On a dump with Grandpa Vasil. Why fashion trends do not work in the countryside

Good health, my friends. As well as a peaceful sky and fresh bread. Today, Grandpa Vasil will tell how, without leaving his heap, made an amazing discovery. I found a rock not yet mapped. Yes, there is a rock - a proud reef towering above our sea of life. It is very expensive to watch how all sorts of new-fangled winds, various popular theories and trends, far-fetched nonsense and pathetic statements are broken to pieces about its invincible foot. And this rock is my village.

I've known for a long time that urban women are a little crazy. If they have any thoughts, write them down. At one time I heard that the fashion of wearing beautiful skirts and dresses disappeared. Like, jeans are more comfortable. Then I learned that many of them evaporated desire to have children, continue the family, start a family. I was so excited at the time that I even grumbled about it. Now they seem to have taken a new course. Under the new slogan: "Men are no longer needed by modern women." That's what they say, why are they? I earn myself, all problems are easily solved by one, I bought and drive a car myself, I find and pay for my entertainment. One even proudly said, on TV saw: “If the current man is needed only to hang pants in the closet, then I will hang my own!” How!

What do you say? Thief Humpback from the film about Zheglov would respond to this: “You call hard!” But all this folding collapses in an instant, as soon as the bearers of this theory are in the countryside. Maybe the city really needs one click on the screen, one phone call, to immediately rush the army of repairmen and porters, all these “husbands for an hour”, and solve all women’s problems. That's not how it works here.

We had one of those coming from town. She first succumbed to another fashion - to move "from the stuffy capital closer to nature." She bought a strong house nearby with her savings. And I began to enjoy, so, pickles from the garden, fresh air and quiet sunsets. And along the way, she carried the same propaganda about the uselessness of men. Even with my grandmother, I talked about it, I proved that a modern woman, strong and independent, is able not only to survive in any conditions, but also to enjoy this life. My old lady said nothing to her, only sneered skeptically and threw, “Well, enjoy it!”

The pleasure, I tell you, lasted until about the cold. When our dragonfly remembered that her house was burning with a stove. She thought that it was enough just to order a firewood car on the phone and pay the driver. Well, like the city used to order pizza. But the fact that the driver will simply load these wood into the yard, that they need to be somehow pierced and laid in a pulpit – this was a discovery. Without skill, she immediately received calluses and a torn back. Then her submersible pump broke in the cold. The sewers are frozen. Then she found that the romantic snowdrifts above the fence not only looked beautiful, but also blocked the gate and had to wave a shovel for a couple of hours. And no “husband for an hour” from the district center for 50 kilometers will not come, because he, firstly, “pity the tractor”, and secondly, “he has a Saturday, borscht and a bath.” And no promised him hundreds of rubles from such a firm position, and even in such a snowfall, will not move.

She had a well silted in the summer. Then she tried to repair the fence and single-handedly hammer a two-meter pole into a loam. Then the wind tore a sheet of slate from the roof, and rain flooded the ceiling. When she was trying to climb that roof with a hammer, I remember thinking, ‘Well, there’s a girl missing.’ She was so successful. But that was fine. She almost disappeared later when she found a mouse in the cellar. My window was shaking, there was a squeal!

In general, she spat on such a nervous life, as well as on sunsets and village rascals. Went back to town. Two years have passed, and we have already forgotten this urban eccentric. I just recently watched it come back. Not alone, with a guy. I guess I can't take it out alone. However, the programmer at first was also completely armless. I think I saw the Colon for the first time in my life. And now it's okay. Right now I hear something knocking there, the same fence leveling

So it's too early for you girls to write off men to junk. At least not in the village..