“How do you keep yourself from falling into it forever?” learned that in the evening of Midsummer I will not drink beer and naked swimming in the sea, but will entertain some foreigner, my girlfriend sighs sympathetically. I myself do not know how. Too good heart and English, probably the right answer.
“Anniņa, you will get everything you want, just please please!” The chef’s spaniel’s eyes do not show anything good. So what again? I hope to do everything today, finish the review tomorrow, go to the Medicines Market tomorrow and then go to my mother to swing. Half of the trunk is already crowded, even the rubber bands, the tent and the sleeping bag are inserted.
I want my mom! I want Midsummer! I want to dive into the meadow and not think about anything. And, of course, go naked for swimming at midnight. Sea. This is also a tradition for us. Both with a sister.
“Well, what is it?”
«Anna, seriously! There will be a bonus and payment for work on the holiday! Double! »
«WHAT? As far as I know, deadlines do not burn for us at all. So what is it about? ”
“Our partner arrives. The great chef. I just didn’t understand seniors or juniors. Both of us. Well, it’s Midsummer, do you understand? Sorry. I had to deal with him myself. But for us which every day its childbirth! Wives. Anna, be human, save me. Do whatever you want with him. It is terribly beautiful in Dzegužkalns. There Ilga Reizniece celebrates solstice with all traditions. He will also have a hotel in Pardaugava. Well, figure it out for yourself. But there are no options. He announced that he wanted the midsomer festival. When all the bare jumps over the campfire. Who told him such nonsense? But I could only fly on Monday. But he arrived on Saturday. Just called today. “
Here I am. Born unsuccessful. Bimbat at work is not the best style. But what to do?
“Annuli, darling!” The boss is in shock. “Well, they are just one Midsummer! Oh my God!”
So what for him? Nothing! Immediately you will be able to raise a small baby and not think about work at all. But my mother Līga and father Jānis. And a table of honor. And Midsummer.
“No, Anna, darling, don’t talk trivia.” My mother, like a Kurzeme woman, is one strict wife. «Well and what that foreigner? What, are they different? A whole Japanese bus arrived here last year. Think we didn’t make it? Take him here! And don’t forget to take that cake to Rudite. Will you have cash? ”
I stood at the airport and in my head some 5 variants of how to explain to the big chef John that the real midsomer is in Kurzeme. And that to bring with you swimwear and sweaters.
But Jānis, of course, is no evening. He is damned excited. And apply to pour fuel. In my personal car. Even the coffee at Top takes us both. So ask if mosquitoes will not bite. Clear that code! But we will code against them.
I moth at all. The young Jānis arrived. Beautiful, handsome Jānis.
At six in the evening we reach the older house. Jānis has to answer everything. Also a cow in the meadow, the gate of honor, my mother in folk costume and Midsummer cheese up close. Both wreaths are braided in the meadow. I pint, he’s in the picture. Absolute puppy joy. The beer cup is not missed. Where did mom get that inscription on Jānis top?
At half past eleven we burn Midsummer. Jānis is confused or excited. Local singers no longer let him go. Sings and dances. Even the coke is given to keep.
At eleven we both jump in the back. I in international brunch, he Levis in jeans.
At twelve, my Jānis announces that he will also come with him for a night swim. But promises to hold on and not take pictures.
“He is in love with you, Anna. But you can see it with the naked eye! ” The sister shoots like a cannon. And offer a nude towel. I don’t know that half of them speak English here.
One night Jānis jumps over the campfire more than half the remaining swayers.
At three in the morning, my father taught him all the verses “Because of you, beautiful ladies, for you.” Both strangely understand from a half-word. And drink from one cup.
At ten in the morning, I open my eyes and try to understand the strong, feathery hands that hold me there. Oh, horror! What would mom do? But mom called for breakfast. Brings your prospective Znotiņa linen towel and teaches that it is not a Voter , but is water.
“Yes, dear , water. And my Anna is the best ? You can’t say! I know myself! I raised myself. “
I do not give up champagne and cherries. And country cakes baked from a giant piece of Rudīte. What my Jānis first 5 times took a picture with your iphone then put on Instagram and where so not yet. Veri latvian , it turns out. Blood greasy, I would say. Mmmmmm! Like a cold shashlik from a clay bowl. But it tastes divine! Both say goodbye to my mother on farewell.
On Monday, we both stand in front of the chef like sinful children. «Well? Jāni! How about Latvian traditions? » The boss, who has become the father of the son on the night of Ligo, wants to know. “O Excellent ?”
I’m not saying anything. The lips still hurt terribly. From kissing . And he has already bought a ticket to London for the weekend. If it really is as serious as it looks, then tell the chef himself. That kidnaps me. For life. And the boss will think twice in the future. To spoil or not spoil Midsummer for a young, unmarried daughter! With a foreigner.
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