Family Stories
Stories about Childhood in the USSR
Andrew Budhi
© Andrew Budhi, 2020
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Family Stories, or Notes about Our Features
(the small narrative in short stories)
Everyone is somewhat similar to each other in our large family. For example, my mother is like my grandmother in figure and my grandfather in sense of humor. Dad has a voice like his father, my other grandfather. I have my mothers eyes and ears, and I laugh and scratch my head like my father But each of us has something special, as my grandfather says, the personal features, which manifests itself not in appearance, but in behavior, in a special approach to doing something. Sometimes I noticed that mom and dad were doing the same thing differently, but I didnt pay any attention to it. One day my grandmother told my parents: Yes, your approach to many things, your methods of solving problems is different, but the result is simply amazing. I dont know if she was talking about repairs or our upbringing or something else, but from that moment I decided to observe the different approaches of my relatives, and this is what I got.
Mothers Approach
On Saturday, my mother got up early and started cleaning. At first, she thought a little: cleaning or repair? She chose the cleaning. Dad was on a business trip for the second day, and mom didnt want to do repairs without him. Generally speaking, we did repairs about four years ago. But in recent months, my mother constantly did not like something somewhere, and the words new repair sounded often. At the next mention of repairs, dad would grab his briefcase and run off to work: he can work in his lab on weekends. In the doorway he usually spoke: The money is in the nightstand. You can take and repair whatever you want, and Im happy with everything I have now
The cleaning was routine, not general. My mother dusted and mopped the bedroom and living room floors. We did the cleaning ourselves in the nursery room yesterday. My mother said we could clean on Friday during the holidays. We did it all day while my mother was at work. But we did it only when she came and organized the whole process. So we slept, and my mother looked in the nursery and went to wash the kitchen.
Still, the wallpaper needs to be replaced, she told herself as she finished mopping the floor. Its eight oclock the store is already open. Ill go and buy the wallpaper. My mother has long looked for new wallpaper for the kitchen at a nearby store. She changed clothes resolutely, but as she went to the door, she remembered that she would not move the kitchen cabinets without our father. Mom hovered for a few minutes at the door, then looked carefully at the wallpaper in the hallway and decided to replace it: nothing needs to be moved in the corridor. She fixed her hair and ran merrily to the store. She returned a few minutes later. Mom walked around the corridor with a tape measure, a piece of paper, and a felt-tip pen and ran away again. She came back about two hours later.
We were already awake and rattling pots in the kitchen in search of breakfast.
You can imagine, the necessary wallpaper was not in the store, said my mother, I had to go to another one and then to the construction market And look at that, what a fun color I found!
Mom, we should have breakfast, we said.
You should find something, make some sandwiches, and go for a walk, she replied and hurried to change clothes.
We were leaving on the street, and that time my mother was trying to pull off the first strip of wallpaper in the corner of the corridor with a spatula.
Bye, mom, we shouted.
Dont come back soon, she replied.
We would have walked until night, but I wanted to have lunch, especially there was no breakfast as such. We arrived about three hours later. My mother was still busy in the corner of the hall.
Why do you so early? she asked, but didnt turn around.
We want to have dinner very much, we replied.
Cook the macaroni, make the salad, and go outside, said mom, dont you see: Im doing repairs.
Repair was not visible. I could see the half-torn strip of wallpaper and my mother panting. What was the strange glue? she said. I cant wash the wallpaper off or peel it off. We ate and left.
Late in the evening, the picture of the renovation was more optimistic: my mother tore off two whole strips of wallpaper and was going to start a third.
Mom, its nine oclock. Have you eaten? we asked.
Theres no time for food now, kids, repair! answered my mother. Then she thought a little and went to the kitchen to eat macaroni and salad.
Well, now Ill rest a little and take the third strip off, she said cheerfully after dinner. And you play and go to bed!
We went to play, and my mother lay down on the sofa and began leafing through a fashion magazine. Half an hour later, she could be heard talking on the phone with a friend: Sveta, what crows we are! Tomorrow is the last day of discounts at the Summer fashion store. Lets go there in the morning
Mom, what about repairs?
Mom turned around: Repairs? Oh, yes, repairs She looked out into the corridor, examined the repairs and said decisively: Yes. We didnt know what that Yes meant until mom climbed up on the mezzanine and pulled out a brand-new roll of old wallpaper.
You know what, fellas, she said thoughtfully, its not a bad wallpaper, and its really good. Tomorrow we will return everything to its original state!
The words well return everything back made us wince, and we backed into our room and began to whine: Why will we maybe you yourself we want to go for a walk
You can take a walk in the morning, while Im at the store with aunt Sveta, and after lunch well quickly do everything, said my mother sternly.
By the evening of the next day, two new strips of old wallpaper were on the wall. My mother promised to bake us a pie for our friendly help next Saturday. Of course, if there will no unexpected sales.
My dad arrived on Monday. He would never have found out about the corridor updates if he hadnt tripped over a bucket of wallpaper glue on the loggia.
Mamunechka, what is this? he asked. Mom smiled, shrugged, and nodded for dad to come into the kitchen without saying a word. There was such a wonderful smell coming from there that dad also smiled, shrugged, and went to supper.
Dads Approach
Dad is very economic. Once dad repaired a lamp fixed the wiring, cleaned the contacts and washed the glass lamp shade. He washed the lamp shade in a basin. He poured hot water, poured washing powder, stirred it in the water, and carefully wiped the lamp shade with a sponge.
When the lamp shade was clean, dad decided not to pour out the soap solution. He washed the lamp shade under the faucet, and threw his waiting for washing pants into a basin of soap solution. When the pants were washed and rinsed out in the bucket, dad put socks in the basin. Now the clean and fresh socks were hanging on the radiator, and dad was standing in thought by the basin with a completely black soap solution and did not dare to pour it out. Probably he wanted to wash something else. Dad looked around for a long time, looked under the bath, in the wardrobe, finally found an old floor rag, washed it, poured out the water and went to the kitchen to make tea. He was completely satisfied with himself and sang, We were born to make a fairy tale come true1.