Barry comes to his estate. The next day he goes with the governor and inspects his possessions. They go on a path that suddenly sits in a stream. and Barin:
"Listen, Prochor, until my next arrival in the estate, make it so that we can cross this river of drought - make a bridge or a plaque of ordinary throw, or a pleasant walk is ruined.
For a week, the barin in this estate stumbled and left. A year later, he comes again, again with the manager, they walk around, they approach the stream, and there is nothing. Barin breathes and silently enters the driver’s ear. He falls, and Barry silently leaves. The next day the barin went hunting, approaching the stream in mud boots, and there the bridge is painted. Calls to the Governor:
Listen to Prochor. How, a year could not throw the board, and then overnight did what some could not do in a year?
There was no hard team, Barry.