On a winter night, while returning from the city center, the light snowfall had turned into a storm, and the only place I could stay nearby was my accommodation house.
I didn’t have much food with me, but I was guessing what might happen at home. When I got out of the car, snow covered everything. I had no means of stopping the snow from approaching beyond my kneecaps. I entered the house by taking the shovel from the warehouse of the house, there was a possibility of closing the door completely in the morning. Inside, there were logs stacked on top of each other. The bed had not been used for three months. The taps had hardly been running. I put the kettle under it and while waiting for the water to fill up, I made the bed, lit the stove, and cleaned the glasses with snow.
I placed the kettle on the stove to boil. The woods burned well enough to heat the one-eyed room. After a while, I brewed the tea and the chestnuts I bought on my way back from the center came to the tea. I took it out of the bag and prepared it to be placed next to the tea. After the chestnuts waiting to burst from where they were cut on the stove, I had to go out the door and shovel a little bit of snow. With the sowing shovel I took in my hand, I dispersed the surrounding snow and cleared an area of five to six meters in front of me. Even if it won’t last until the morning, I will not open the snowy door until the morning.
it would be easy. When I came in, everything was ready, I finished my tea while eating the chestnuts and it was time to get ready for the morning. In the morning there was a snowdrift at the door. It took me a long time to leave the house. The car was unusable. By the time the snowplows arrived, it would be too late. The only solution I could think of was to buy the tractor for the garden. I wasn’t sure if the gas would take me all the way home, so I drove to the gas station. When I was at the decision stage, I was going to take a road towards my house or the square after the gas station. Reminds me of what happened this summer.
I had planted in the field, turning this way and that. Usually, I would do this job once or twice a week in different fields. I aerate the soil before planting, water the soil after planting, and wait for the crops to grow. When it gets big enough, I spray it. One day when I was spraying, the machine was broken, I took it to the industry, the sun hitting our face in summer is cruel. I had an accident while I was distracted, the brake didn’t work. As I was passing the place where I had the accident, I came back to the sound of the horn of the opposite vehicle. I broke to the right with a sudden maneuver.
The bazaar was very pale, so I immediately went home. As soon as I entered the house, I lit the stove and as I started to warm up, I questioned my happiness and unhappiness about being a farmer and fell into a deep sleep.