The Hunger

I remember, in my childhood, my grandmother constantly smoothed underwear, stood at the board all day long, wandered still, how her legs hurt, and how householders do not appreciate her work. Then one day my mom said "Nahoo! There will be no more clothes in our house!" (without naughty, of course, but in the sense of close). The grandmother switched to the oak about the fact that every day you need to cook a lunch of three dishes and compot.
That was almost 40 years ago. Indeed nothing changes.