My wife brought me a melody: let’s buy it! Flowers and everything. I got overwhelmed, made a few calls and on a beautiful May day with my wife and child went to arrange a surprise for them. The house was 20 minutes from the house, had a beautiful brick flange 3x3, electricity and fruit and berry plantations. All the weekend I cut grass, and my wife planted flowers – a holiday home, not potatoes. The next weekend I excavated the land, and my wife roasted the strawberries. Then I planted cucumbers, zucchini (what land to lose), and my wife was driving with me less and less... On a beautiful autumn day, sitting at the extinguishing fire, my wife told me: “You know, husband... Probably the land is not mine... Let’s sell it?” But then the wife repeatedly admired the wisdom of her husband. And for the “saved” money we went to the sea.