How I sold my house

Well, these newly minted priests wanted my house and land for free.
But I smiled brilliantly and said, "In any case, no haggling."
I honestly didn't sell anything in the end.

I said: everything here is mine," and waved my hand widely.
I didn't sell anything in the end.
Priest's wife, find yourself a hotel or a place to rent by the day.
According to your needs and situation.
But okay.

Am I angry? That's certainly true.
This meeting cost me over 600 kilometers on the highway at night in the rain.
I can imagine this buyer's wife; you can't even imagine.

She was the one making the final decision.
Volodya, if I may complain, I've never seen such assholes before.
She didn't show up for the meeting. I set up a table and five chairs for the guests outside.
Will you shoot a video for them? Of course.

Because a country house requires constant
financial and emotional investment around the perimeter.
He said, "We don't have enough living space."
Really? Build a new one; I'm selling enough land for that.
Not enough? I'm furious. You need binoculars to see the boundaries.
As if the area couldn't be seen from the outside.
Country houses don't exist bigger than my house.

They saw the house from the outside,
but they made me drive 600 km to see the inside.
And he ultimately refused.

Well, some new priest's wife,
rental housing by the day is for you, suitcase, now.
My dear husband might die from overeating pears.
Not for free, suitcase,
your car is too expensive for slackers.

Because no one argues with me.
Dear house, this family of freaks is not suitable for us.
I want to hand you and the oak trees over to good hands.
And there must be cats in the family,
otherwise why did we make cat holes in all the doors?
Well, that priest's wife wasn't wrong for not daring to meet me.
Darling, you don't need a house, you need a hotel; a room for one night will do.

Your Baba Yozhka.