This master wouldn't touch anything in the world,
they were a supervisor. The master was why the fly flies.
He was a bachlor, unmarried. We were already living there when
his mother died. My mother then interred, washed, cleaned up, and
dressed her. Then for the last rites the priest came, so he had
to be met with song, a religious one. She died, just the same,
the simple women went, washed her, gathered up everything, dressed and
She had two sons. There was a second, but that
one rode horses and in Turkey he was killed falling off his
horse. That guy loved to ride around the villages, with other
guys, being young. And he rode the horse somehow there, the horse
stumbled, or something, and he fell and was killed. He wasn't
married. Unmarried, one and the other.
(Dzyashenko, Ksaveryy Kazimiravich, n 1920, Dzyashenko, Sof'ya
Stsyapanauna, n 1921, Pershamayski settlement).