Peter (№ 380522)

Ha, what a fool you are, for the pants holding up?
- Came to the Lord on pravezh. Waiting for when you come...
- The mun, or what?
- The favor is.
- Well then, wait. All waiting for?
- Wait...
- What a fool. By Imperial decree ordered with nobleman fifty souls slaves to the soldiers, corned beef, ten barrels, but wine, Yes fat, Yes salt, Yes it says it all. You go to the Transfiguration in the Dragoons. Eleven roubles a year to feed and wine a portion.
- Oh!
- Here and well!