Vladimir Abramov. The milkman (№ 333543)

I want my own farm and a quiet life, not war. Our worker-peasant class in General are not fans of war.
My grandfather was a farmer who had a revolution. The grandfather recounted his father's words: "the White man Came - took away the entire harvest, they'd been whipped with whips. The white was gone, came a Red - otstegat whip and took all that had not taken a White. Returned White - took the last chicken. Back Red again given lashes and he burned the hut, because the pick was nothing."