Obsessive neighbor in the cottage: how to his home!

Life in the village is associated with druzhnostyu residents and warm relations with its neighbors. But only those who are in a village some never lived. And every rural dweller knows how much new you can learn about yourself from yesterday's gossip and the like are sometimes shamelessly neighbors.

Not all. I have the honor every day to chat with the only ones in the name of retired couples.

Woman, let's call it Alevtina, very brisk and "direct." Her husband goes, Gregory, looking zatyukali. Spouse is constantly yelling at him, pulls on any occasion, and he just nods his head. And corrected. At first I was even a little sorry for Grisha, but then I realized: a man happy with everything and it feels in the background is very comfortable.

So they go to our dacha. Ahead of an active step Alevtina and Gregory mince slightly behind her. It would look very funny if it were not repeated regularly.

A couple of drops in on us uninvited guests almost every day, day and night.

Sitting, I weed the flower bed, not bothering anyone. "Oh, and what do you have here is growing?" - like a bolt from the blue came the stentorian female voice from the greenhouse.

It turns out, Alevtina, not even saying hello, walked into a greenhouse, and the first time saw the black tomatoes. "That's why to plant them, when so many of the old varieties tested??? Very young crazy, have tomatoes like eggplant! ". "Yes, yes, good old" - Gregory buzzing undertone.

And in a tone talk constantly. Alevtina comes - is looking for something to cling to - criticize and says it should. Flatters his vanity. In the spirit of "you are incompetent, and I know how to."

I got. I somehow uncomfortable to send her because people older than me and well communicated with my parents. But my husband does not stand on ceremony as he sent her... in your garden. Sosedushka more to it does not cling, but tells everyone how bad.

Lock gate - tried. Closed heck further whet Alevtina. At first she struggled pulls the handle back and forth. Metal gate, of course, make a loud clank.

"What were locked? Yet your own! Or do you have diamonds that are afraid of thieves? Ha-ha-ha " - I heard in the garden. "Hih, huh, in chairs probably uhihihah" - says Gregory. Alevtina reaches through the gap and deftly throws the heck ...

we can not have a dog. Both work. But once I came to us from a friend of mine, adorable pug. Neighbors certainly smelling the smoke from the brazier, quickly went to check the morality.

Alevtina familiar gesture opens the gate, crumpled behind the lilac bush, and suddenly begins to yell "Dog! Dog! Do-Be-ri-te !!!". It mopsik decided it sniff, but ran out of cry. I scared myself. Friend of the dog in his arms, moaning and groaning Alevtina sent to the table... She then has a month to come to us, first of all asked where the dog.