Katya and Yura have been living together for 5 years already. They met quite by chance in a store. The girl was then still a student, and the guy stood firmly on his feet, and slowly developed his business. Between the young people, as they say, passion broke out, real chemistry, attraction. After a couple of months, they filed an application with the registry office, and signed without rolling a noisy wedding.
At first, the young people lived in a rented apartment, and then they took their housing on a mortgage. I rarely saw my family because they lived far away. True, they often called each other. And then the New Year holidays, and Katya began to feel sad:
- Yur, I missed my family so much, maybe we will celebrate the holidays together?
- Well, I don’t mind, then I’ll invite my own? Yura supported his wife.
- How cool, I agree, let's call them then.
Yes, it was a long way for relatives to get there, but Yura and Katya planned, finally, to bring everyone together, to reacquaint them humanly. Yura borrowed inflatable mattresses for his relatives from friends, Katya was engaged in buying gifts.
Arrival was expected on December 31st. Yura's relatives were the first to arrive - this is mom and grandfather. Grandpa is a former military man, he even brought a guitar with him. An hour later, Katya's relatives arrived: mother, two sisters and two nephews, one of whom was only a year old. So the baby was crying very hard, so such a fuss began, they didn’t even have time to get to know each other well. They immediately began to put salads on the table, and get acquainted right at the table.
Grandpa kicked off the event:
Let's spend the old year!
Everyone started to eat. The mother-in-law immediately decided to find fault with her daughter-in-law's abilities in terms of cooking:
- Oh, Katyusha, why didn’t you put corn in this salad? That would have been much tastier.
Katya's mother intervened:
- Normal salad, corn is useless there, this is my recipe.
The mothers began to argue among themselves, the grandfather continued to celebrate, the sisters wanted to talk with Katya, but the little nephew burst into tears so bitterly that the conversation did not go well. They put him to sleep.
Then the chimes, champagne, watching fireworks outside the window. And the baby woke up again from the noise. I had to seat him at the table along with everyone, and he pulled the tablecloth, and everything fell on the floor. By that time, grandfather had already cut himself well, so the guitar in his hands no longer obeyed. The mothers argued about it. And Katya could not stand it:
- Mom, well, as much as possible, stop!
- How do you talk to your mother? the mother-in-law screamed.
“You don’t need to get into our relationship with your daughter,” Katya’s mother objected.
And everything started up again. Noise, uproar, disputes, the clinking of glasses, a screaming baby. It was a real nightmare. Katya sat with her head bowed, and then she noticed that Yura was also very sad. The event came to an end at two o'clock in the morning. Everyone started getting into bed. Yura and Katya cleared the table and the floor, washed the dishes, and were silent, as if they were very ashamed in front of each other for the stupid idea that had come into their heads.
Yura and Katya went to sleep on an air mattress, although it was provided for guests. All night the grandfather snored, and the younger nephew cried. January 1 passed in some turmoil. Everyone gave each other gifts, drank tea, argued again, grandfather drank again, nephew yelled again. By evening, everyone began to disperse, and, finally, the husband and wife were left alone.
Then Katya and Yura decided to set the table for themselves and celebrate the New Year again.
- You know, Katyusha, well, them, these family holidays. Let's celebrate New Year's Eve together! Yura said.
“Come on, Yur, only not together, but three of us,” Katya said and handed her husband a test with two strips.
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