When I was young, I worked as a tokar, and we were arranged in the shop of a guy, a little younger than me. And when we went after the shower, all the robots squeezed a little from his scars. They started from the tip of the fingers of the right leg and ended at the right ankle, a special treach was in the area of the abdomen, on the right side, as if in the tank burned, as in the movies show. After work, all to the barbecue, to the beer, there and there, well, and this guy does not break away from the group. Everyone, of course, is interested in asking, but somehow uncomfortable, so we drink in silence, smoke, wait for jokes. And here he himself, told me, where do these scars come from? I see that everyone is interested. Further from his words. I studied in the trail for a tractor driver, and in the third year I was sent to a local collegiate farm to practice. The colloquial was modernized, modern tractors were purchased and an accessory to them. I went to clean the potatoes. The tractor John Deer, and a healthy combo attached to it, runs on the bars, gathers potatoes, boots in one direction, land back on the grass, clean potatoes in the bunker. The bottva was separated from the potatoes and passed through two opposite rotating screws. And whether some technology was disrupted, or the combination was incorrectly configured, they were constantly stuck. Here is the tractorist and sent me up the combine, pushing the boat into the slides. He gave me a stick of 2 meters, and if, fucking, it fell, at least once stuck, you will scratch the shit!!! And as a preaching, I put a fist at my squeezing nose, which blocked my sight... Well, I stumbled up with a wild cane, and we mocked. Botwa immediately started to get stuck, I infused the sticks 3 times, and it was safely eaten by the combine, snacking everything with the same bottle. And here, in fear of the future, I hadn’t come up with anything better than pushing this green mass with my foot. It was delayed instantly, it was not painful, it was mouthwashed so that the tractorist in the cabin heard it immediately. I was removed for two hours from the sink, there was no pain, an ambulance arrived, the anesthesia was wild, I felt nothing. When removed, placed on the legs, the right leg was placed on the back of the body in the area of the abdomen, the tissue on the stomach and told the left hand to press, or the intestines will fall out. They said that I would stay without a leg, my bones were very broken. The surgeon swallowed, the skin was transplanted where it was missing, the chief traumatologist, grandfather old, said to save the leg, and saved. He himself did the operation to install the apparatus of Ilizarov, he was held by two people under his hands, and he did... This is the story.