Grandma Nina was kind, calm and very patient. The grandchildren remembered her kind voice, the ability to listen and understand them, a warm delicious smell of baking and the comfort of an old house. But the grandfather was mentioned in a completely different way. He is grown by a tobacco-self-esteem, a unwashed body and moonshine. The voice of his grandfather was screaming, fragmentary. Grandma did not talk about him. But the children and grandchildren knew: he dissolved his hands, and did not climb the word rude in his pocket, everything was not true. – So he worked on the railway, – the grandmother waved, – where did he get the manner from? Everyone is there. The work was really difficult, without strong magic words can not do. Grandfather with the partner got up dawn, walked around a few kilometers of the site, searched for any malfunction. They pulled the tools with them to repair in place.

Sometimes they called repairers, blocked the roads. They went into the cold and in the heat, in the rain and wind. They went for the dark. And the health was a little. However, the union regularly offered his grandfather’s vouchers. The sanatoriums and li ka rnie would have been confirmed, but no. “Not a man, or what,” the old man was hot, “to lay down in resorts?” But the winter came, and my grandfather twisted specifically. The injured knee once hurt as if his dogs were gnawing; The grandfather could not even lie down. The Arnie was understood, he was appointed, but the doctor looked at his grandfather and ordered him to go to the sanatorium. The effect of lia is fixed, to drink water, to warm up, otherwise everything will return. Li ka is not a trade union, his grandfather obeyed. Grandmother Square gathered him, spent it. She made up with a reserve from the nose of handkerchiefs to eternal self -office.

And she jumped with joy: three weeks of freedom! No boops in the house, scandals and quarrels. Watch on TV what you want. No one smokes with self -savings, does not reproach the youthful youth and does not pour the soup into the cesspit. Just cool down while his grandfather was going to the table. And he will not suffer disrespect from the grandmother. The grandmother baked pies, fastened seeds, bypassed all the neighbors and girlfriends, boasted, they say, spent her own. Three weeks later, the grandmother was waiting for her husband at home, but only received a telegram. “I will not come, I met Galya, I will live with her” – that’s what my grandmother read. She read again and rushed to the icons to be baptized. “Thank you,” she repeated, “thank you, happiness.” She immediately gathered all her grandfathers in suitcases, all his pants, which will be paid from morning till evening. Grandfather loved to go elegant even on a weekend.

She made all the documents there. All his little things, fishing rods, awards were there. And she posted the suitcases on the veranda to weathered the very spirit of the ex -husband. The grandfather appeared in two weeks when the vacation was over. He made a translation at work, discharged and disappeared. I did not even want to speak with my grandmother, yet, to explain. But she did not expect explanations, on the contrary – she was afraid that her grandfather changed his mind. He went, and her grandmother rushed to buy wallpaper, dreamed of elegant walls for years. The grandfather preferred a simple whitewashed house. Grandma broke up, bought a fabric on the curtains. Instead of short “granddaughter” -a grandfather who allowed her grandfather, she hung long, sewn on the machine personally. As soon as it became beautiful in the house, the grandmother took the garden. She personally cut the entire sap with Sap, and personally dug the beds and planted berries there. Strawberries, as she always wanted. Grandfather strawberries despised the demand for care, recognized only raspberries:

– She grows up, she does not need anything. The grandmother dreamed of both the cherry tree and the plums, even the risk of planting grapes in a sunny corner. The houses made comfort and beauty. She threw away the crushed plates, put a good service, a gift for her birthday. The grandfather was harsh, allowed to touch only on holidays. Everything flew into the trash: and tired of the oil with twisted edges, and the house of household soap. Grandma blossomed. She began to care for herself, forgetting her grandfather’s habit of wash with soap only on Saturdays in the bath. Wrinkles were considered, the hair began to grow dark. Guests appeared in the house. And it turned out that 50 is not yet old age, you can admire embroidery, and berry to sell on the market, and sing in the local choir. Lonely men were wedged in her, but her grandmother knew the secret of happiness: no marriage, no cohabitation. She has so much to whom the pies bake.