This story happened to my classmate’s father. He was a strong man, of high height. (Unfortunately he is dead. It is time to get the bull in the winter. For this purpose, he had a special stumb in his garden, to which he was bound to a cow, or to a bull a rope behind the horns, and with a blow of a squad on his head he rolled to the ground, after which he cut his throat. He did not want to call anyone to such activities, he always did it himself. So this time everything went according to plan, a rope was tied and a crushing blow was inflicted on the head. The bull began to fall, the rope stretched, the pillar of sight crushed and fell with the bull straight to his head. They both lost consciousness. The first thing he told me when I woke up, thank God, I first came to his consciousness.