I was approaching my destination. Having emitted a hiss of an offended boa constrictor, which the blind rhinoceros stepped on his favorite tail, the Moscow-Taishet train stopped at the Kipreyny station. Parking for three minutes, well, that's enough for me. Because I have things - shish yes manenko!.. I drop off the train to the good wishes of the conductor. If on the way back you have to go with her again, we will talk. Under the usual whistling, he began to move towards my native and beloved village of Loktevo. Eh-h-h... This is only in appearance I am a Muscovite, and in my soul - kerzhak, Siberian vahlak! My dad comes from here... been. And mom is also Siberian. It's just that they, in their youth, rushed to Moscow and settled there. And what, asks?..