How do girls from the hinterland look for their lovers? Like all ordinary girls: with a flashlight, metal detector and sapper shovel. I’m joking, but it’s not easy to do without ingenious ladies' devices in the province. Unless, of course, such a thing as love does not intervene.
About princes from the province
If I say that provincial girls are not too picky in choosing a candidate for a hand and heart, you, dear readers, will throw me stones? No matter how large the cobblestone is in your graceful pen, I still say: it doesn’t matter how much gray matter is in his brain, it doesn’t matter what his waist circumference is, it doesn’t matter whether he is on the field or on the boomer - it is important that he is . Whether a prince, or a simple village man. The presence of a male individual near the lady is an indicator of great luck, and its absence is universal grief and the public stigma "old maid".
And then, God forbid, it will turn out as in that joke ...
How do they dream
Oh, this magical time of youthful love: ahs, sighs, downcast eyelashes and reddened cheeks. Our young provincial women are sitting behind dense screens on wide window sills, peering into the obscure distance of rain-flooded glass and whispering: "where are you my dear prince?" (remember Jane Eyre?). The girl slowly begins to fall asleep and a heavy book falls to the floor from her hands, she shudders and opens her beautiful eyes: the curtain is raised and a handsome, unfamiliar young man smiles at her, and a thoroughbred stallion is tied near the gate ... That is how the girls from the province first dream , and then they meet their princes.
Believe my naive, romantic readers? But in vain. Not so much the provincials dream of princes. And is most of them able to dream? No, he can’t. They, as soon as they reach a certain age, when mothers are already released on evening boardwalks, begin to actively lure all free youths in the district. A skirt - in short, a heel - higher, a cigarette in painted lips, a can of beer in your free hand and go!
So ideally ...
So in reality ...
Who do they dream about?
You ask, about whom our young, light, airy and bashful provincial creatures dream of? They dream about who has a more attractive face (sorry for the colloquial vocabulary). Such boys with bold looks are very successful: in the evenings flocks of chirping laughter gather around them. Until someone lures him with his pretty tinted beauty, or the size of his father’s salary. And you, my honest readers, have decided that at this age young people do not know about the calculation? No, they know. Or the parents will tell you: "look closely at the son of Uncle Yura’s daughter." Although love is possible. But still, the salary of parents is often veiled by her.
The poor and nerds are not in demand here. Like it or not, a prince with a “wheelbarrow” is more successful here than a prince with a bicycle.
An abstruse bespectacled man, who dreams of entering, for example, a physicotechnical university, will most likely be left alone, especially if his dad is not the deputy governor.
This is life, and you are all love, but love. By the way, you also need to talk with a girl, even a provincial one, and not just, sorry ... (you understand what I mean). Many young ladies of small towns are not able to master the topic more difficult "what dress should I wear today" and "where to buy cheap and beautiful shoes." So the “abstruse” guys get bored to the universities. Most of the girls do not stay long in the libraries, but strive: "as if before the classmates of Svetka, to pick up the rich Mr. N and get married."
Who is found in the end
A poor, smart guy with glasses: without a car, without parental pocket money, without brooms of roses for all calendar holidays. What, after reading all of the above, have you stopped believing in love? No - this "thing" always interferes inappropriately. But only if the script originally went the right way: remember the episode with the windowsill, the book and the prince? Reality sweeps the romance from the driveway and brazenly untie the unattended horse.
Provincial girls more often find those who are described in the part “about princes from the province”: what remains to be done if the education was squandered at discos, giggles, girlfriends, cheap drinks and cheap guys. Only few of these girls understand this (no stones are needed in me).
Also, many provincials have problems with their own opinions. Mom’s advice here is perceived as truth, and, as you know, it does not require refutation.
So the girls go for the one who initially liked her mother (see paragraph on the size of the parental wallet). The bride, of course, never counts such a motherly party, but only rejoices in her settled female destiny.
P.S .: The great three German whales of a woman's destiny: Kinder, Küche, Kirche* in our province have not yet lost their strength. And I dare to give young provincial women advice: improve education and always maintain critical thinking, no matter who influences you: friends, relatives, or lovers. And believe in love.
*-Children, Kitchen, Church
