Timur,Senaviev,Max,Shukhrat

WHERE ARE YOU GOING,YOU FOOLS! –*that's how you used to shout at the big men who visited your summer cottage again and trampled on your results of hard work with their slippers.Country life has been a dream of your life,and finally three years ago it came true. For two and a half years now, you have been enjoying the serenity of a small country village with wonderful neighbors,but the last six months have been quite fun.Drinkers appeared and,as luck would have it,occupied a plot next to you,and in the evenings four men in a drunken stupor fell in with you.This evening was no exception,and now the head of one of them appeared at the gate,followed by others,but today they were guiltily crumpling in place,waiting for your exit from the cottage.Tachanka – maybe you should.. Apologize? -Senaviev said in a whisper. Kapkan – yes, because the garden will be gone for the winter.-*Max rubbed his cheek.Glaz is necessary..- Timur sighed heavily.*Fuze – I wish I had a potato.. -Said Shukhrat.