Were among the peasants are people who commit wandering not just once or twice in my life, and regularly, almost every year. They had their own farms, houses: returning home, they went on a peasant. So regular, experienced, in his own words, a stranger and was Gregory Rasputin. He did not throw his peasant farm until his death and, wherever he is, as a rule, in the spring of work and harvesting came to Pokrovskoe. Real strangers can be recognized by the appearance - a strict, serious, piercing look, the clothes of coarse, peasant cloth, girded a belt or a rope. From under the clothes sometimes peeking sackcloth of hair, or even chains. In the hands of staff, his feet bare. Approximately looked during his travels, and Grigory Rasputin, he wore chains of three years.