There is a house in the forest. Ivan Semipalatinsky and Danilo Perekati-Pole live in the house. Ivan chops wood and rules the stove; Danilo for the miner. As the sun sets in winter, so crunch-crunch steps on the snow, but the branches crack. Ivan looks out the window - and rightly so: wandering at dusk between Danilo spruce trees with a bag on his back. "Well, brother Ivan, drown the stove, we will look - what God sent." - "And so, Danilushko, hot, know yourself - a fish on the bench, yes, bread shti." And then sits right on the floor, a bag in the middle, and begins to pull.