Our salvation is in the soil, the only thing it depends on is the potatoes.” Grandpa was a wise man. In the evening, our neighbor came by. I brought up Stalin. Our neighbor: “He was a good man, but he lived too long.” My grandfather: “And I outlived that bastard.” And there I was, still walking around with my little radio. Trembling with excitement. The worst part of the day was when the deputies would take their lunch break. The action stopped.
