House in the village
It is good to have a house in the village. My sister and I also wanted to keep the house when our parents left. But you decided to sell the "homeland" (remember the hero George Burkov in the movie "Garage"?) Let the dear hearts of the ctenes remain in the master's, legitimate hands, than will be given away by greedy, quick-on-the-go good, local jackals.
The husband of his cousin Nadia inherited the house from a childless aunt in a large village. Only fifty kilometers to the regional center on a good road. The small house, but strong, aunt's husband, Ivan Petrovich was business, everything was thorough in his household. Again, natural gas, which greatly facilitates rural life. Yes, and well located: like on the edge of the village, but also to the center nearby. There are also neighbors, but the road fork separates them. One of the roads has a dilapidated hard surface, with bumps and a scattering of stones. However, with viscous chernozems in mud or after rain, this is also not bad. Once they traveled this way to the farm, which is beyond the river, now they do not drive almost along the scattered canvas-there is no need. The second road was almost overgrown with grass. Behind the garden is a green meadow and a pond.
Nadia and her husband are both rural, the southern beaches are not for them, they do not like a noisy vacation, and they both have long vacations.
They accepted the inheritance, began to settle down already in the first days of summer. A small garden for fuss in the land was planted. Nadia loved flowers. The flower extravaganza completely draped the front of the house by mid-summer. Here is a coveted and realized pastoral: a cozy house, flowers, peace. But it did not last long.
Once a half-drunk man came up, not a local man, he was beaten, but there were many such. With drinking girlfriends, whoever knows where from, huddled in abandoned huts. Did not work, did not have pensions, but somehow they were fed. And we always drank. Yes, even the birthdays celebrated: to myself and my friends. No gifts, no, no. We went to Nadia for bouquets. Intelligent Nadia could not refuse: they asked tender lilies-cut, the time of magnificent dahlias approached, she did not mind. And left a meager secondary bloom to myself. While Tolik's husband, a narcologist, seeing that Nadia does not know how to refuse, threatened lovers of fine with compulsory treatment, which he scared off. Yes, there, scared, for a week left for the city, returned, instead of flowers, one stalk, the mailbox was removed and the metal staircase disappeared into the attic.
Nearby lived a moonshiner Varka. Shinok worked around the clock, visitors went as needed, not always having a dish with them. They knocked at the window to their neighbors at any time of the day, but what's the matter, everyday business? The strength of the knock depended, evidently, on the strength of desire. Nadia jumped up with a beating heart. It was necessary to Tolik to talk with shinarkarkoy: she immediately started collecting empty containers. True, the dogs breached, at times, all night.
And this case, which extended the practice of Tolik, as an expert in narcology, is not described in any medical sources.
The same Varka, driving out the well-stocked gingerbread products, inadvertently drained the remaining bard, behind the vegetable gardens, the bottled residue, in the words of Nadia, a chemistry teacher. The omnipresent goats of the neighbor Olyatka (Olga), making their way through the same vegetable gardens, adhered to alcohol-soaked grass. Olyatka later noticed the unusual interest of her goats to some place behind the garden, hurried to him, and twisted the herd on her unsteady legs. Goats amicably fell on their side. Olyatka lamented her wet nurse, rushed to Varka, whipping the dog with the same twig that fell at her feet. A scandal broke out, but the goats lay like the dead and Olyatka ran to Tolik for help, as a narcologist. Tolya did not deny help, the goats, like any drunkard, showed a dropper for cleaning blood, even if the landlady acquired the necessary equipment in the pharmacy, now only writes on paper. Olyatka only waved a doomed gesture. Waking up from an alcoholic stroke, goats eagerly prinikli to the trough with water-hangover syndrome, no one has yet canceled.
Do not think that the village consisted of only one degraded person and unscrupulous samoshnshits. Not at all, from there came major military officials, political figures, scientists, scientists. And now there are hardworking, good people living in it, strong well-groomed peasant households to that testimony. The local district authorities undertook the administrative reorganization of rural settlements, instead of village street nicknames (Ponizovka, Starovevrovka, Konoplyanovka), they were given more euphonious, modern names. So Nadine and Tolikov home was on the street cheerful.
And then, it was fun to live on this street. Looking ahead, I will tell you how autumn sometimes, on Saturday the owners came to visit the house, and a neighbor in their hands-a receipt for electricity consumption. Nadia looked and clasped her head, the payment was in the thousands. We went to the counter, and he frantically reels up the kilowatts in an empty house. We were dismantled, a couple of Bacchus worshipers, immigrants from the former republic lived below. They deprived them of water and electricity for non-payment, but the peasant had a diploma of a technical school for electricity, and even with honors, he did not drink any knowledge, connected to neighboring wires and does not blow himself into a mustache, he warms himself with a self-made device for free. I had to pay, but with whom to sue?
Tolia was recalled to work for a few days, Nadia stayed in the village, the cherry picking came up. A violent storm broke out at night, the sky was blazing with blue zigzags. The thunderstorm then departed, the thunder rolled down, then came back with renewed vigor. Nadia lay crouched under the blanket, but it went away, however, the damaged lines left the village without electricity. Nadines culinary delicacies on canning have stopped. But if only this. The telephone communication and water from the column disappeared, frozen berries melted in the refrigerator, and at night, because it was short in summer, there was nothing to light, there was a flashlight, but it was also charged with electricity. Nadya found a kerosene lamp, and what's the use in it? Where can I find kerosene? In Nadin's childhood in the farm he was sold on certain days. Only five days later the line was restored.
New Year decided to meet in the house. Romantic Nadia wanted a repetition of children's ecstasy: snow, stars, silence. We drove, looking forward to a long New Year's holiday in a well-heated house, clean, cleaned in late autumn. But everything remained in dreams. With surprise and suspicion, they approached the open wide gate. They entered the courtyard with care. The locking loop was pulled out of the door frame, the padlock hung on the remaining loop. The first minute they thought about the theft, but that the thieves still slept on the matrimonial bed, it could not come into his head. On a wide, spread out book, a couch lay a snoring, untidy man, and next to him, his face in Nadine's pillow was just the same unwashed girl.
Enraged Tolik kicked out a "guest", a friend rushed after him. After him flew a bottle of stinking unfinished liquid. New Year's greeted in the city apartment, returned the same day. We managed to ring the chimes, only taking with them from the village house something that was considered most necessary. Pastoral Nadino mood flew away. Soon the house for sale was sold for a pittance. So joyfully ended the village household of my relatives.