About the roads or how to become bad...

There are such interesting associations in Russia as gardening societies. Once it was rural territories of 6 acres issued by the state, but over the past decades many cities have significantly expanded and now many gardens have become quite urban areas. In most of them, people build capital houses and get a license, but the city authorities do not make any effort to improve these new territories. Absolutely everything gardeners do at their own expense: set up pillars and laying power lines, laying water pipes, sewage, gas pipes and even putting roads in order. Such a state in the state or direct implementation of the principle - "Start with yourself!". The forms of implementation are different, the gardening board can collect money, and the residents of one street can simply drop on some local issue.

Most often we dropped down the whole street to repair the ground road, leveled it with a bulldozer, bought several cars of sludge and leveled it on the street with our own forces. After some time, the slug went to the ground and after about a year and a half the operation had to be repeated again. We decided that it was quite meaningless and once dropped substantially large amounts of money just wrecked the road.

Moreover, the entire population of the street went out to level the imported concrete with blades, holding an epic mega-sabbath. Three days later, the people regretted their decision. The fact is that the roads in horticulture are very narrow, two cars can travel in just a few "boxes" on each street, so when at the peak hour on our new wonderful road a stream of cars around the traffic jams, many residents could not just leave the courtyard, but even just get out of the cage. In completion of the misfortune, a fool who carried on the gazelle the pipes installed in the body at the corner up, managed to break through the gas pipeline passing over the road, leaving all the gardening without gas for 3 days.

The logical decision was to install the shlagbaum, we collected the money again, we did not get used to it, and then went back 2 times, until we found a firm that installed a really "anti-vandal" shlagbaum, which fans couldn't break the traffic jams.

But fans free to use other people's work and money for free and here they found a way out. The calculation is extremely simple - inhabitants of gardening at the same peak hour return home, so every 10-15 minutes a car with a key comes to the shlagbaum. It is great! Instead of burning gasoline in the traffic jams, it is better to build a rope before the slump, shut down the engines and smoke for 10-15 minutes, until the Swiss approaches with the key, comes on foot and generously misses us, so that we can pass by ourselves!

And of course, in dialogue with drivers you can learn about yourself a lot of interesting things, first of all about the fact that if you want to live on a beautiful and comfortable street, then you are a bourgeois and a blooddrinker, it is time to hang on a pillar and crack.

The moral of this fairy tale is this: "If you want to live better - start with yourself! You will be bad at once.”