"There is a village like this" /Pacha/

___ In the Yashkinsky district of Kuzbass, 54 km from the regional center of Kemerovo on the right bank of the Tom, there is a very beautiful village of Pacha. According to the 2010 census, its population was only 1203 people.
The village was founded in 1652, originally it was a monastery patrimony. In the second half of the 18th century, the village was assigned to the Kolyvano-Voskresensky factories in which riots broke out in 1744, 1761, 1763, 1798 and ended in armed clashes with government forces. By the middle of the 19th century, the village turned into a large agricultural and trade center with rural municipality, according to the "List of Populated Places According to 1859."
In 1893, the village became part of the Tutal volost of the Tomsk district. By the beginning of the 19th century, there were two water flour mills, a drinking establishment, two small shops in the village, and since 1887 peasant children studied at the parish school.
In 1910, Pacha again became a volost center. There was a bazaar in the village on Fridays, and every November 1 a large fair was held. At the end of January 1918, Soviet power was established in Pache. In 1920, the Red Plowman commune was created, and during the Second World War, 200 Pachins went to the front of the Great Patriotic War.
In the early 2010s, an agricultural production cooperative began working in the village. The village as they could - landscaped. There is a small fountain, park, museum of local lore in the school building.
___ I fell in love with Pacha at first sight. As in all villages, the people here were mostly welcoming and friendly. They live simply, without pathos and elevation, plant gardens, keep cattle. One of the local men literally dragged us home as we passed. After a recent stroke, he could not talk, but he explained quite reasonably in sign language. He showed a family album, from which it became clear that his wife had died. But there is a son who lives with his family in the city and regularly comes to visit his father. The man himself does not want to move to his son categorically, he does not know what to do in the city. And here he has a garden with sunflowers and fishing and a forest right behind the house. At the end of the conversation he put in our hand a can of pickled honey mushrooms and a packet of frozen perch. And escorted us, almost to the bus .......
___ Pacha, 2017