I came to the country. It's cold, damp, dull, and the wind is strong. I open the lock on the gate. Seizes. Lends itself not immediately. It will be necessary to grease before leaving.
I look around. With what to begin? The most important thing is to pour the water out of the barrel. And then it will freeze and I will lose the only whole barrel. I'll take a bucket to get the water out faster. Oh, it's hard to drag, and even the water is trying to spill out onto your feet. No, on the contrary, it is better to take a smaller bucket. Yes, it is really better, easier and without consequences.
Well, I could not help it, dropped the bucket! Where are you going right under your feet, cat? I almost crushed you! My legs are now wet... I brought you food, brought it, did not forget about you. Eat, eat. After all, I fed you for the summer. It's not such a terrible thing... Yes-ah... Eat, eat. No, it's still ugly. One-eyed, incomprehensible piego color, it is good though the tail wool overgrown, or earlier it was more like a rat. But I never thought of a name for you.
We must hurry.
So, the barrel is empty. It is necessary to knock it over on its side, so that water does not run into it again from the roof. Perhaps, I'll download it for the house, so that you can not see from the road and the scammers do not look at it. Although these comrades everywhere can find prey. Well, what if they do not notice... The house is blue, the barrel is blue ...
Hmm, why are there so many packs behind the house... Well, what to do with such a neighbor? Where does he get so many? Though I would hide better... The wind... And so there is no time, and then collect this trash. No, I will leave the packages for later - there will be time - I will collect..
So, what more do you need? Oh, I almost forgot - a celery ryadeya not dug up. The only decoration of the cottage is now green, curly, pyshnenky. Well, there are a dozen tubers, and the bucket is full. He managed it this year. The soul rejoices.
Yes, I did not notice them at once! Roses, roses do not want to admit that the cold is about to come - they are blooming. I'll cut them, perhaps. Well, you must! A beautiful and big bouquet turned out! Did not expect! Mom will please! A white rose, it turns out, smells strongly and pleasantly. Did not notice in the summer..
All. It's getting dark. It's time to go. I'm walking along the road. In one hand a bucket of celery, in the other a rose. Look beautiful! No, giving is good! It's a pleasure! This mood!