In those lands they store up firewood in winter; in summer quagmires make roads completely impassable. Thus a large stage opened for me. With labour scarcity nobody asked where I came from when I turned to store a few cubic metres of firewood. So, thanks to the one-eyed old man's graces I found the occupation of a firewood maker. they paid me 8 roubles for a cubic metre and fed with potatoes, sometimes with oatmeal or couscous. Nobody had any bread. I lingered nowhere, worked a day and come on! Not to lay myself open to suspicions.