yes manure. And it is told, that poverty - illness and the disorder, instead of norm.
-- Well and shto? - Asked muzhiki. - Anyhow? You are hefty became clever... But the Oil cake had a head and began to do in the log hut the special car, stirring a woman's economy. That car should work as sand - to be turned without ostanovu and without the additive of sand which was required one bucket. It did it about half a year, and can, and it is more.
-- Well as, the Oil cake? - Muzhiks in okno. asked - the car Has begun to spin? pokazh then.
-- Leave, the tramp! - answered exhausted ZHmyh. is to you not a ploughed land - here technical business. At last the Oil cake has surrendered.
-- SHto, al sand is weak? - Neighbours asked.
-- No, in sand the big force, - spoke the Oil cake, - only mind in me does not suffice: uchen it is cheap and it is born not on medicine.
-- Here it shto... - neighbours spoke and validly looked on the Oil cake.
-- And you thought - that! - has stared at them ZHmyh. - Eh you, small proprietors!
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Then the Oil cake undertook on sochlivye meadows. And it is valid - it is time. Surplus of the people left every year our village on mines, and the cattle decreased, because forages were not. Where was sweet raznotrave - one rigid sedge has gone. The bog exhausted ours Gozhevo in a coffin. That also has touched the Oil cake. It has gone to a city, has brought therefrom the charter of meliorative association and has told to a society that it is necessary to dig ditches on a meadow, and the Most wood Skvazhinku to clean through. Muzhiks have broken, but have then founded from itself that meliorative association. Have named association "the Alpha and Omega" as it has been specified in an example at the charter. But nobody knew, that such - "the Alpha and Omega".
-- And so heavy it is necessary - derninu to dig and on a paunch to be dug, - muzhiks, - and here Alfija spoke. And it can, a word what lawful, we cannot penetrate, and in vain to answer it is necessary. There has gone again the Oil cake those words to learn. Has learnt: "the Beginning and the End" - have appeared.
-- And to that the beginning and that the end - does not know, - have told gozhevtsy, but the charter have signed and have started to dig the earth, just job was in the field changed. It is heavy there was an earth on meadows: as that earth has become, and stood nepahanaja. The oil cake ordered, but also itself was dug in the river, dragged karchu and a different shabby tree. There came time the technician, has measured a bog and has given to the Oil cake the plan. Two summers fought gozhevtsy over bogs and over Wood Skvazhinkoj. Five hundred desjatin have covered with flutes yes small river have cleaned on ten versts. And the truth, that the technician spoke, meadows osohli. There, where by swimming by a boat hardly got over, - on carts have gone - and a ground of anything to itself, held. For the third year of a meadow have ploughed. Horses izmajali completely: dernina hard, all was braided by rhizomes of grasses, in four horses odnolemeshnyj pluzhok hardly dragged. For the fourth year all hay crop from a bog have collected, and sour grasses became less. The oil cake hurried all village - and did not grow old at all neither from work, nor from time. That the advantage and interest for the person means. For the fifth year a grass timofeevkoj have sowed all valley that acid all in soil to exterminate.
-- Muder the muzhik,---spoke gozhevtsy on ZHmyha. - All Gozhevku on a forage now has put.
-- Znamo, not the toady! - the Oil cake nobly responded. Have sold gozhevtsy timofeevku - two hundred roubles desjatina has given.
-- That takes the cake. - spoke muzhiki. - Here it not kroha, and food!
-- Toadies you, - spoke ZHmyh. - Whether it is necessary to us? Whether the Soviet power wishes? It is necessary, that the magnificent food in each gut rotted.
-- And how that becomes, the Oil cake? And so kindly from the earth pret, - spoke posytevshie from marsh good gozhevtsy.
-- It is necessary to go deep into bowels, - answered ZHmyh. - There good more densely. Perhaps under us iron is al still what mineral. Awake the earth korjabat - centuries in vain pass. It is time to start a craft more strongly.
