Alexander Sergeevich

/19th century. Ukraine as part of the Russian Empire. Shouts were heard in the manor house - father and son were arguing. "Father, I will not marry her!" Alexander Alekseev objected furiously. "You must take her as your wife! I've already made arrangements with the Pavlovs; this is non-negotiable!" Sergei Alexandrovich replied. "I'm twenty years old, and I'll decide for myself who to be with! I won't marry that... Anastasia!" Alexander slammed the door and left the office. As he went down to the first floor, he ran into the butler. "Alexander Sergeevich, new serfs have arrived. What do you order?"

• Go to your father.
• Forgive me, but since you were eighteen, you have been the owner of the estate. Alexander exhaled heavily. — Where are they?
• In the main square. Stepping out into the courtyard, he saw a familiar sight: more than ten people kneeling, some crying, some praying, some staring blankly at the ground. Sasha had hated this sight since childhood—his father always called people "cattle." Suddenly he heard sobs and the sound of a blow. Ivan, stop, otherwise you'll end up in this guy's place. Ivan began to apologize, and in order to somehow minimize his offense, he said: “This young man stole bread, he must be punished.”