Yes, only in our villages the people are good and good and will be happy to smell on you, bless you, and kiss your hands on holidays... what, isn’t it? We had farmers here, trying to start a farm, and a sausage shop, and to strut the furniture, and to grow mushrooms... A month or two - good peasants and the farm, and the workshop will be burned... And that it would be unnecessary to get rich! Genetically rejected desire to work and build from where to come? If the grandfather remembered how the clever masters were scolded and told the grandchildren...so being a clever master is bad! And by the way, nowhere so brightly captured the image of Russian rural life as in fairy tales. Ivan the fool, who achieved complete happiness, lying on the oven - is it not the ideal and dream of generations?