I was embarrassed out of the parish clerk, when you were not expecting an answer, but we need a Russian man can not ride it, but säikähtynyt announced that it was the Jewish njemetskij (German), the pastor. It was the Jewish right to change their minds, so that he himself came running out of the candle in hand, and wished us welcome. Then he came to my house and when he saw me take off another piece of clothing after another, he said, “Ye shall not surely you can do about freeze.” All evening he sat down, and then pakisi his gibberish, but it came very well with each other, and I talked, and he bad saksaani uushepreaansa. But the result of our conversation was that I decided to leave the shortcut Marinska Minusinskiin, and when I would come to pass the Altai Mountains, more than one branch. I Marinska I put all the possible movement of people to seek luteerilaisia. But the only one I can see you. He, however, was Farlers, a blacksmith, who lived here in the middle of strangers. Came to us when we met he was so happy that she broke into tears. I think his mind was open to God’s word, but he suffered from drinking lust. Since then, I’ve heard that he was burned in a fire Marinska.

Now we had to go the road, where there were no taverns. That is why we agreed to a driver with us, that he is to us a ride 80 miles. This driver, which is a thousand times told us that his father was a Frenchman, was a strange phenomenon. Hardly a minute he was silent the whole way, but a lot what he talked about was my understanding. When we walked on his way to town past the cottage, he ran in and gave us a few bird-cherry-berry pies. Although yes I could criticize her friendship, however, I could not enjoy her gifts, but they sting in my pocket regale one place they have something to hungry dogs. A few difficult places we had to go, because the river is not yet lasted, and rafts were frozen shut.