“...The fox nodded and walked around, examining the equipment. Wow, what a colossus! Each time the complex mechanism delighted the guy. The details fit one another so tightly and precisely that one could only wonder how people were able to come up with and connect it all together. The combine seemed to the Fox to be a living creature, sick with some strange ailments of its own. And his task, Fox, is to find these sores and heal them. And the Fox stroked and calmed the car, like a living creature, whispered kind words to it, looked for a sore spot. The guy examined the riser, checked the operation of the nodules, the winding, the skewer, and for some reason Micah was still hanging around nearby. “What?” – in the end, the Fox couldn’t stand it. Treating a capricious mechanism required concentration, and Uncle Micah distracted him with his sighs and prevented him from catching the breakdown...”