The New Life: A Day on a Collective Farm

The New Life: A Day on a Collective Farm

The New Life: A Day on a Collective Farm

The New Life: A Day on a Collective Farm

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"Splosh-sh, splosh-sh, splosh-sh . . ."

That was underfoot, and buckets of rain kept pouring from above. And that had gone on for two weeks solid.

Anany Yegorovich had a toothache, and he walked along with the collar of his overcoat raised and his hand supporting his right cheek. Klavdia Nekhoroshkova, the brigadier of the Zarechie brigade, strode ahead of him. Her long mud-spattered raincoat stood about her as stiffly as a stake.

They both stopped near the lake.

"This is how well do it," said Anany Yegorovich, repeating what he'd already told her a half hour before in the office. "You'll send the . . .

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