The Wooden Reindeer: From a Journalist's Notebook

I came to Timofei Aleksandrovich Kononov's brigade with a red iaranga (wigwam). (a) The chief, a tall, stooped Even (b) of about sixty, had slaughtered for his guests a small doe that had recently gone lame. While we brewed the tea until it was strong and thick as tar and exchanged news, the brigadier's wife, Agrafena Ivanovna, bent by the years but still a nimble and concerned housekeeper, made supper.