XXX: In the clay I went to hell in the first class in the collage. We washed up a chicken, a bag of apples and three loaves of bread.

XXX: None of the first-class students had the skills of killing the chicken. We decided to cook it in the clay alive. They bound their legs and soaked with clay, plunged into coal. The rope burned and the chicken fled. We baked bread and ate apples.