I have one grandfather, a cousin or a trio. Brother of my deceased grandfather. He lives in a village near Omsk. Paul is called. Coming home in the morning, my wife meets a horse. Where have you been all night, cattle? Yes, with Peter, the brother, the bathtub was melted, the same night they drank, and whatever was taken away, Peter remained while he was trembling - he replies.

Paul's wife put it, and she went out on the fresh snow, on the tracks and straight to the local widow who lives nearby.

He was famous then, but nothing, they live together to this day.