“This dream was seen by poor Makar, who drove his calves to distant, gloomy countries - the same Makar, on whom, as you know, all the bumps fall. His homeland - the remote settlement of Chalgan - was lost in the distant Yakut taiga. Makar’s fathers and grandfathers conquered a piece of frozen land from the taiga, and, although the gloomy thicket still stood around as a hostile wall, they did not lose heart. Fences ran across the cleared area, stacks and haystacks began to appear; small smoky yurts grew; Finally, like a victory banner, on a hill from the middle of the village, a bell tower shot up to the sky. Chalgan became a big settlement..."