Village Death
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Well in the village home, the smell of hay and ... .. - well, why just by shit? It is low-grade word can be replaced with something original, like "cattle" well, or even easier .... "Oats". Well in the village home, the smell of hay and oats! So or…. If it is too banal, it is possible and millet. Well in the village home, the smell of hay and millet! That's cool!
But oh well, let's talk a little bit about sad. A cheerful little later on. As they say, starting for the peace, and the finish for the health.
So, what can be said about the village of N?
The first thing is that everything is already drank themselves. It used to be, the old woman Nura told how in ancient times (when Stalin was still young), local village kid staged fights, going all night and staged's holidays, no sadness, only a sunny holiday mood. The men played the harmonica, and the women danced. Everywhere were heard songs, laughter, funny voice. Energy was - more than enough!
And now what? In the evening, if anyone is going, it's drunkards. Liquor was absolutely full. Nothing to do in the village, we sit on the fun, as the saying goes. Old men drink too much, and the old woman quietly immersed in dream in their own huts. And this dream gradually grows and grows, until does not turn into something more mysterious about what I think everyone realizes.
The second is that there is no work. Yes, work is not a damn. All the young has long been settled in the cities. But local sit and suck your finger. Artwork is not all. If only on the farm on a pig farm ... And then it was before. And now everything is cleaned up to the hands of the US corporation, which has a boss - a very big bump in the world. And the plant that the corporation has a place left. Therefore, there is no work. No, and that's it. Though the horse's ass Climb.
Third, it is that much (: censored:) mortality. Yes, the death rate in these days even big. And in the villages, and even more. Dying out entire villages. In the surrounding villages are said to the old woman, left a half human. Extinction (: censored:) is a terrible thing. Cemeteries are filled, already there is no place to bury. A lyudёv it becomes less and less alive. But as you come to visit the grave of his grandfather Kohli, so no fucking empty place. Left the tomb, on the right, another, another three behind. And where is live, then? And here life is fucking ... died.
Fourth, it is the fact that in the village of N is not the cows left. Yes, there is not. All meat sold. How so? Living beings, you know. And they, fucking shit, give at slaughter. Not good…. Oh, how wrong something. Cow, Well, it gave earlier life. I remember as a child my grandmother all the time for fresh milk Aunt Julia ran. And now Aunt Julia was ill, Uncle Borya died and a cow to do - not Sure. That's relatives decided to give them to the slaughter. And the fact that she was there like tar, eats grass and lows without end. On pay slaughter, yes money get. And these money something to take home and arrange. That's all. Cows no dick remains. Don`t know. Life became empty and .... useless. Previously, many cows was that Counting broke. And now what? Cow - a rarity already. If you see at least one already appears emotions. And before them there was so much that eyes scatter in different directions.
The fifth is that there is no .... your mother, cheerful spirit. Yes, the spirit somewhere evaporated. All started with some dried roach. They do not want, do not know how anything. Disappears village something because of this ... pohu. Apathy. Who does not ask, he can not or does not want. That done, Uncle Fyodor, a mechanic. His work was best - all repaired. That one was a decent fellow. And even then, he has recently died wife, with whom he lived for 30 years. I came then it is a neighboring village to our native, young, beautiful, healthy. And then one aunt 40-year-old caught sight of the young man is married and immediately asked for. Well Fedka something agreed. A Th there? The aunt was like simpotnaya. And they healed a long time. But then she died of a heart attack, and Fedka one left. Sadness flooded his heart. But he did not give up, the other something. It could also send all read the word of three letters, and he is on the contrary, become kinder and help people become. He is real master, do everything. Here is a sample should be taken from all Fedka.
Here Che with a village going, well done you good. Dying village somewhere. But the city is now filled with fucking vengeance. Each city - is like a little China. Do not force the way, in short. A village and die out. And who would have cared? Yes anyone. No village is not needed. Rather, she and wither away. No wonder they say that soon the whole Eurasia will turn into a giant metropolis.
But oh well, it was a sad word. Really sad. And now we move on to a little fun. Returning skilful.
And still well in the village home. Come and feel that there is something dear to you. And even though you can see permanent wilting your village, but if today's the day to live - and then we can get a lot of pleasure. If you enjoy every day held. If you write about all this ... .. If you listen to the stories of local people and talk to them. Ah, well all the same in their native village. All is not lost, though, and is moving into Tartarus. Lets hope in best things, friends.
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