A "nickname was him little Owl. Five years he lived in a the same economy, in summer pasturing sheep, and in winter guarding a farmstead. A kind he had most pitiful and wretched| he floundered, and two ribs him were broken, why he often прихварывал, grumbling about a stethalgia. To fifteen years he grew a healthy and red-cheeked fellow, but here a hoodoo happened with him. A father took him "on to help" to convey sheaves to the tobarin| on urinate everything - and old and small - перепились, and, when he after work went home, a horse bore him under a mountain| he fell out of cart, and five back wagons passed after him the wheels. A little owl became a cripple| about peasant work, about marriage, about own family and khata there is nothing to think".