Already blooming currant bushes, even strawberry beds, oak leaves on an apple tree planted last year were clearly visible from a height... - What oak? Ohreneli? - muttering curses, Kolya rushed for a shovel. Okay, at least the neighbors do not see. Sleep more. That would laugh at the new Michurin. Holding the top of the village with one hand, he hit the root like a sword. It rumbled so that he laid his ears. - Bomb! I stayed with the war, - I only managed to think. The shovel failed, as if someone pulled it from below, and Nikolai, without opening his hands, began to fall. And suddenly again the rumble, ringing in the ears, and everything was closed by a bright flash...