The neighbor carries us overgrown chicken cucumbers every weekend, even though he's a villager

A few houses away from us, our neighbor Fyodor lives. He builds a house on his plot, set up a vegetable garden, set up a greenhouse. Lives in a rented apartment. So far, only the first floor has been taken out, this year he is going to build an attic and close the roof. Our relations are quite neighborly, when we meet we talk about our village affairs and concerns.

Lately Fedya has started bringing me overgrown cucumbers for chickens on weekends. After all, the whole village knows that we have chickens, thanks to the throaty rooster Petka, which starts its cries from 4 o'clock in the morning.

Fedya says that it is a pity to throw away the cucumbers, so he gives them to us for free. This is, in principle, a normal practice in the village. I also gave away all sorts of waste and surplus that are suitable for livestock feed.

Of course, my chickens love cucumbers very much, they leave thin crusts from them, they peck everything out.

But I asked him why he was overgrowing cucumbers like that, they had to be picked every day. It turned out that Fedya and his wife work in the province, travel 100 kilometers for shifts, in the "three in three" mode. But, since there are not enough workers, sometimes they have "four in three", and in different ways. And then their garden is left unattended for these days. Therefore, cucumbers in the greenhouse, of which a lot are planted, mercilessly outgrow. Some of the relatives go to water, but only they themselves go to collect.

It turns out that in our small town they could not find a job, but in the province they make good money, they pay well at the construction site, especially for overtime. So the house will be built, but otherwise - nothing. Salaries in our city are minimal.

I thought that Fedya and his wife, in principle, found a good solution for applying their skillful hands. But it's good that their daughter is already studying in the province, and they rent an apartment for her there, in which they themselves also live. And if the children were small, then such a way of earning money would definitely not suit people.

How, nevertheless, our life is ruined, that we have to travel 100 kilometers to a construction site, which is led by some oligarch, in order to build a small house in the village!

On the other hand, it turns out that my neighbor is the same guest worker who works in one place, and invests everything else in another place. Of course, the state is one, but the analogy suggests itself.

And today again I see that there is a bag at the gate, I already know that it was Fedya who brought another batch giant cucumbers that did not wait for their owners, who are working in another city to build their house.