Somewhere between the fourth and fifth, a haunted expression appears on men's faces. Do you think only men have a hard time in the first days of spring? But no! Without a doubt, the most nervous holiday is International Women's Solidarity Day, or simply March 8th.
Holidays are great, they are fun, they are at least an opportunity to sleep and come to your senses. But sometimes there are a lot of them, they entail troubles and forced spending, and since there are a lot of them, there is a lot of spending, and holidays are a serious thing, you cannot but congratulate, etc. So people get tired of them, get nervous, even get angry sometimes from fatigue and powerlessness, the inability to cope with this stream of fun. And somehow, unexpectedly for themselves, they begin to spoil the fun of others.
Without a doubt, the most nervous holiday is International Women's Solidarity Day, or simply March 8th
Do you think only men have a hard time in the first days of spring? But no! We women have a strange tradition of congratulating ourselves on this holiday, or rather, our own kind, which makes March 8 the day of the all-Russian financial catastrophe of the working people. Once, when I was working in the Theater Library, I prayed and called to all my friends: let's pretend that we have already congratulated each other? And in response I heard a relief: come on … there are no more strengths …
And then what to say about men? What should they do? It is not surprising that somewhere between the fourth and fifth, a haunted expression appears on men's faces. It's funny and sad when in high school or at the institute on March 7, only girls sat in class. A rare madman dared to bring one mimosa for all, a bouquet of tulips or a standard chocolate bar. After all, the chocolate bar had to be huge, and the bouquet … the same. So they went on the run, went to the bottom, and then embarrassedly emerged on the 9th in the morning, ashamed, making excuses and slightly angry.
I had such a case. Once I rode on the subway, I don't remember, on the eve or after the X-day. At one of the stations, a man entered the car, drunk and angry. Opposite him stood a completely ordinary girl, of which a myriad of people walk and ride on the subway. She stood and listened to her music, and the man looked at her, looked and kept getting angry, but why he was angry is not clear. And suddenly the man could not stand it, his face twisted, and the passengers heard the following phrase: "Your hair is beautiful, and your face is terrible, and your hair is beautiful, and your face is terrible!" The people look at each other, but they are silent, the man, like an ass, keeps repeating the same thing, the people are silent. Someone pity the girl (fortunately, she does not hear anything in the headphones), someone - the man, apparently, did not work out for him today with his woman. In the meantime, the man does not calm down and keeps repeating about his hair and face, gets angry, brings himself to passion, turns around: “Everyone is scary! How scary you are! " The people are silent and think that, apparently, it hasn't worked out with anyone today, and maybe it hasn't worked out for a long time. The man fixes his gaze on me. Is silent. I think: "Just say something, I will definitely answer you that I am a witch, I will wrap you in a toad, croak to yourself on until the day of judgment!" … And why was I so worried? The drunk is performing, but I'm embarrassed. I straighten my hair with a nervous movement. The man grins viciously: "It won't help!" Here it is. I am silent. If only someone gave him in the face once, or something, in honor of the holiday, but the people are silent, just like me. Happy holiday, with the day of women's solidarity, you, my friend!
After that I came to work and told my colleagues about my adventure. Oddly enough, the version was the same here: the comrade suffered a fiasco. Or maybe he was even sent in a rude form to the difficult-to-pass places of the human body. Calms a little. Someone laughed: “And today I am walking past the Alexandrinka and I see: a girl is standing, waiting for someone, I look, a young man with a bouquet of flowers is walking towards her. I sigh, how romantic, how long have we been like that? "B … what expensive flowers!.."
Yes, whatever you say, it is difficult for men in early spring. And what about women in February? Fantasy doesn't work in principle. Socks? Lotion? Calendars? Candy with liquor? Just a bottle of cognac? How disgusted it all is. One of my friends complained: “Imagine, Lesya calls me here and says:“I congratulate you on Valentine's Day!”. And I told her: “What's this! That's when your ex-mother-in-law calls you on February 23 and says literally the following: "My girl, I congratulate you on the holiday!" - that's where the surprise, hands feverishly feel the body … no, like a woman, my holiday is in two weeks … "But the mother-in-law knows better, she continues to congratulate, and there is nothing to do but to whisper stifledly" Serving the Fatherland "and hastily retreat to other topics.
There are many oddities during the holidays! Well, how to react to the brilliant phrase of the head of the Military Medical Museum: "For the Defender of the Fatherland Day, we found an opportunity to award certificates and express oral gratitude to the following museum staff …"
How to generally respond to holidays based on gender? In all honesty, one must always remember the defenders of the fatherland, and love women, give flowers and just say compliments, certainly more than once a year. And yet there is joy in life, there is a favorite kind children's holiday with gifts, a fairy tale, dreams and magic! With a Christmas tree decorated with clinking toys, with garlands and sparklers, with Olivier and tangerines, with a homemade fireworks display outside the window until five in the morning, with unwavering hope for the best and with timid faith in a wonderful and new day next year.
And maybe someday we will learn to give men not only socks and cognac, but they, in turn, will start giving us flowers in April and even in May … We must still believe in a bright and beautiful new day full of love and care.