“... “Ek, tell me, what kind of money is spinning on this television,” Kuzma Afanasyevich sighed, starting to roll a cigarette out of toilet paper. “You came, so you guessed right, and you get the thing.” I didn’t plow, I didn’t sow, but I reaped the harvest. Wonderful, by God, wonderful. “He was silent for a moment, blowing smoke out of himself into the stove hole, and continued: “Here, here’s how to retire, so, but then, you know... that’s the thing.” Durik hit his finger in the sky - and on? washing machine for you. Or something else. Learn all sorts of wisdom, go to these games and win. Or, let’s say, through acquaintance…”