– You understand, Vitya, we don’t need a city, – grandmother Valya insisted, slipping pies to her grandson. – Do city girls really know how to take care of a man? Do you like my cucumbers, pies? And urban – only books are read and entertained! Here you helped me – I hoed potatoes, tied up tomatoes. And if there was a village wife, I would immediately weed the carrots. It’s hard with the city, Vitya.
– Grandma, the Pies are delicious, borscht too. Don’t worry, the girl isn’t here yet, and I’m not going to get married. But I’ll do as you say, ” Victor smiled.
He finished his compote, said goodbye, and left. But the grandmother felt that her grandson was not telling her something. And indeed, Viktor liked Alina from the technical department. They didn’t cross paths at work, but when they organized a joint tour, he realized: this is a chance. They met, and Alina was also interested in him. Victor began to accompany her home, and one day she offered:
– Will you come in? My parents are at home. My mother asks if I’m in love – I come late, with flowers. I want to introduce you.
“Have you fallen in love?” Victor asked. – Because I am. So let’s go to your parents.
Alina’s parents liked it, and when they decided to get married, Viktor remembered his grandmother:
– Alina, we need to visit my grandmother in the village. If I don’t introduce you before the wedding, she’ll be offended. But she wanted me to have a wife from the village.
“I’m a city girl,” Alina smiled. – I envied my grandmothers in the village all my childhood-I only went to the camps.
“Don’t worry, let’s go,” Victor said.
Before the trip, Alina decided to dress in a rustic way: a skirt, a blouse. My grandmother greeted them warmly: tea, pies, potatoes and cutlets. “Finally you didn’t come by yourself, granddaughter! Maybe I’ll live to see my great – grandchildren, ” my grandmother rejoiced. – Alinochka, please go to the garden and pick fresh herbs.
Alina quickly returned with a bunch of greenery. At the table, she talked about her family, sincerely answered all questions. My grandmother made the sign of the cross over them: “be happy, children. I will definitely come to the wedding.
Viktor lingered while his grandmother was making jam for them, and quietly asked: “how do you like Alina?”
Grandma smiled slyly. Both beautiful and beautifully dressed. Only she picked greens not dill and parsley, but carrot tops – apparently, she does not know village life. But I tried, immediately ran, did not refuse. She spoke to me politely. It’s obvious that he loves you. And most importantly-that people are good and love each other. I joked about the “city” – so that there would be sincere love, support between you, and that together through life. Now I’m waiting for your wedding and great-grandchildren. Thank you, granddaughter, for such joy!
