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You go to him for work, he pays you. Just like
on the collective farm, like the collective farm. We didn't live
badly with the master, whoever didn't have land at all would come here
to serve. Here there were quarters. Complete apartments and
everything, and firewood. There was no need to buy firewood,
we'll go and get firewood, and he'll pay you, and also we'll throw off
some firewood for ourselves. It'll burn, and we'll bring some
again, and for ourselves too, and the master will pay you for this,
that you go and bring firewood, and for yourself too. Whoever
works, he will always live. This is true, that how you work, so
you eat, how you don't work, so also in the collective farm is this -
just as you didn't go, so you didn't get any work.
(Dzyashenko, Ksaveryy Kazimiravich, n. 1920, Dzyashenko, Sof'ya
Stsyapanauna, n. 1921, Pershamayski settlement)