“...They also knew how to walk. A tramp came from the taiga with a bag over his shoulders, and in that bag there was nothing worthwhile - nothing but pure gold. Of course, he immediately hired a soldier with a drum, a guy with an accordion, and a Jew with a violin. After which he walked, lining the streets of the city with blue velvet, and the women danced around him and waved their handkerchiefs, squealing with pleasure. Usually, prospectors came to Blagoveshchensk in the fall, and in the spring, having drunk themselves to smithereens, useless to anyone, beggars again, they retired back to the taiga. But rarely did any of them return: either the tiger got eaten, or ran into the Honghuz, or died of hunger in the well of his deep pit, no longer able to get out of it...”