Daria.

The Lord woke me before the light. To go to the hellbane far and troublesome - in the dark you can step on the snake. I sit down on a wooden tub in which my sisters and I walk in need, at night or in winter, in cold. It is fast. I wake sisters. Nastya wakes up quickly, but Nick grumbles, does not want to open her eyes. Then Nastya and I embark on a morning prayer. We pray specifically loudly. Our sleepyard wakes up. Nick is a sinner. Slept naked. She has no hair in her lower abdomen. Bald skin and this attracted my attention. It is visible so poor was born.

She does not sit on the tub, and without fear of snakes, she goes to the needy. When he returns, he takes water from the iron pot and crouches over the tub, bathes the mid-breed. Squishes loudly, I even felt funny.

- Pasha loves when my lips are clean. - Tells me, noticing my smile. - You, girls, also need to wash every morning and evening. Have you washed them?

- What mouth are you talking about? - I ask.

She crouches so sinfully and shows her obscenity. Nastya and I had already seen this with the older sisters, washing ourselves there in the bath, after the blood, but did not know that it was a mouth. While I was washing, this sinner began to dress. Some kind of cloth, in which she stuck both legs, hid disgrace. Another rag supports sisi. Your deeds are wonderful, O Lord!

Now the meal. Bread is running out, you need to put a leaven for the dough, but I don’t know whether we will bake bread here.

- Nick, you need to bake bread, but the dough does not reach the lunch meal.

- No need to bet. We take with us the leaven and upon arrival home, we will immediately deliver. I'll call Pasha now. And you start to cut birds.

While we said a prayer, Nick talked to my husband.

- Paschenka, good morning, my sunshine. Pash, we have collected here all that valuable. Need a transport. Talk with Vasya, let him come here.

- Well, you are my clever, I also thought about it in the morning, I phoned the forester. We'll be there in an hour. I kiss you, my joy.

I glanced at the little ones that weighed in the prayer house. Three-quarters of the seventh hour. Crossing over, pulled up her weights.

- Sisters, we need to hurry. - Nika gently stroked Nastya on the shoulder. - Put the process on the conveyor. One beheads, the other plucks, and the third gut.

“True, you say, sister Nick.” So it will be faster.

At the chicken coop, having prayed, I bind the hen's paw with a rope, chop off the head and hang it on the bough so that it runs off blood. While the first is beating, Nastya is preparing the second - she is connecting her paws. When I decapitate the third, the first one does not move. Nika takes it and plucks it.

Fourteen chicken souls went to the Lord. I begin to singe the carcass of fluff on the fire. And cats at this time eat offal. By the time my husband and Vasily arrive, only feathers remind us of the massacre, which Nastya rakes in a heap.

- Hello, little wives.

- Hello beloved. - This sinner herself kisses Paul.

- Hello, my husband. - Says Nastya.

- Hello, my strict and fair husband. - I say. - We have to feed you. Go to the hut.

- Well, Dasha. We eat, but only after loading. - My husband appreciated my respect, looked into my eyes. Nastya still lowers them down. - We take out things to the car, we look what things to put the first, what above. And what may have to leave - the car is not rubber.

Word not familiar to me. I'll ask later, but for now I will say a prayer ...

The inside of the car is big, a lot of things fit, but the bags and canvas have to be loaded onto the roof of the car, as Vasily calls it - Shnivy. I'll ask later. Chicken carcasses, pickles and cereals are barely placed inside the shnivy.

Pavel said that we shall take away the mortar with pestle and the loom later.We leave the shovels and garden utensils in the barn — we’ll have to come back here, pile up the potatoes, then harvest the crops ...

I am curious how Vasily orders the car to get under way, walk up to the window. Something turned - the car purred. Something pulled - the car went. There are no reins in the car, but there is a black wheel - you need to turn it. To the right to go on the right. Oh how easy! We will come home, I will immediately ask to ride - no need to turn the stirrups, the four wheels will not let fall. Lord, how great you are! And how simple you are!

The car is hidden behind the trees, the first time I step behind the forbidden line. Stop sinner! Wait!

I turn around. I am saying a prayer of gratitude to the skete who raised me, Nastya. Something is stinging in the nose, some rubbish gets into the eyes ...

Pull the cow behind you. Ahead comes my husband, rolls the lisaped, and drags the abutting cow, which is tied with a rope to the mechanism.

When we go out onto the road covered with something gray, for the first time I see a big car. She goes to meet us. Cows get scared, trying to escape into the forest. And I'm not afraid - the Lord keeps, the Lord punishes. But having remembered Him in vain, I cross the brow.

Cars come across not often - the Lord decided to take care of the cattle. Tired of working with a cow, I see a straight line of the road, not hidden by the forest. SO far I never looked. From here you can see the edge of the Earth. How many kilometers is it? I will ask later, I will reproach Nick for the fairy tale about the round Earth.

After the colorful standard is shown. I read the inscription. "Motel Bates". Like Cyrillic, but nothing is clear.

And here it is, our new home. The roofs in this hermitage are covered with something wavy, gray. There are no grasses on them, only stone pipes stick out, smoked with smoke.

Dog. How long have I not seen dogs. Poke wet in my palm. I forgot about the dog's wet noses. Vasily has already unloaded the car, waiting at the house.

- Nika, you and I, as the strongest, will lead the cows to the forest, we will tie them there so that we will not run away.

- They are not yet milked. - I'm talking tired. - Where are the troughs? And here they are. Nastya, let's go milk.

- Nick, my love ...

- I'll start now, Pash. - Immediately understands Nick that you need to prepare a meal. - Just pee.

Paul.

Nika is preparing dinner, I and Vasily bring products to the house that may be lost. I set aside three carcasses and a large kolob (three kilograms) of oil. The freezer, inherited from grandfather Makar, is stuffed with bird carcasses with a few kilograms of oil. Pickles, honey attributed to the glacier. There is no ice in it, but still cool. Cereals and flour are placed in lari, specially iron-bound, so that the mice do not get to edibles.

I put a glass jar of honey and a jar of pickled tomatoes and cucumbers to the oil and birds.

- Vasya, you can take this yourself. We have as you see this stuff in bulk. Milk now find what to pour.

- Men! Wash your hands. - Nick and the girls laid the table.

We waited for the girls to pray before the meal - they should not break the tradition now. We eat as silently as we did the work.

Then I consult with my wives and Basil where to keep the cows. To not far from home and away from the road. If in that hermitage the territory was symbolically fenced with forest, then here you need to look for a lawn and somehow monitor the cattle.

For now the best solution is to drive them into the barn and mow the grass. Across the road, a couple of hundred meters away, there is a gully, where juicy grass grows. Mow while there, then fence the plot and graze cattle in the beam.

Nika, who remains on the farm, is instructed to pick up other clothes for Daria and Nastya. Move to the attic that he considers necessary. And the three of us, with braids and rakes on the edge, we are going to mow the grass.

Girls endorsing the grass, remove the scarves from the heads.

- Dasha and Nastya. I release you from the obligatory wearing of scarves.

- And with other men? - Asks Nastya. She never gets used to looking at my face.

- In any cases. Whether home, in the courtyard or in the city. When there will be frosts, you will put on what mom will say.

- Your mother? - Unison sounded the question.

- Now she and you mom. We start to mow. I am the first, you follow.

Vzhuk ... Vzhuk ...

Whole hour, without stopping. I turn around.

- How much is enough for a cow?

- Here are two squeegee sacks push with hay and carry.Not enough to go for a long time ....