The glass gives birth to the vocal.

I have a childhood story that taught me how to behave properly in marriage.

Dad has a friend. The Cousine Uncle. In fact, Uncle Vasya, but after years no one remembers it anymore. Dad is a servant. Thirty years ago, they served together, first in Turkmenistan, then in Gatchina. After Dumbledore, we were very friendly.

At some point in life, everyone got wives, families and Kuzya's uncle disappeared. He was called, called to sit down, came to congratulate him on his birthday, he gratefully grieved his hands, turned his eyes away and went to the house, at the door of which the wife stood in the position of a sugarcake. Uncle Kuzya abandoned hunting, abandoned fishing. The wife said it was a terrible wild hobby and would rather help in the garden. Friends drag him down and on the weekend it is better to come to thee. He helped and drove. He blasted and condemned.

I don’t know what happened to them later, but they divorced. Friends helped get up on their feet and very suddenly appeared aunt Kuzya (in fact, aunt Ir, but who is interested in it). I remember how he brought her to know, she was terribly embarrassed and tried to like, because they were his friends.

She never went fishing before this relationship, but when she saw him burn with it, she decided to try. and carried. Winter fishing, summer fishing, the purchase of boats, wickets (initially, there was one - his). She told me how they had almost fought for that whip.

My uncle has bloomed. He gave up an unloved job, helped her in her hobby work - she took photos in schools / gardens, started selling what they caught together, remembered hunting, they started riding for two-week alloys.

Now to them, specifically, come from all over the country, they have 13, only cargo, boats (+ inflatable), he leads entire groups, knows all the hunting land, all the fish. There is always a fridge in the freezer. They burn their eyes, they talk about their travels (how they, bad ones, were caught out of the ice (we do not approve)), show videos, call with them, offer tetereva, eat fish.

She never gets tired of repeating that it was the best, in life, decision to support her man. And with us, the children (some already under 30), they remained one whole - Uncle and Aunt Kuzya.

- Vasya, why are these neighboring chickens stopped walking into our garden?
At night I laid twenty eggs on the beds, and in the morning before the eyes of the neighbors gathered.

Conversation with my husband:

What do you like most about me?

I don’t know, maybe your nose. You are still fun.

My daughter passes by (6 years old)

Dad, what are you? I need to tell my mom that she has beautiful breasts!