Grandpa on a horse

In our collegiate in the 70s, in the early 80s, my grandfather worked, "with greetings", worked in the tractor brigade with a water truck on a horse. So a local fool... He was brought by relatives in the early 1970s, whether from Yisk or from Temryuk... I don’t remember exactly. Then someone from the board broke...

He also worked on horseback there at his own colloquial farm - bring the trailer... They put him to the pilots on the AN-2 - fertilizers were thrown. Then they brought them for lunch, then they had oil, then water, but they were shorter. And constantly checking them - let them ride? Well, they joked, they cracked - a fool, what will you take from him... Then one of the pilots stumbled, saying - We will go for lunch, and you will fly for now. They sit in the dining room, eat and see their plane take off and starts to spin the figures of the highest pilot on the CUCKER... then calmly sits down and this fool comes out of the plane, says - the engine is weak! Here was the headquarters - mints, the KGB - the hijacking of aircraft, etc.

He was a naval aviation pilot and a war hero. He came from the war, married, three children wife, live glad... There was a fire and the whole family..... the psychic he did not withstand... sent to the colchon for easy labor. The confidants turned and decided on the top - noise about the robbery not to raise, and it was sent to relatives.

The pilots of this "maize" then said that they can't fly this way - they were not taught that way.