Gladiolus

Once, a big scandal broke out in the family of a boy named Stepan. The reason was five gladioli, which he cut off, returning from school, from a flower bed right in front of the house. Stepan gave flowers to his mother with the words "Mom, with the usual Tuesday you!". Mom was so moved by the act of her son, silently hugged him, and cried quietly, not specifying the history of the appearance of flowers.

Thirty minutes later, an angry neighbor flew into their apartment shouting:

“Tamara, is your Stepan completely foolish?” Where is he?!

“Valentina Petrovna, please calm down.” What happened? Do you want some tea?

- He tore my flowers! I, like in hard labor, worked hard all spring to make our yard look decent! And this bastard! And with what tea?

- With lemon balm, oregano and cherry jam.

The neighbor immediately appeared at the kitchen table.

- Can you imagine, cut the five most beautiful flowers! Gladiolus! They gained strength all summer, in August, to bloom.

- Do you want a cottage cheese casserole? Just cooked!

- With jam?

- Yes!

- A little bit. I'm losing weight. But in order not to offend you, I'll try.

Tamara set a plate with one piece of casserole in front of her neighbor. The neighbor continued to resent.

“Like Papa Carlo, I plow on this lawn ... Tamara, so you put a couple more pieces.” And more jam.

“Of course, Valentina Petrovna,” Tamara reported a couple of pieces, generously poured cherry jam on top, poured tea. A neighbor was eating on both cheeks.

- Oh, how delicious! No, Styopa, the guy is, of course, a good one. At that time I was helping this foolish flowerbed. I dug up in the early spring.

- Valentina Petrovna, I forgot. My mother-in-law handed me German dark chocolate. We are not his very. But it has few calories. Try it, and if you like it, take all the tiles.

- Tamarochka, well, if you insist ... A couple of times Styopushka carried me water. We watered the flowers. And he bought the bulbs of gladioli. The boy is very polite, well-mannered. Yes, what can I say, children are the mirror of their parents.

Valentina Petrovna ate a couple of slices of dark chocolate.

- Valentina Petrovna, I forgot! Pancake. Excuse me! I have tincture on a pine nut. I just did it.

- Useful?

- Not that word! The vessels dilates. Cedar is the most noble tree! Here!

- Tamara, but you know - Styopa is like a grandson to me! Love him! For Styopushka! - the neighbor said and drank the tincture in one gulp.

- Yet?

- Oh, it feels like your health has gone straight! Well, you can still boastful. To be honest, Tamara, I would have cut these flowers myself, and sold some drunkard to our market. And Styopa brought mother dear! How am I jealous of you, Tamara. Come on another and go!

The neighbor drank, took a bar of chocolate and began to shoe. At this time, the father of the family returned from work.

- Valentina Petrovna, good evening!

- Well, hello, Misha. Appeared - not dusty. And not ashamed of you?

- What? - surprised Tamara's husband.

- Where are the flowers? Oh, you cracker!

“What flowers, I don’t understand?”

- YOUR FAVORITE WOMAN! It would be better for gallant manners to learn from my son! The neighbor muttered and left, slamming the door shut.

Alexander Bessonov