OUR QUALIFIED GRADUATES
A young man graduates from the Chernihiv Agronomical and Industrial Technical School… Majoring in agronomy…
After graduation, he goes, for example, to the village of Veresoch.
He goes full of desire, full of gusto and energy to help the ignorant peasant in his uncultured work with such rich, such cool, such black, such generous, such fertile, and such-such-such soil…
And his cart is filled with desire, and his cap is bursting with desire. In short, he is all desire…
He arrives there...
“Hi, I’m an agronomist, comrades… I’ve come to help you improo-oove your soil… With the help of science, fellas…”
“G’day! Good thing you came… We’re in dire need of someone with your qualifications… Because the soil needs tilling!”
“Well, then… Unharness my stallion here, and
