HERE AND JOY!

We, the village children, were accustomed to work early. In my family I grew second among the guys. It was me who got help in women's affairs. The brothers helped their father - they harvested firewood, hay, went fishing. But in fairness it must be said that this work was not without mother.

Sometimes it was ridiculous. Parents with their younger children went to visit their relatives, while my elder brother and I remained on the farm.

It was my responsibility to ensure that the pig was full: wash the potatoes and boil its pig. I was 10-11 years old, I mixed up something, I fed almost the whole potato, but the pig surprised everyone with its weight.

Another time my mother left, apparently, in the forest for berries. The cow calved late, in July, it is necessary to milk in the afternoon. I am already 14 years old, but I have never milked yet. Very painful hands. But Mike's cow showed miracles of heroism, she allowed me to milk, if I am not mistaken, for almost an hour.

Helped mom in the garden. Somehow asked me to weed onions. Watered. it can be seen a lot, but maybe it rained. The wood louse grew, the whole garden was delayed, but I quickly managed it. Boasted mom.

Mama:

• Yes that, something very proud
  roots in the ground remained.

• I pulled out everything!

• Come, let's see!

And in fact, the roots are so thin, but remained.

This is how mother taught the land, the garden, and housework.

In the summertime, a brick factory worked for Malyshka. Of us, schoolchildren, we always recruited a brigade.

The work was hard, and even though master Gerasim Mikhailovich Ischenko told us that we did not carry bricks for many, but really wanted to make money.

Gerasim Mikhailovich allowed us to count the raw bricks ourselves when laying the kiln. We accidentally got five thousand, although it is designed for three.

And all my further life is connected with physical labor. And the milkmaid, and the calf, and the janitor, and the gardener ...

No wonder the doctor - a neurologist after examining me was surprised: did you work as a loader?
And now, when in seventy years, looking after myself is a problem.

My feet hurt, my hands hurt ...

Happily open service social workers.

Friendly women come to help both at home and in the garden. Leave, look back - the terms of cleanliness. That's joy!

Women substitute each other if they get sick or go on vacation. Aurika, Lena, Katya, nice to talk with everyone, and I’m grateful to everyone for kindness and participation.