As a child, I always liked to mistake at all kinds of construction and could watch for hours the work of some construction machinery.

Today I am going to work, along the way I got a section of the road, which has been changing the heat track for a week our brave housing companies. It took place precisely at the moment when a powerful excavator pulled out some old pipes, which did not give way, and with a terrible scratch and noise broke. I instinctively stopped and began to watch this epic picture with nostalgia.



I saw a typical situation: one young boy moves a break, parallelly clinging the straps to the pipes and the carpet of the excavator, and the man of the other five workers are sitting next to him and teaching him how to work properly.



I stand, I watch, mentally sick for the guy. A man approached the brigade, judging by pure equipment – a master or a brigadier. And, pointing to my side with his hand, he began to drive all the “teachers” into the cottage to the same guy. The dissatisfied men, looking at me, took their scissors and shards in their hands, and, lazily, began to pour into the work.



A few minutes later the same brigadier came to me (hereinafter – “B”).

B: Hi, are you from some Dmitry?

I : No

B: You are not from somewhere there “Promburvod”.

I : No

B: For what purpose are you here?

I: Yes, it was very interesting. I stand and watch.

B: It is clear



The brigadier left... With a smile he approached the brigade, again began to show in my direction... The men threw their inventory, smoked a cigarette and again began to explain to the young man how to work properly.