When the grandson was born, I packed two bags of guests and rushed to them, but the parents of the son-in-law were not so generous.

What is nobility Many people understand. But only a few can truly be called noble people. Those who, not by word, but by personal example, show themselves with a generous, selfless side and do not boast about this fact at all. What is it, character, upbringing, maybe genes? Tough question, you can't answer it right away. The only thing we can say for sure is that it is not profitable to be noble these days. Every second one will try to play it.



But the problem is that sometimes, even if you don’t want to, it’s worth holding back your negative emotions and pretending that you’re the most generous, humblest and most generous person on Earth. Turn a blind eye to others’ shortcomings and tolerate other people’s behavior. Why? Because circumstances require it. Every adult sooner or later faces this. And it would be nice to have the nerves endured and there were no breakdowns. Otherwise, you can fail not only yourself, but also other people. This is no longer a gate at all.

Someone knows how to earn with his mind, someone is used to getting money with his hands. I, not having much physical strength and not having received a good education, at one time decided to go to work in another country. Yeah, for a living. And having worked in this way for 15 years, she was able to earn housing, put two children on her feet and not divorce her beloved husband. Let’s not forget that we are villagers. And we know firsthand what labor and plowing are.

When it became difficult to live in the village, I decided to risk almost all the money we had at the time. What were the options? Two young children, a husband with a sick heart, a house and a small household. You have to do something to make something work. But, at that time, working abroad was not so popular and I got excellent conditions and salary. In general, you could say, lucky. I’ve seen a lot of women who wanted to get a job, but they just didn’t have enough money for a long time. So they left with nothing.



They had a wedding present – some kind of service or similar nonsense. My father and I donated an apartment. In the city, because Zina wanted to live with her loved one and, admittedly, had every moral right to do so. I did not say anything to my new relatives: I myself understood that not everyone has an extra penny. Why would we ruin our relationship? Move on.

A year and a half later, when I was still working in Spain, my daughter made me happy on the phone with news. Congratulations on being a grandmother soon. Such good news made me come home again. But then, when the grandson was born. Of course, I didn't come here empty-handed. I had to help my daughter’s family, at the same time and not forget about the baby. I had two huge bags of baby stuff and stuff for babies. At home, it all happened, too. But I am a village man, how could I know what was going on in our city?

But the mother and father-in-law came with a package of some cheap toys, sweets and a kind word. Well, at least not. I looked at them and realized that not all residents of the city are arranged in life. I mean, come on. But my couma, which I saw every day through my phone screen, looked better. So maybe the main thing is to catch on. And here it is – in a city, a village, another country. That's the rest of it.



Well, at least I wasn't ashamed of my son-in-law. He's good. He got a job, started climbing the career ladder and became a master of his craft. At least that's what my daughter told me about him. He also bought the car with his own money. Not new, yes. But a foreign car without credit. So I knew that if they didn’t fight over trifles, over time, their family would be quite successful. Slowly, slowly. Not all at once.

It's been six months since I've been back for good. I missed my husband, I had plans to renovate our village house, and I was tired. You can't make all the money here. Why are they needed in such numbers? Of course, I met my daughter, grandson, son-in-law. They wanted to come back, but they failed. They live in the same town where their son lives. How is that? Oh, come on.



And a week ago, we agreed with matchmakers to go to the city together to see building materials for repairs. They come to us, we have a bath, homemade food, my husband wanted to put tincture, but it is impossible – matchmaker driving. And that's the funny thing. Why? Yes, because after a delicious lunch, and heading to the city, the matchmaker missed the traffic light at the turn and unsuccessfully flew into the high city curb. Good thing you didn't hurt anyone.

But who did he ask for half the cost of repairs on arrival? That's right. I went with them, too. And my husband. So here we go. Money for a barrel. At first I thought it was a joke and even laughed. But no, the son-in-law's parents were serious about this. I had to promise that the next time we met, I would give everything: I would only bring money for shopping. Did you know that my husband and I took a taxi home?



That's her life. You think you understand everything about her. Or at least a little. But no, sometimes there are such misunderstandings and at least stand down. The son is a normal, hard-working guy. And the character is pleasant. But parents are the full paragraph. The interesting thing is, both of them. They found each other and had a baby. If someone told me, I wouldn't believe it. I hope the genes don't come from grandparents. Otherwise, my daughter will be so sweet.