On a dump with Grandpa Vasil. About urban youth and unity with nature

I wish you all health, dear readers. I have an unexpected question: What do you think of the hammock? Well, it's a stringed net that's tied to two pillars and then swayed around like a lunatic in a cradle. And it would be nice to really be a baby, because an adult man is half an age. Shame on you! For me, this hammock is a symbol of universal laziness and helplessness, which enveloped the city residents. It was my son who stayed in the village for a week and forced him to draw such conclusions

First of all, this grid was attached to the apple trees, he climbed into shorts and spread out in it with his laptop. Headphones with a microphone, like a radio operator in a tank. Mumbling something, looks funny, but the view is extremely businesslike. Grandma calls him to dinner, he dismisses: “Mom, don’t disturb me, I’ll call you.” - "What do you even do?" "Working," he replies. I thought the man was really busy. I looked over his shoulder - and he moves some pictures on the screen and whispers smart words into the microphone. Is that a job?! Previously, to work, it was necessary to change the shop to come, to the field to go out, to the plot with an axe to move ... And there to plow off the whole day for real, so that in the evening the hands tremble. Then it is clear why a person gets his labor ruble. Now what? We have in the summer for almost any fence look - and there the urban youth that came to visit relatives, in hammocks swings. And everyone in headphones and with tablets-smartphones of all kinds. People who are focused are working, too. Proudly they say they are "at a distance." Only they have moved away not so much from their offices as from a normal understanding of human labor, after which a pleasant ache in the body. And these from such a "labor watch" nothing remains, except the imprint of the net, I will not say in what places ..

Not for the first time I notice that the city has a very peculiar understanding of unity with nature. It seems that they go to immerse themselves in village life, but for some reason they drag half the apartment with them. Do you know what their tents are? It was in our camping youth that there were tarp army tents with simple blankets on the floor, we did not even know any sleeping bags. And now - I once looked in one eye: there are natural soft beds, air conditioning is hanging and the TV from the wall chirps! And such a vacation is worth a lot of money. I remember with sadness our hikes, when rains and mosquitoes the size of a fist did not spoil our rest, the mood of the guitar and the fire was maintained, and we returned from such trips quite happy, spending mere pennies. You managed to turn even the romance of wildlife into a sterile studio for beautiful photos.

Something got distracted... So, my son also brought a full trunk of different boxes. Then he says, “You have lost your life.” Be patient... Now live like people.” I even got a little nervous from this introduction: what did the child think this time? And he says, “Let’s make a smart hut out of your house!” First I presented a round box with a blue eye. He said, “It’s Alice, she’ll tell you the weather, and she’ll sing a song, just order it.” I started talking to her. “Alice, turn on the radio Mayak or Zykina.” And this shameless outlet says to me, "I didn't understand you, repeat the request." What's going on? I have to break my tongue in front of a piece of plastic in my house, and please tell her to turn on the music? We did. Soon the kettle will tell me when to put the brew..

I admit it was one of the most hilarious summer days. Because then came the turn of white pancake on wheels - automatic vacuum cleaner. His son respectfully called him a robot and promised that his mother would no longer have to rush through the hut with a broom. Then the comedy began: the vaunted robot crawled ten centimeters, shamefully stuck in the grandmother's floorboard, entangled in the fringe, howled pityfully and ingloriously exhaled. And before his death, he tried to twist the tail of my namesake, Vaska's cat, on the brush, but he did not succumb. Vaska then looked at him from the oven and, as I thought, giggled quietly. That's all modern technology - the cat laughs. The refrigerator with a bunch of electronic modes also did not catch on – just refused to turn on. The son says it's because the wiring in the hut is old, the unit lacks power.

In general, it did not work out of our smart hut. And that's wonderful, I think. A century lived without these electronic crutches, but God willing, we will live