Returns the younger son from service in the Ministry of Emergency Situations. Father with an elder brother ask: - Well, tell me, how is there in the Ministry of Emergency Situations? And then we are just a long time ago soviet army served, and in the Ministry of Emergency Situations, they say, how are they as they serve. The son replies: - Due to the complete ******* change. There is nothing to tell. - Tell me. - Yes, what to tell, you want, I will show you better. In the evening we are going at the table, we will hold a meeting, the routine of the day for tomorrow. Going in the evening at the table. Son: - So, it means tomorrow: at 6 am the rise, in 8 breakfast, 10 leave for firewood. Father is appointed responsible for transport - harness a horse, and the older brother is appointed responsible for the inventory - 3 axes, 3 saws, 3 ropes. Father with an older brother is indignant: - on *** get up so early? Come on in 9 stand up, at 9:30 we have breakfast, we will leave 10. Son: Not ****, in 6 rise, 8 breakfast, 10 leave for firewood. Well, I got up at 6, in 5 minutes the horse was harnessed, collected the inventory, up to 8 from the corner in the corner, were drowned, they were breakfast, to 10 walked from the angle to the angle, finally 10 hours. Looking inventory. - 3 axes, 3 saws, everything is in place. We travel to the inventory, leave. Seli, drove. 100 meters pass, son: - Stop! Check inventory. Father with brother: - What is the check? Just checked. Son: - Not ****. With the last check, something ***** AT. Stopped. Posted 3 axes, 3 saws, everything is in place. We ship inventory, go further. And so every 100 meters. Drive up to the river. Son: - So, here we are fucking Vyhod. Father: - Why? 300 meters away, drove through the bridge. Son: - Not ****! So you lost a lot of time. I said Vyod, then Vyod. Ebanuli Vyod. Drowned the cart. Barely pulled out. Closer to the evening they got to the forest. Nature, wrought. Son: - Georgia inventory, loading firewood. Uploaded, drove. 100 meters: - Stop! Check inventory. Father with brother: - on ***, he is under firewood. Son: - Not ****, unload. Unloaded, checked: 3 axes, 3 saws, everything is in place. We ship inventory, ship firewood. And so every 100 meters. Drive up to the river. Son: - So, here we are fucking Vyhod. Father and brother: - ***? Let's go through the bridge. Son: - Not ****! VJD. Well. The cart was drowned, barely pulled out. Firewood for the flow went. Somehow got home. Son: - So, not to disperse anyone, after an hour, meeting: summing up for today and clarifying tasks for tomorrow. Gathered. Son: - So, what did we do today and what is the result? Father: - All day ******* I have, no result. Son: - right! So tomorrow: in 6 rise, 8 breakfast, 10 leave for firewood.

There is a version of the shorter:
At 6 am, the whole village woke up from a terrible sound published by hanging rail on the main square in front of the village council. After 5 minutes, the whole area was filled with the people, all came running. Dembel stopped checked with a hammer on the rail, went to the crowd and commanded:
- Become! Once ... retain! Once! Sniff !!! So so ... We are now with your father and brother for firewood, the rest on the schedule. Own!