I came to the cottage. Cold, damp, dull, and even the wind is strong. I open the lock on the gate. Sticks. Not amenable to immediate. It will be necessary to lubricate before leaving.
I look around. Where to start? The most important thing is to pour water from the barrel. And then it will freeze and I will lose the only whole barrel. I’ll take a larger bucket to scoop up water faster. Oh, it's hard to drag, and even the water strives to splash to its feet. No, on the contrary, it’s better to take a smaller bucket. Yes, really better, easier and without consequences.
Well, I didn’t hold it, I dropped the bucket! Where do you go right under your feet, cat? I almost crushed you! My feet are now wet ... I brought you food, brought, did not forget about you. Eat, eat. Still, over the summer I fed you. Not so scary ... Yes, ah ... Eat, eat. No, it's still ugly. One-eyed, incomprehensible piebald color, it’s good that even though the tail is covered with wool, it used to look more like a rat. And I never came up with a name for you.
Hurry up.
So, the barrel is empty. It is necessary to overturn it on its side so that again water does not run into it from the roof. Perhaps I’ll download it for the house so that it can’t be seen from the road and scrap metal lovers will not look at it. Although these comrades can find prey everywhere. Well, what if they don’t notice ... The house is blue, the barrel is blue ...
Hmm, why so many packages are lying around the house? .. Well, what to do with such a neighbor? Where does he get so many from? If only I could hide better ... The wind ... And so there is no time, and then collect this rubbish. No, I’ll leave the packages for later - there will be time - I will collect.
So what else needs to be done? Oh, I almost forgot - a row of celery has not been dug up. The only decoration of the cottage now is green, curly, puffy. Well - a dozen tubers, and the bucket is full. I succeeded with me this year. The soul rejoices.
Yes, how I did not immediately notice them! Roses, roses somehow do not want to admit that the cold is about to come - they are blooming. I’ll cut them, perhaps. Well then! Beautiful and large bouquet turned out! Did not expect! I’ll make mom happy! A white rose, it turns out, smells strong and pleasant. I didn’t notice in the summer.
All. It's getting dark. It's time to go. I am walking along the road. There is a bucket of celery in one hand and roses in the other. I look beautiful! No, giving is good! It's a pleasure! This is the mood!