USSR
*It was the height of a sunny day, the hot, fiery sun had no mercy and turned everything over the sky into ashes. It’s rush hour, it’s lunch time, which means that in the middle of the field you can easily stumble upon the Soviet Union vigorously waving its scythe, at a slight tilt, with sharp but soft movements cutting off the ears of corn. The USSR worked in only military trousers, a wide, heavy belt with a badge and high, warm boots, which was strange for the height of the summer season. There was no top on him, showing off his broad-shouldered, strong back. His figure was impossibly stately and pumped up, expressing every movement and straining his elastic muscles. Numerous scars and wounds were visible on his tanned skin, but this did not bother him at all. After all, wounds adorn a man, and this bear could safely boast of them. Also, if you look a little to the side towards the fence, then there, on a haystack, there were Union things carelessly lying around, which were thrown without attention even where. The man worked from dawn, and always did. As soon as the sun rose
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*It was the height of a sunny day, the hot, fiery sun had no mercy and turned everything over the sky into ashes. It’s rush hour, it’s lunch time, which means that in the middle of the field you can easily stumble upon the Soviet Union vigorously waving its scythe, at a slight tilt, with sharp but soft movements cutting off the ears of corn. The...Read more