Fyodor Fomich Kuzkin, nicknamed in the village Zhivym, had to leave the collective farm. And it was not Fomich, the collective farm forwarder, who was the last person in the Prudki: he extracted bags for the farm, then the tubs, then harnesses, and carts. And Avdotya’s wife worked as tirelessly. And earned sixty-two kilos of buckwheat per year. How to live if you have five children?
Difficult life for Fomich on the collective farm began with the arrival of the new chairman Mikhail Mikhailovich Gusenkov, before that almost all district offices managed to direct: the Consumers Union, and Zagotskot, and the consumer service complex, and so on. Gusenkov Fomich disliked Gusenkov for his sharp tongue and independent character, and therefore put it on such
Fomich began his free life as a hare-hunter from a neighbor. And then the milkmaids, busy on the throat on the farm, threw themselves to him with orders. Just translated Fomich spirit – I will live without a collective farm! as Spirac Voronok came to him, an employee, but because of his relationship with the foreman Pashka Voronin, he had strength in the collective farm, and he gave an ultimatum to Fomich: either you take me to my partners, I earn it in half, and then we will formalize the mowing in the collective farm as a social burden, or, if you do not agree, my chairman and I will declare you a parasite and under the law let us down.
He showed the Living uninvited guest by the door, and the next day Guzenkov himself came to see Fomic to the mowing house and immediately to all his commanding throat: “Are you a collective farmer or an anarchist?” Why do not you go to work? ” – “I left the collective farm.” “No, my dear fellow, we do not simply leave the collective farm, we will give you a firm task and throw out all the giblets from the village.”
To the threat Fomich took seriously – Soviet and collective farming he experienced on his own skin.
… Excluded Fomich from the collective farm in the area, where they called the agenda. And presiding over the meeting was the pre-executive committee itself, Comrade Motyakov, who recognized only one principle of leadership: “We will break the horns!” – and no matter how hard I tried to reason with Motyakova, the secretary of the district party committee of the party, Demin, – all the same, fall of the 53rd, others need methods – and decided the meeting to expel Kuzkin from the collective farm and to impose him as a single person a double tax: in a month’s time to pay 1,700 rubles, 80 kg meat, 150 eggs and two skins. Everyone, I’ll give it all up to the penny, Fomich promised me, but I’ll give the skin only one – my wife can resist, so I’ll tear off her skin for you, parasites.
Upon returning home, Fomich sold the goat, hid the gun and waited for the confiscation commission. They did not hesitate. Under the leadership of Pasha Voronin, they ransacked the house and, finding nothing of material value, removed an old bicycle from the yard. Fomicz sat down to write a statement to the regional party committee: “I am expelled from the collective farm for having worked 840 workdays and received 62 kg buckwheat for all my family of seven people.” How is it to live? ” “And at the end he added:” Elections are coming in. The Soviet people are happy… And my family will not vote. “
The complaint has worked. Important guests from the area have complimented. The misery of the Kuzkin family made an impression, and again there was a meeting in the district, only Guzenkov and Motyakov’s arbitrariness was already understood. They – by reprimand, and Live – the passport of a free person, material assistance, and even a job – a guard at the forest. In the spring, when the guard was over, Fomich managed to find a guard and a storekeeper in rafts with a forest. So that at home, and at work was Fomich. The former collective-farm authorities creaked their teeth, the case waited. And waited. Once a strong wind rose, the wave began to swing and ruffle the rafts. A little more, and tear them from the shore, sweeps across the river. We need a tractor, only for an hour. And Fomich rushed to the board for help. They did not give the tractor. It was Fomich for money and for a bottle to look for an assistant and a tractor driver-they saved the forest. When Gusenkov forbade the collective farm shop to sell Kuzkin bread, Fomich fought off with the help of a correspondent. Finally, the third blow followed: the government decided to take the kitchen garden from Kuzkin. Fomich rested, and then declared Zhivy a parasite, who seized the collective farm land. Have arranged in village court. He was threatened with imprisonment. It was difficult, but even at the trial Live, wit and sharp tongue helped out. And then the fate was generous – Fomich got the place of the skipper on the pier near his village. A calm and unhurried summer life flowed. In winter it’s worse, navigation ends, we had to weave baskets for sale. But again came the spring, and with it the navigation, Fomich began his skipper duties, and then he found out that the landing stage was being abolished – so the new river authorities decided.
And again before Fedor Fomich Kuzkin the same eternal question arose: how to live? He does not yet know where he will go, what he will do, but he feels that he will not be lost. Not those times, he thinks. Not such a man Kuzkin to disappear, the reader thinks, after reading the final lines of the story.