Came across a sad story from Central Russia, could not pass by:
From the former Soviet Union closer to the Lipetsk moved family, with a dream, with desire, with forces to do something, to live well, right, and godly.
In a small village looked after the house, bought it, then bought a nearby plot of land, settled down, looked around. Decided to breed poultry – turkeys, ducks geese Yes, since meat is the most dietary and “clean”, and does not require such efforts, as caring for the cattle.
However, the enormous work – worked my butt off, day and night, things went uphill – took a couple of the stronger man for serious work and several women to care for the bird. Again, from the local, because in the village there is no work and only alcohol offered jobs and money.
A good thing after all?
The salary is small, but paid regularly. The condition of the employer was not to steal.
For the holidays – Birthday – New Year – March 8 – “award” – in the form of a favourite goose, or Turkey.
But pulled the hosts to set the camera and then began another series of “Let them Talk” – sold food, steal, bully.
All fired.
A week later the farm was set on fire, the bird has burned, the business end, the matter was taken out a big loan still outstanding.
Neighbors of the farmers did not like, gloated, no pity, kind words not said.
Joyfully and because innocent bird also died.
Know, remember and Gogol, and Chekhov, recall stories about the village. At all times it was. Really, if people are working, not drinking with everyone
in debt to a stranger does not – so kurkuli, and it serves them.
And please move this story to another “small” business somewhere on the outskirts of Moscow, where the remnants of the lads from the nineties still thrives, and that selling greens on the street – parsley and dill – also you have to pay.
Where is no envy, there’s a roof, where the roof and exorbitant taxes. And how possible your own small business?
