About the book: year / The collective farm is a horned monster. The best collective farm is a lively cow, lying down, teasing its back with its tail, driving away flies. The calf shepherds lie hugging their pitchforks, the smell of dung floats above them, and the earth is warm, warmed up since the summer. They are waiting for the corn wrappers to arrive, the harvester throws out the immature crumpled cobs along with the inflorescences, adding weight to the fattening plant. Socialism seeks victory in everything.