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Chapter 1
The tractor stalled in the middle of the field. Ivan Groshev spat on the black soil and kicked the wheel.
- This junk again!
"It's not the tractor's fault," a hoarse voice came from behind. Grandfather Matvey, leaning on a stick, approached the furrow. "The land senses that it is being sold."
Ivan looked gloomily at the horizon. In an hour, surveyors from Zlato Pole were supposed to appear here.

Chapter 2
"You lost, Vanya," Sergei Komarov, his former classmate, handed over a folder with documents. "Sign the ransom agreement."
- This is my land. My father paid for it with blood.
— According to the court, no longer.
The wind carried the roar of engines. Two SUVs with tinted windows drove onto the edge of the field.

Chapter 3. Roots (flashback)
1989. Ivan's father, Pyotr Groshev, was kneeling before the chairman of the collective farm:
- Give me at least one hectare! We ourselves developed this virgin land!
“It’s not allowed,” the chairman pushed the folder away with disgust. “But if your wife agrees to work for me as a secretary...”

Chapter 4. The Gathering
There were 20 people gathered in the village club. Grandfather Matvey was banging his knuckles on the table:
- They've already crushed Semyon! Now it's our turn!
- What are we going to do? - Nikolai, the tractor driver, spread his hands. - They have courts, cops, money...
“And we have land,” Ivan whispered.
In the corner, Olga, his wife, silently clutched her handkerchief.

Chapter 5. First Blood
At night someone set fire to the boundary posts. In the morning six KamAZ trucks with guards arrived.
"Come out, Groshev!" shouted the head of security, Shilov, dragging Petrukha by the collar. "Is this your doing?"
The boy wheezed, choking on blood. Ivan grabbed the axe, but Olga grabbed his hand:
- I need you alive!

Chapter 6. Betrayal
“We’re leaving,” Olga put the suitcases on the cart. “I don’t want to bury you.”
- Do you know what will happen to the village if we surrender?
- This is not our war anymore.
When the cart disappeared around the bend, Ivan cried for the first time.

Chapter 7. The Last Battle
Ivan and his comrades blocked the road to the holding's equipment.
- This is our land!
Guards with batons jumped out of the Kamaz. The first blow landed on Nikolai's collarbone.
- Bitches! - Ivan rushed forward.
The shot rang out unexpectedly.
A year later, the field was growing "Zlato Polya" wheat. Only by the old willow, where Ivan once loved to sit, lay a rusty axe.
Grandfather Matvey whispered, looking at the horizon:
— The Earth remembers everything...
 

Chapter 8. Prison cell
The iron door slammed. Ivan closed his eyes from the bright light of the lamp.
“Groshev, get out with your things,” the guard threw a bag with his clothes on the bed.
An investigator in a wrinkled jacket was waiting in the corridor:
- You're lucky. The case was reclassified as "hooliganism". You'll be out in a week.
- And my field?
The investigator chuckled:
— What other field?

Chapter 9. Return
The village greeted him with silence.
"Nikolai is in the hospital," the neighbor whispered. "Petrukha is being transported to Magadan..."
Olga's house stood with boarded-up windows. A crumpled envelope lay on the porch - a letter from the city in a woman's handwriting. Ivan did not pick it up.

Chapter 10. Witnesses
“They bought everyone,” Grandfather Matvey poured moonshine into faceted glasses. “Even the local police officer.”
— And the prosecutor's office?
“They came,” the old man showed a yellow folder. “They closed the case due to lack of evidence.”
Ivan unfolded the sheet of paper—under the report was the signature of that very investigator.

Chapter 11. The Last Harvest
On a moonlit night, Ivan went out into the field with a canister.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, running his hand over the ears of corn.
The match struck the box.

Chapter 12. The Road
In the morning, black smoke was billowing through the village.
- Groshev is setting fire to something! - Shilov shouted, waving his pistol.
But Ivan was no longer there.
At the edge of the field lay an old axe and fresh tracks from tractor wheels - to the north.
(1 year later)
The new agronomist of Zlato Polya complained to the director:
- The damn plot won't bear fruit! Fertilizers, equipment - all in vain!
The director spat into the ashtray:
- The land is like people. You can't buy them all.
Outside the window, the wind drove tumbleweeds across the stubble, just as prickly and unbroken as its previous owner.
 

Chapter 13. The Northern Road
The Belarus tractor with the torn off cabin door was dragging along a broken forest road. Ivan had been chewing salted vobla for five days, washing it down with warm water from a canister.
"Dude, give me a lift!" the logging truck driver shouted, braking next to him.
The back of the truck smelled of resin and vodka.
— Where are you heading?
“While you’re driving, that’s where the road is,” Ivan answered, looking at the tattoos on the driver’s arms: “The forest is my home.”

Chapter 14. Logging
The lumberjacks' camp greeted him with the stench of foot wraps and the howl of chainsaws.
"You work and you eat," the foreman said, pointing to a barracks with rotten walls. "If you run away, we'll find you."
The first night. Ivan clutched the axe under his mattress, listening to drunken voices arguing behind the wall over the division of his things.

Chapter 15. Letter
A month later, when Ivan had already learned how to fell pine trees so that they would not touch the power line, a package arrived.
The box of cartridges contained:
- Photo of Olga with a strange man near a new building
- A certificate of sale of his house
- The latest issue of the regional newspaper with the headline: "Arsonist Groshev declared wanted"
On the back there is a child’s drawing: a black field and a yellow sun.

Chapter 16. The Last Trace
The spring flood washed away the road. Ivan stood on the bank of the turbulent river, watching the water carry him downstream:
- An empty gasoline can
- Burnt ear of wheat
- A piece of newspaper with his photo
The snow crunched behind me.
"Groshev?" asked the stranger in camouflage without insignia.
Ivan turned around, clutching a crowbar in his pocket.
A year later, the first dandelions appeared on the former "Zlato Polya" field.
Grandfather Matvey, now completely blind, sat by the window and listened to the radio:
"— Yesterday, the body of an unknown man was discovered in a taiga village. On him was found..."
The old man turned off the receiver and touched the rusty axe lying on the table.
“The earth remembers everything,” he repeated, although there was no one left in the village who could hear him.
   
Chapter 17
1. Former village Groshevo
April 2033.
From the helicopter of the agroholding Zlato Polya-2, one could see the ideal squares of fields, drawn like a notebook in a grid. Only one section stood out - a crooked wedge of black soil overgrown with weeds, like a scar on a shaved face.
- Is this damned hectare not being ploughed again? - the CEO pointed his finger at the glass.
“The equipment breaks down,” the agronomist shrugged. “Last year, the combine caught fire...”
Below, near the slanted monument to those killed in WWII, lay a fresh wreath of wild flowers.
2. Grandfather Matvey's house
The only surviving hut was now an "ethnographic museum of rural life." A tour guide in a folk costume led schoolchildren through the rooms:
— The last old-timer lived here. Note the unusual axe above the stove — local legend says...
There was an old map hanging on the wall: the very same “cursed” area was circled in red.
3. Mayor's office
"We have restored 15 jobs!" the official showed a presentation to investors. "There will soon be an eco-resort here!"
A frame flashed on the monitor: children planting trees on the site of the former Komarov manor house.
"And what about that... Groshev?" asked a businessman from Moscow.
- Who?
4. Field
At night the wind ran through the grass. The ears of corn whispered:
- Do you remember...
The rusty axe suddenly fell under the willow, although there was not a soul around.
In the morning, the migrant tractor driver swore that he saw a man in a faded quilted jacket:
— He stood in the middle of a field and... disappeared!
They didn't believe him.
5. City apartment
Olga was unpacking boxes before moving to Germany. Her teenage son pulled out a yellowed photograph:
- Mom, who is this?
The photo showed a young Ivan against the backdrop of a tractor.
“Nobody,” the woman snatched the photo, but instead of throwing it in the trash can, she shoved it into a fairy tale book.
6. The last document
In the district archive, a folder marked “Economic Disputes 2023” was gathering dust:
- Page 45: Crop Fire Report (cause not established)
- Page 102: Psychiatrist's conclusion on the case of Groshev I.P. ("suffers from the Earth syndrome")
- Last sheet: Photo of an empty field with the inscription on the back: "He will return when the owner appears"

The final
The wind shook the sign “The village of Groshevo does not exist” at the fork in the road.
Somewhere in the taiga a wolf howled.
Meeting
2035. May night.
History student Andrei Groshev walked along the edge of an abandoned field, checking the map on his phone. The GPS showed that he was standing in the center of the former Zarya collective farm. There was not a soul around. Only the moon illuminated the young shoots of couch grass pushing through the asphalt of the crumbling road.
“Dad?” he called uncertainly, feeling like an idiot.
Silence.
Andrey took an old photograph out of his backpack: Ivan, in a greasy quilted jacket, was hugging a first-grade boy. *"Here, son, keep it,"* he suddenly remembered.
The crunch of a branch.
- You... grew up.
The man came out of the willow shade. His eyes were faded, his hands were scarred from taiga axes. On his feet were torn tarpaulin boots, although no one in the forest had worn such footwear for ten years.
Andrey recoiled.
- Are you... real?
— For the earth, yes.
Ivan (if it was him) squatted down and touched with his fingers the ear of corn that had grown through the asphalt.
- Mom said you died.
- She's right.
The wind carried the smell of burning, although nothing was burning around.
- Why did you come?
The man stood up, leaving a bare footprint on the ground - strange, because a second ago he was wearing boots.
— To say: don’t look.
He stepped back into the shadows.
- Wait! - Andrey rushed forward, but only grabbed a handful of air.
There was a rusty axe lying on the ground.
Morning.
Andrey woke up near an old willow. In his hand was a lump of black soil.
"What were you yelling about last night?" the driver of a truck with the "Zlato Polya-3" emblem leaned over him. "You scared everyone!"
The student opened his hand.
Instead of earth - ash.
Last frame:
A week later, the tractor driver swore that he saw “some guy with glasses” burying something at the edge of the field.
In that place the next morning a single rye grew.