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The chairman of the Zavety Ilyich collective farm visited the fields where tractors were plowing the land, preparing it for sowing. Tractors crawled like beetles across the black field. And only one stood motionless. The chairman, having come closer, saw a sleeping tractor driver, his head had fallen on the dashboard. The chief pushed the tractor driver, who was covered in smoke after a mile:
- Vasily! What are you doing?
- I sniff!
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