There is such a berry - yoshta. Hybrid of currant and gooseberry. Black-eyed, promising. Larger and sweeter than currants. And there is something very pleasant about gooseberries. They hang in bulk in the rays of the sun, winking in a special way. Well, it’s cute, and that’s all! One summer morning, my mother charged me and my friend to collect this yoshta. Jam, grit, all that. We don't mind. Panama hats on one side - and off to the garden. They collected and collected. They collected and collected. And they collected it again. We decided to drink tea. And, as usually happens, as soon as they turned away, the son overturned the bucket. Yoshta fell out like a hat on the ground, lying there, showing off. We turned pale, let's pour handfuls of it back into the bucket. Mixed with earth and tears. In the bucket, the poor thing stopped shining and winking. Has wilted, become limp. She lost faith in us. But we are experienced girls, you can’t stop us with one overturned bucket of yoshty, and you won’t choke our song! We drank tea and went back to battle! It took another couple of hours to collect the other half buckets. The bucket was never left unattended, just in case. I tried to hold it near my leg so that the children would not turn it over again. But, as it turned out, children are not even needed for this. I managed it myself. She pushed the bucket with the same foot, and the berry beads spilled out onto the grass again. Under the frozen gaze of my friend, I cried out to the heavens and wailed angrily. You know the rule: if you scold yourself, then others are already embarrassed to do it, and they begin to defend you. My friend didn’t start to defend me, but she didn’t kill me - that was already a prospect! We stuffed this portion of berries back too. It took a long time to wash the dark berry from the soil and grass. Our Yoshta was frail before our eyes. It was clear that the jam had to be cooked immediately, otherwise she would not survive. But first, it was necessary to pinch off the nose and tail of each tired berry. Needless to say, when 2 hours later we covered this mess with sugar with our purple hands, both my friend and I hated yoshta with all our hearts. We couldn’t even imagine anything more sour, vile, bony at that time. It seemed like wow! We will never, never put it in our mouth! We, of course, by inertia, finished cooking the jam, poured it into jars and pushed it into a far dark corner. Yoshta was punished for not meeting expectations. Stop, they say, and think about your behavior. And so it lasted until December. I waited...Flu, weakness, headache. Is it true that all this is a sufficient reason to go out at night and start heart-rendingly slamming cabinet doors in search of something sweet? I thought so too. I started searching, but in vain. From the sweets in the closet, I then found only an antiparasitic remedy, but that night we were not on our way. I needed something sweeter. And suddenly, when I was almost desperate, someone seemed to highlight a corner in the pantry, and from there... cute little jars of yoshta were staring at me! She opened the lid with a breath, almost worried: how are you doing, black-eyed one? And she did not disappoint!!! Summer, sweet and sour, seasoned by August adventures - it pleased me to the fullest! Few - and there is no can. But there is a pleasant charge of vivacity in the body and wonderful memories of summer! I told my friend about this. The same one with whom we lived a difficult day together back then 💕 “Well, she says, “Yoshtino’s time has come!” That’s how, my dears... There is, it turns out, such a time - “Yoshtino”! This is the time when something matures, comes to a state of need and even necessity. Perhaps you shouldn’t delete photos that you didn’t like right away - the time will come, and everything will change! Don’t rush to throw out albums and letters from grandma’s attic: the time will come when you will re-read every line with trepidation and gratitude and carefully peer into the faces on the yellowed pages. And don’t worry that your children don’t hear your advice now and don’t agree to support your values. Let it sit and mature. The time will come and everything will fall into place. It will definitely come. Yeshta time 😉My telegram channel: psychologist’s office