On the left bank of the Ural river, a slope-directed drilling machine struck the ground, and a ducker was cooked on the right. All this together was called the construction of the underwater passage of the main pipeline and was carried out on one of our sites for a couple of months, when the work came to a pre-holiday break.

The brigades of the right and left shore travelled around the houses, the last was sent by the management of the site - the chief and two masters. Standing on the left bank, they watched the last guard with the welders depart from the right – forty kilometers along the river, exit from the ground gun to the asphalt, straight to the bridge, a couple of hundred kilometers to the base. Not far from the temporarily empty wagons of the right-shore ran a village herd. Several dozen varied-fat cows mixed with sheep and goats.

- The bar would buy, - dreamingly said the head of the site, - the shurp, shale, soccer, ear on the oak bouillon to be swallowed. A box of vodka in the refrigerator.

– Oh! The thought, the first master rejoiced and cried out, easily covering with a command voice a hundred meters of shrinking water, and three hundred flooded meadows, - oh shepherd, sell the lamb!

by Cho? Interested in the shore.
Sold it out, ch! He will shock me.
Five thousand people! The shepherd was delighted.
Five thousand – a dozen! You can’t keep an old master, he can trade even across the river.
Three for one!
and two!
No, there are three!
Five hundred rubles.
You offered two thousand?
Are you five and what?

We negotiated for half, all the fish in the river was a witness.

One and a half? The chief asked, although he heard everything along with the fish and the beast five kilometers away from the Ural forest. Half is good. Only you, Nikolai Mikhalych, are now eighty kilometers behind the lamb and so much to go back. Forty to the bridge on our side, forty on them. and then back.

“Daaah,” said the first master, “he is a bear, beautiful and close, I can see his reflection in his eyes, but in fact he is eighty kilometers away. Everything in the world is relative, his mother Lobachevsky in non-Euklid geometry.

- So the boat is rubber, - remembered the second master, you can fuse. She is single.

“Right,” the head of the site thought, “you’re in a boat there, and from there you’ll put the baron on a veil, and you’ll walk eighty kilometers. It will be twice as good as just going away. I wonder, is this bear able to grasp?

- And we told you, - enter again first, - it was necessary to ask the chief engineer for a cage for the site. It would not be floated for a long time.

I asked, and he said to me, “You have not yet calculated for the drowned one,” he says, “give Cruiser Aurora, so you let him and all the crew and three nearby villages go to the bottom.”

“Why with three,” the second smiled cleverly, because he had already come up with a plan, “why with three at once?” I will not swim behind the baron. We stretch the wire through the river and use the boat as a ferry on it. Empty there, with the baron back.

You hear, the shepherd! He cried out, don’t go anywhere. We are now...

How do we turn the thread? Interested in men.

The trous? The thread is simple...

One hour later there was a test shot. From two piles of the support wall and several Kamazov chambers was made a rogat. It was stretched by a Hitachi excavator of three hundred sizes.

The day! The granite stone, launched by a powerful rubber, removed the car’s antenna on the opposite shore and escaped into the forest.

The flight! - appreciated the success of the boss, - yet this antenna caught nothing here. Stretch a third less.

A rope was attached to the next stone. The skier on the trip crashed on the metal side of the wagon, scared the shepherd, but pulled the rope. A thin steel cord was pulled out with a rope, after half an hour the rubber-ferry crossing was ready and the first master went to the right shore, taking the rope with his hands. A traction rope was attached to the boat, and the boat itself was grabbed by a loop to the rope, so the lamb refused to graze, as much as they did. But he calmly entered the boat and sailed into the unknown.

"It was necessary to tie the lamb," the second master said loudly, pulling the boat to the middle of the river.

"Anna, anna, anna," replied the echo of the mountain forest, and the lamb, frightened by a loud voice, jumped out of the boat and sailed.

“Bundled, flooded,” answered the first, and they all ran along the shores for a floating animal. Five kilometers later, the cattle came to the desired shore. The bear was caught despite the fact that he bitten the second master.

"You know," said the next evening the head of the department, drinking the fragrance of the lamb with ice vodka, "you could not stretch the wire. I here counted on the leisure, if a lamb should just be thrown into the river from the right bank, it should still be carried on the left. The river is turning.

“You are a man of head, Petrovich,” his masters supported him, “therefore the boss. Next time I’ll buy a pig. Do you know pigs bite?

“They bite,” Petrovich smiled, “the wolf can even bite. I still think that if reasoning well, the rope had to be tightened. Only not to bring the lamb, but to take the vodka and go to the whole herd at once.