Dimitri thought, again, he was in somebody's dream again. That was a lesson hard to comprehend from the disappointments of the independence procedure. Too many recently freed serfs, slaves, and peasants died miserably and panned out back in the same main role, only under horrible conditions. Dimitri and the young boy, his assistants, oversaw them to the camp, which arose to be more outside of the village than he'd presumed.
They'd found a pleasant region, nonetheless, with a tidy running river to assist their water shortages. Most of the serfs appeared to be in good spirits, particularly if he completely dismissed those who seemed to be the regular whiners.
