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\u201cMaxim, you know I don\u2019t need you hanging around here, right?\u201d he told his wife, Tamara. \u201cI suggest you move to the village.\u201d\u201cWhat village? What are you talking about?\u201d Tamara was tired. Betrayed by the person closest to her, she had lost her patience. They had started their life from scratch together\u2014selling their apartment and investing everything in their business. Maxim sold a room in a shared apartment, and Tamara used her sharp mind to make sure they got ahead. They lived frugally, moving from one rented place to another, but they succeeded.<\/p>\n
However, Maxim began to act like a king. Over time, he transferred everything into his name so that if they divorced, Tamara would have nothing. Once he had done this, he filed for divorce.<\/p>\n
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\u201cMaxim, do you think this is decent?\u201d Tamara asked.<\/p>\n
He sneered at her. \u201cDon\u2019t start. You haven\u2019t been contributing for a long time. I handle everything while you just sit around.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were the one who told me I should rest and take time for myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maxim groaned. \u201cI\u2019m tired of these pointless arguments. There\u2019s this house or farm my former boss left me in his will. You remember Ivanovich, right? He left me this nonsense when he passed away. It\u2019s perfect for you. If you don\u2019t like it, you\u2019ll get nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tamara bitterly smiled. She knew what he was doing. She had lived with a stranger for twelve years.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine, but there\u2019s one condition: you officially transfer the farm to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, no problem. It saves me on taxes,\u201d Maxim said.<\/p>\n
Tamara didn\u2019t say another word. She packed her things and went to stay in a hotel. She had decided to start over, no matter what awaited her\u2014a ruined farm or an empty piece of land. She would figure it out when she got there. If it wasn\u2019t worth it, she would return to the city and rebuild her life.<\/p>\n
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Tamara packed her car to the brim, leaving everything else with Maxim and his new mistress. If he thought her intelligence and experience would be his saving grace, he would be disappointed. The mistress, whom Tamara had seen only a few times, didn\u2019t seem to have much going for her, apart from her arrogance.<\/p>\n
Maxim handed her the papers, and Tamara calmly took them.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood luck to you,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Maxim laughed. \u201cAnd to you. Send me a picture with the cows.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tamara didn\u2019t respond. She just closed the car door and drove off. Once she was out of the city, the tears began to fall. She didn\u2019t know how long she cried, but she snapped out of it when someone gently tapped on her window.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you alright, dear? We saw you crying. My husband and I were waiting at the bus stop, and you\u2019ve been at it for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tamara looked at the elderly woman, confused by her sudden appearance. She noticed the bus stop in the rearview mirror and smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine, just overwhelmed,\u201d Tamara replied.<\/p>\n
She got out of the car. The old woman started speaking again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were visiting a neighbor in the hospital. She\u2019s all alone, no one to visit her. We\u2019re heading back home now. Are you going to Mikhalki?\u201d<\/p>\n
Tamara raised her eyebrows. \u201cIs this the Mikhalki where the farm is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, that\u2019s the one. But now it\u2019s just a name. The previous owner passed away, and no one\u2019s taken over. People still work out of habit and because they feel sorry for the animals.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Tamara smiled. \u201cI\u2019m actually going to that village. Let me make some room for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The grandmother sat next to her, and her husband was settled in the back. After a short while, the grandmother turned to Tamara.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your name, dear?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTamara.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNice to meet you, Tamara. I\u2019m Valentina Yegorovna, and this is my husband, Mikhail Stepanovich.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPleasure\u2019s mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, are you here on business? We haven\u2019t seen you around.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tamara smiled cheerfully. \u201cI\u2019m the new owner of the farm. I didn\u2019t know much about it at first, but I\u2019m learning. Maybe you could tell me what\u2019s been going on there?\u201d<\/p>\n
By the time they arrived, Tamara had learned a lot. She heard about who was stealing from the farm and who still cared for it.<\/p>\n
The farm, once supplying milk to many stores, was now barely operational. Only about twenty cows remained.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many cows?\u201d Tamara asked in surprise, thinking there were only a few.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere used to be more. They sold most of them off. Ivanovich used to plant the fields, and the cows were well-fed. People made good money back then. So, Tamara, what are you going to do? Sell it or try to revive it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll see when I get there. By the way, is there a house on the property?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, there\u2019s one house. It\u2019s modern\u2014nothing to worry about.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tamara breathed a sigh of relief. She had been afraid it might be a shack.<\/p>\n
A year later, Tamara looked proudly at the eighty cows grazing. She had turned things around. At first, when she had arrived, she wanted to leave right away. There was no feed, and the fields were barren. But she didn\u2019t shy away from the challenge. She fought, hustled, and used every last bit of her savings to buy feed. Even selling her jewelry to keep the farm going.<\/p>\n
Today, the business was thriving. Sales were growing, and calls were coming from neighboring regions. People were eager for her products, even things she hadn\u2019t started producing yet, like cheese. She was already considering buying refrigerated trucks to deliver year-round.<\/p>\n
One day, Sveta, a young girl from a troubled family, ran up to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found it!\u201d Sveta said, handing Tamara a newspaper with an ad circled for two refrigerated trucks. The price was tempting because the sale was urgent.<\/p>\n
Tamara studied the ad, but something caught her eye\u2014the phone number belonged to her ex-husband\u2019s office. She smirked. It seemed things weren\u2019t going well for him, or perhaps he was expanding.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall them, Sveta,\u201d Tamara said. \u201cTell them we\u2019ll offer 5% more if they don\u2019t show the trucks to anyone else before us. I\u2019ll arrange for an inspection.\u201d<\/p>\n
With money in her account and the trucks needed for her business, Tamara wasn\u2019t worried about seeing Maxim\u2014it was just business. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Life in the village had made her healthier, stronger, and more confident.<\/p>\n
When she arrived to inspect the trucks, she was accompanied by Ivan, a mechanic. He couldn\u2019t help but stare at her in surprise.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething wrong?\u201d Tamara asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust didn\u2019t expect someone like you to be here. Most farm women are\u2026 well, different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve got boots and scarves for work,\u201d Tamara replied with a smile. \u201cBut I\u2019m heading to the city; why would I need them there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Tamara\u2019s past had come back in an unexpected way when she saw Maxim again. He was shocked to see her looking so strong and successful.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, you\u2019re buying these trucks?\u201d Maxim asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Tamara said, \u201cfor work. The farm you gave me turned out to be quite the venture. We\u2019re expanding.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maxim was speechless. He had assumed she would fail, but instead, she had succeeded.<\/p>\n
Soon, Tamara and Ivan were married, and a year later, they celebrated the christening of their daughter, Sonya. Meanwhile, Maxim sat in his office, regretting his decisions as he watched his business fall apart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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