The Danya family's house was built of pine wood, had a small boiler that burned natural gas, and radiators were installed in each room. It's cold outside at night, but it's warm inside, so just wear a half-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. In Danya's clean and comfortable room, smelling the scent of pine wood on the four walls of the room, I slept very soundly, and I was woken up by Danya. Yesterday I took a sauna and drank a lot of brandy in the evening, perhaps with the relaxing scent of pine, this morning I felt unusually relaxed and lazy, I leaned on the head of the bed and refused to get up, listening to the beautiful music playing on the radio in the living room, looking out the window at the slowly flowing river and the golden birch forest by the river, quietly enjoying this rare quiet time. Tanya brought me a glass of hot milk and told me that it was freshly milked, and when she saw me lazy, she brought the milk to my mouth, fed me with her own hands, and then helped me wipe the milk from the corner of my mouth, and drank the fresh and delicious milk, and I stretched. Tanya put my head in her arms and laughed that I was like a lazy cat, and I said, "After so many days in Russia, I slept the most soundly last night." Tanya, you're so comfortable at home. Tanya smiled and said, "Then you don't want to go, stay here." I said, "Well, I'll stay and grow potatoes with you, and I'll have fresh milk to drink, and Pannya washing, I don't want to go." ”

After breakfast, Lyuba and Vasily went to work in the bakery, and before leaving, Vasily said that in the evening he would take us back to Novosibirsk. After a while of tea with Grandma Tanya, Tanya said she was going to take me out for a walk. I didn't pay attention to the view of the town in the car when I came, and after washing Bannia yesterday afternoon, Tanya had been chatting with her grandmother, and I just walked around the yard and fed the cows, and didn't go out. Only after dinner did I go to the club with Tanya to dance, and in the dark rumbling night of last night, I dimly saw some sparse wooden houses on the side of the road, and felt that the road under my feet was potholed. At the entrance of the club, there is a small square in front of you, there is a statue of Lenin on the square, and there is a golden-domed church not far from the square.

Walking out of the yard of Danya's house, we saw three or four old men fishing by the small river not far away, and we walked over it. The old men saw us and greeted Tanya affectionately. When Tanya introduced me to the Chinese doctor, they shook my hand warmly, and an old man took out a bottle and a glass from his bag on the floor, poured half a glass into the glass, and said, "Pengchka, come a hundred milliliters." I took the glass, and the smell of stench went straight to my nose, and I looked at Tanya, who told me that it was Sama, and when I didn't understand, she explained that Sama was a homemade shochu made with white sugar. Several old men said to me together, "Drink, drink, for the sake of dear Danya Chika, Sama is a good thing in our country." I drank it with a frown, and with a hot heartburn, the old man took out a canned bottle with a pickled cucumber, and I opened the cap and ate a pickled cucumber and felt better. I thought that these Russians are really good wine, and they can't buy Mt. Te Ka can actually make their own wine from sugar. After watching the old men fishing for a while, the fish in this small river were easy to catch, and after a while, these old men caught fish, and I was eager to try, so I asked the old man who gave me wine to drink the fishing rod, and the fish were hooked not long after the hook was thrown, and Tanya was more excited and nervous than me when she saw it on the side.

Leave the old men fishing, let's head into town. Tanya told me that these three or four old fishermen were pretty good and didn't drink heavily, and that most of the old men in town were drunkards. There were very few young people in the town, and the young people went to Novosibirsk to find work, and most of the men who stayed behind were alcoholics, and there were many female drunkards in the town. I asked Tanya, what do these drunkards do for a living? Tanya said that these drunkards grow potatoes and onions in their fields in the spring, occasionally help people do odd jobs, and after the autumn harvest, these drunkards sell most of the harvest in the fields and buy sugar, and then make sama at home and drink it.

On both sides of the road are wooden houses, brick houses are rare, each house has a courtyard, some houses are dilapidated, it looks like they will collapse at any time, some houses are covered with cobwebs, and it feels like they are empty. Tanya said that almost all of the drunkards lived in the dilapidated houses, and that the owners of the empty houses had already left. The roads were potholed, clouds of dust were kicked up when cars passed, and the occasional cars passing by were mostly dilapidated Ladas, many of which looked older than me.

Passing by a dilapidated house that was about to collapse, there was an old lady about sixty years old in tattered cotton clothes sitting at the gate of the courtyard. As soon as she saw us, the old lady shouted Denya's name loudly, and Danya walked over and responded, "Hello Aunt Liuda! I also said hello to the old lady, who looked at me and asked Tanya, "Danya Chika, who is this?" Danya said, "This is Peng, a Chinese doctor who knows acupuncture. When the old lady heard this, she immediately said to me, "Hello, doctor! Can you help me save my son? I glanced at Tanya with an inquiring eye, and Danya said, "Aunt Liuda's son is a very heavy drinker and doesn't do anything but drink all day. I shook my head at the old lady, who sighed in disappointment and said, "God, who can help me, poor old lady?" My Nawowo will soon be drunk to death like his father. At this time, a thin middle-aged man wrapped in a tattered cotton jacket staggered out of the yard, and when he saw us, the middle-aged man said to Danya, "Isn't this Danya?" Hello Tanya! Kind beauty, can you give me some money and ask me to buy a glass of wine. The old lady reprimanded the middle-aged man: "Wowo (Valroga's nickname), don't be ashamed, okay." Seeing that Tanya didn't pay attention to him, the middle-aged man stretched out a trembling hand to shake hands with me, I reluctantly shook hands with him, and the middle-aged man asked me: "Hello! Young man, are you Tanya's boyfriend? I said hello to him, and the old lady said, "This is Peng, a Chinese doctor, Tanya's boyfriend." The middle-aged man held out his hand to me and said, "The kind Chinese doctor will pay for a glass of wine." "Seeing his hands shaking, I knew that this was a typical alcoholic who was hopelessly addicted to alcohol. Afraid that he would be entangled, I took out a thousand roubles and handed it to him, and after the drunkard took the money, he stretched out another index finger and gestured to me, and said, "Give another thousand roubles to the good Samaritan, two thousand roubles is enough for a cup of Sama." I took out another thousand roubles and handed it to him, and the drunkard took the money and went excitedly to the town, despite the old lady's obstruction, and the old lady began to weep sadly. Tanya whispered to me that the old lady's husband died early because of alcoholism, and that she had become an alcoholic with this one son, and that everything that could be sold at home had been sold for money by her alcoholic son, and that the son's wife and child had already left, and now she was relying on the old lady's meager pension and planting some potatoes to support herself and her alcoholic son. When I heard this, I felt very sorry for the poor old lady, and took out 50,000 roubles from her body and asked Danya to give it to the old lady, and the old lady took the money, and did not stop drawing a cross on her chest, and at the same time said in her mouth: "Good Samaritan, may God bless you!" ”

We continued our walk towards the town and saw in the distance the golden dome of the church in front of us glistening in the sunlight. I thought to myself that the road was rotten like this, and the church was built so magnificently, I really couldn't understand it, so I pointed to the church and asked Denya, "Denya, was the church built at the expense of the government?" Tanya replied: "Wherever the government has money to build churches, they donate money to build them, and no matter what happens in our family here, everyone goes to the church to pray." I asked, "What if I'm sick?" "We have very poor medical conditions here, the hospital in the town basically has no medicines, and you need to buy your own medicine to see a doctor, and the doctors are running out if the hospital can't pay their salaries." It was too far to go to Novosibirsk to see a doctor, and when I had a cold and fever, I went to Septia, and many people went to church to pray when they had a minor illness. "It seems that after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the Russian people, who have lost their faith and live an extremely difficult life, have put their hopes and spiritual sustenance on God.

We walked all the way to Danya's parents' bakery, and all we saw were weedy land, dilapidated houses and streets lined with weeds, some of which still had Soviet-era slogans and paintings on their walls. The town government building on the edge of the square is also in disrepair and dilapidated, and the only tall and beautiful building in the whole town is the church.