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Aunt, please sit next to Natasha.
Larry felt a bit awkward as he arranged Tamishova next to his girlfriend, allowing him to take care of her while his mother could look after Natasha's mother. His older brother and Sister-in-law sat beside their father, essentially occupying an entire round table as a family.
Valery's eldest son and son-in-law, along with their wives and children, sat at another table, conveniently sandwiched between Yisha and Yegor's family. The remaining three seats at Larry's table were filled by Ivan and Lana, who brought along Little Natasha.
Xiao Kachusha bounced on Ivan's lap, babbling away with her little mouth, occasionally managing to call out "mama" or "papa," which made Ivan's eyes squint with joy. He peeled a grape, removed the seeds, and began feeding it to his daughter. Little Guy scrunched up her chubby face at the sourness of the grape but soon broke into a delighted dance at its sweetness, waving her little hands at the grapes in Ivan's hand: Oh oh oh!
Come to Grandma!
Natalia clapped her hands and stood up to wrap Xiao Kachusha in her arms, showering her precious little face with kisses. The young women began serving dishes from trays, placing plate after plate of marinated dishes on the turntable along with freshly roasted duck that was still steaming.
Larry scanned the table and immediately speared a whole duck leg, contemplating for a moment before handing it to the eagerly waiting Little Natasha: Here you go.
Thank you, Uncle Larry!
Little Ones grabbed the duck leg and flashed him a sweet smile. Natalia then handed another duck leg to the shy Tamishova: Don’t be polite here; we’re all family now. Most of the households in our village are struggling; no one will laugh at you and Natasha. Just settle in comfortably.
Tamisha looked at the enticingly red duck leg, wanting to pass it to her daughter but was met with a shake of the head: Mama eat.
But we still have so many potatoes in our yard! We sold the pigs, sheep, and chickens; I’m reluctant to part with the potatoes and some trees.
Valery thought for a moment and said: When the time comes, we can go dig up the potatoes together. We can also move the trees over to continue planting them. In this day and age, where isn’t there work? By early summer next year, we can build a new house for the young couple, and we can move your trees to their new home; it won’t be a waste.
I’ve saved over one hundred thousand rubles these past few years; I’ll give it to Larry when we go.
No need for that!
Natalia quickly waved her hand: It’s our village’s custom that parents help build houses for their married sons and daughters or assist them in buying an apartment in their working city. It has always been this way for over a decade; how could we take your money? That would just be a joke for everyone in the village.
Speaking of which, she patted her youngest son who was eating beef: Tomorrow you’ll go with your father and older brother to pick up the car and buy some clothes for Aunt Tamishova. Don’t just play all day!
I know, Mama.
Larry nodded quickly and then speared several pieces of marinated beef for Natasha, along with some grilled beef tongue that had just been served. These were all from cows they usually slaughtered; by year-end, those tongues would be sold off. Only those slaughtered during regular times would be kept in the Icehouse for year-end meals—no wedding feast ever included this dish.
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