My father works as a miner in a coal mine. This work is the hardest not only physically, but also morally. So imagine a picture, a person is at a depth of a thousand meters under the ground. Over it the soil cubic meters hang, while not only sitting, but also doing the work.
Closed space. The stuffiness. Sweat is mixed with dust, a dirty trickles down the face of weary drifts. Ten people work hard. We need to fulfill the plan - not even when we look back. The man is completely cut off from the world, with the surface connected by a narrow pit of the lift. He discards all doubts and fear: he tries not to think that at any moment his soil can fall asleep, and no one will get it.
All thoughts about their own destiny recede into the background, become blurred, not significant - the risk becomes ordinary. He is more concerned about thoughts about the family. He thinks about them and knows that only this work can feed children, dress them and send them to school.
Yes, the work is very hard! But these are people who can not otherwise. They are accustomed to go into the face every day. In the photo you can see how people work there.
Honor them praise!
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