The coastal life began to seethe in such a way that the problems left in the sea seemed suddenly ridiculous.
Long been going to tinker with the machine. In the evening back from the garage. The road is deserted, goes through the park. The end of winter. Soon the birds chirp. Let the fuel oil robe. And I had to shove my hands in my pockets. There is nowhere to wash. All the same, the angels sing in the soul. And, I still have that gait. I'm a professional sailor.
I hear the creaking of brakes behind my back. I turn around. Foreign car doroguschy stops. Tinted glass is lowered. Ah, there's a painted spot there:

- The man! Will you give a lift?
- Thank! No, I answer:
“I’m messing with your whole car.”
But she clung so, barely managed to fight back.
Sometimes one case can turn the whole life. When I was a young boy, when I served in the army, I had to accidentally wash myself in a bathhouse with ten naked women. Since then, just attack some. I'm 55. I'm an old enough person. I thought it would pass with age. Where there! Every year it only gets worse.

My wife and I went to the market here. She pulled me out after 10 minutes by the sleeve:
- Can you behave yourself?
- What's the matter? -
I say:
- I'm not rude, not rude.
- That's what it is that you are not ham. And why do all women smile at you? - she does not lag behind.
- What am I to blame for being so charming. Let yourself smile. I hardly betray you, I spread my hands.

- That's what, charming! Collect manatki, load your Uazik and roll to the cottage to your dogs. They miss you so much. When you need me, I'll come to you. By the way, I promised to clean the well a long time ago, -
she is sentencing me.
- Well! This is something in the winter! -
I tried to rebel, but in the evening in the country I played with my adorable dogs. I have two German shepherds. The smartest guys.

In the morning I woke up from the barking of dogs and horn signals. There was a car at the gate. Upon learning that I was in exile, a grandfather with a dragon came to me. Grandfather is a senior mechanic. Dragon - boatswain. They call me master. So in the fleet our positions are called.
It’s not customary to throw your sailors in trouble. Here, even the wives of the Decembrists rest. Conferred not long. Dressed and immediately for the cause. Our grandfather in technology - Einstein. My old pump was so adjusted that in an hour the well was pumped out. And I found two decommissioned wetsuits. Because of the sick paws of the dragon decided to leave upstairs.
- Gentlemen, senior officers! How nice to lower the authorities! Moreover, in the well, -
Our boatswain is still a contagion, scribing, fastening wetsuits on us.

Again the dogs barked. At the gate is my neighbor, Uncle Peter. Old man 84 years old. Also from the fleet. He served in the 50s of the last century as a boatswain on a torpedo boat. For this reason, as a colleague, I am very respected.
- Guys! What are you doing here? - he immediately intervened in the process.
“My wife ordered the well to be cleaned,” I said.
- Your spouse has a roof. And, until the summer you can not wait? - he stared at me.
- Uncle Peter! Orders do not discuss. They are performed, - I cut him off.
- Master! There is! - He took his hand under the visor of his earflaps and immediately joined us. He put my dragon into place in two seconds, forcing him to obey. This is what old ferment means.

Going down to the drained well, my grandfather and I discovered the cause of the accident immediately. Cracked concrete ring. The water continued to flow, so it was impossible to delay. Upstairs, two experienced boatswains, by all the rules of the struggle for survivability, quickly mixed in a solution on liquid glass. And we didn’t learn how to seal holes with textbooks. By lunchtime, the well began to fill with clear spring water.
The house on the site I have not yet completed. But there is a luxurious bath with a huge cozy dressing room. There we are located. It was not supposed to sweat, so the bath was slightly heated. Only for comfort. Rinsed in the shower after dirty work.Bring the perfect order. We are sailors. We can not otherwise. And they began to prepare the table.

The guys brought everything to the impossibility. Yes, and my cellar is packed with the most manifolds. Grandfather of the car dragged a full box of whiskey. A terrible love happened to him a couple of decades ago in England. Then, so as not to go mad from the senses, and he got hooked on this Scottish drink. They cleaned them and cooked potatoes. Salatik nastrogali different. Even Olivier organized. Present. Nautical. With crabs. On kebabs decided not to bother. Uncle Peter ran for homemade pork sausage of his own cooking, which he immediately roasted on a griddle.
Having changed clothes, solemnly sat down at the table.
- Master! Like, the car rumbled? - grandfather pushed me.
- Empty. If anything, my guards will raise barking at the whole village, ”I said. Aha Security! Traitors!

Oh, here's what happened. The boatswain's wife brought the wife of the senior mechanic and mine with her jeep. My half got out of the car first, ordered the dogs to be silent and put them on a chain.
Once I unscrewed the cork of the first bottle, the door and the tail open! Here they are! All three! We already jumped in surprise.
While they came to their senses, the new arrivals unceremoniously sat down at our table, took a glass and began to eat salads with appetite.
And then I look, Uncle Petya did not jump up with us. Not at all confused. Having drunk with the ladies, she also takes a snack, leading a small talk. At the same time calls them exclusively girls. That's what old school means!

But we still came to ourselves and immediately joined this celebration of life. Uncle Peter, comfortably seated between my half and the dragon, rolled his eyes with pleasure:
- Passion, how I love young!
This is it to the women who are over 50. Our girls just melted with pleasure. And, when it came to his homemade sausage, he became the hero of the day.
To everyone's pleasure, the banquet was rapidly gaining momentum. And here...
- Guys! Hare to plump. It is time to start resuscitation, - after all, it is harmful to the grandfather's roe. Always make a bummer in the midst of fun. But nothing to do. The main law of the sea. A woman should always leave the ship happy. With women do not argue.

I brought from a polished well a bucket of fresh spring water, and the mystery of the preparation of "Napoleon" began. The girls we have trained. When men are engaged in a man's business, they prefer to keep quiet. Uncle Peter tried to stick his tips. For that, he immediately got a spoon on his forehead.
- This is not awl to eat! - sympathized with him dragon. The old boatswain of the Northern Fleet stared at her, wide-eyed with surprise and respect, and quiet down.
Resuscitation was successful. We sat a little more. Then Uncle Peter took the grandfather and the dragon with the spouses to sleep in our house, and my wife and I remained in the waiting room.
The next morning, it is not clear for any sins, the link for me was extended for an indefinite time. My half, smacking me on the lips, left a bunch of errands, got into the car and drove off along with everyone. From such injustice, I kicked my Uazik with my foot in the wheel.

Uncle Peter came up:
- Captain. Faithful sea omen. If the seagull is flying forward, the weather is bad.
“I, too, a philosopher,” I smiled.
- Did you extend the dry link? - He was worried.
“There are still half a box of Whiskey left in the bathhouse,”
I waved off. Uncle Petya cheered up:
- Master! Do not extinguish. We will solve your problems on time. In the evening I will call Sonya. My neighbor. She has long wanted to visit you. Just shy.
- Still, in the sailors there is something like that! - I hugged the old boatswain.
Here, I'm sitting with a laptop in a heated waiting room. I finish this story. Uncle Peter snoring on the couch. Sonya is gone. She has a lot to do tomorrow. And, life rolls on. So, do not perish!