The adventures of a fellow in revolutionary France. After a while, he felt that the terrible wind had completely disappeared. Anton raised his head, looked around and began to marvel at the surroundings. No, the river has not gone anywhere, and the terrain has practically not changed, but the farm has changed dramatically! It became much smaller and more squat, having lost the second, residential floor, as well as the entire wooden cladding, under which, it turns out, stone blocks were hidden. Gone are many extensions, a dish of satellite dish, greenhouses on the infield, and many other details until Anton realizes. He stood on his feet, leaning on a pole (they quite held him) and went to the farm. As he approached, he realized that he had downplayed the scale of the disaster: there was not even a garage and outbuildings (where farm laborers lived) and the asphalt road connecting the farm to the nearby highway disappeared somewhere!