After leaving, a relative discovered that indoor plants were broken off - it turns out that this is magic
Relatives, as they say, are not chosen. And even in our quite intelligent family, in which there are 24 teachers in several generations, there is everything ...
I communicate with some of my cousins and sisters much more and more often than with my own sister, who lives very far away and we rarely see each other. And since my mother's family had 6 children, and my father's family had three children, I have a lot of cousins. And among them there is a part with which I do not communicate at all, although I know about their existence. They live in our city, but life has hardly pushed us apart. They have their own way of life, which is unacceptable for me, our family has its own. I think that many people understand me and also do not maintain close relations with all relatives.
And what was my surprise when the wife of one of my cousins knocked at the gate. Lesha is a very silent, shy guy, I, in principle, like him. He works as a driver, he used to be a truck driver, but then he was seriously ill and now he drives a truck. And his wife Lyuba is the embodiment of the Russian concept of "boy-woman" in the flesh. Weighing about one and a half centners, loud and impudent.
And so, to my surprised greeting, she said that since they did not wait for an invitation to a new home, she herself came to see how we live. But then, apparently, she realized that she was going too far and made it all a joke: "I passed by, decided to go in, to be curious."
I, of course, invited her into the house, but I immediately warned that we were not gathering guests yet, since the house was not completed yet, inside on the 1st floor, construction was still in full swing. "So not only they were not invited" - I decided to be sarcastic, in turn.
Lyuba left her bags in the hallway. Then she walked around all the rooms, turned on all the taps, almost doused herself with water in the shower, even looked into a couple of cabinets in the kitchen to check if there were any closers.
Of course, I offered tea, put on the kettle and began to set the table. And she went to the living room, which is not finished. Wallpaper, paint, primer are still stacked in it, that is, a warehouse of finishing materials. There are also boxes with vegetables - tomatoes, onions, garlic. And there are indoor flowers that I prepared for transfer to new ones, just bought for the interior of the rooms, pots.
I like large flowers, mainly, I have deciduous samples, because my son used to be allergic to pollen. Ficus Benjamin, Fat woman, Ficus rubbery, Kalanchoe. They stood on a low table, and next to it was a bucket of soil.
The kettle boiled, Lyuba and I sat for a while, she told stories about relatives. Basically, I was wondering, I am not at all opposed to her. I will definitely tell you a couple of stories, which are quite instructive.
But even Lyuba realized that she had stayed too long and was getting ready to go home. My husband took the car from me when he left for work. This was a disappointment for her, because it is rather difficult to carry her weight on foot. (That is why her words "passed by" sounded funny)
I called her a taxi and paid 80 rubles to her house, which caused a flood of gratitude. And with relief she locked the gate and returned to the house.
She cleaned up the table and went into the living room to study flowers, as she intended. But - oh, horror! The top of one of the ficus shoots was broken off. What a pity! It grows so slowly, every leaf counts! I looked again and saw that the fat woman had several shoots broken off. And the Kalanchoe is mercilessly beheaded. Ficus Benjamin got it too.
In a rage, I was ready to go to this impudent home and express everything that was boiling. That's the hospitality fee! But then my husband returned. He, of course, does not consider a couple of broken branches to be a great tragedy, so he reassured me in every possible way.
He and Lesha have a good relationship and her husband said that he would call him himself. After a while, he returned and said, they say, Lyuba thinks that stolen flowers grow better. That is why she secretly broke off the shoots. Like it's such a magic ritual that you can't take offense at.
There are no words, just no words from such meetings with relatives!
How would you feel about this kind of magic in your home?