Since childhood, my mother taught me hospitality. In our family there was a tradition to invite all relatives for the holidays. Mom covered a chic table, and her relatives were grateful for her. When I married, I wanted to continue this tradition. The man did not like the idea. He tried to give me up, but if I decided something, I will definitely do it. Our first seats were on March 8. I made pies, cakes, various salads and invited my husband’s relatives. They were satisfied. We still mentioned this day for a long time. For several I gave a cake recipe, others liked the wine that I kunned. Exactly a year we gathered everyone.

Everyone liked the tradition at once. This is clear. Who is against eating and drinking Nakhalya? That’s right, all. But I began to notice that relatives were becoming more and more. One said that the salad was salted, the other is cheap. Aunt of the man began to speak how to properly cook the dough for the pie; You see – what I prepared nowhere to do. But earlier they liked. The man after that said that I did not do more nonsense, but on my birthday I invited everyone again. I stood in the morning near the plate, I wanted to surprise everyone. After all, for every holiday, I prepared interesting and new dishes.

She always looked at the benefits of guests to make sure to everyone, like this time. When the guests came, I did not even have time to dress and tidy up. We sat down at the table, I waited for their reactions. As a result, everyone came to the conclusion that I was preparing not myself, but just kuna from the store. I was very unpleasant. – Next time who will we gather? You do not like. I so crack and cook the wine cheap, probably, so you drink everything to the bottom, and the food is ready to devour with your fingers. I do not want to invite you more. Even the elementary “thank you” you can not say. Everyone was silent, just looking at each other. The man supported me and asked everyone to go home. I do not communicate with them anymore.