The Comrade sent:

We work on the cottage. In the employer, since the summer, the Tajiks have left to winter. The workers are still. But our colds are frozen. Today I give them a task: pour a pellet (looking like a stone, but a very light material) under the fireplace. Half an hour passes. I walk past the Tajiks, I see one standing thoughtfully near a pit with water and throwing there on the outskirts of ceramite and says:
“Japanese Siberia, the stone in the wade doesn’t even sink.