“We inspired people to move to the countryside”: how a Russian family promoted a blog about rural life. Chronicle of the Great Exodus

With the spread of Internet technologies, virtual life on the network is more and more like ordinary life. But of course only like, but does not replace it.

So the inhabitants of the countryside are included in the number of active inhabitants of the YouTube planet and are slowly starting to compete with the “urban” bloggers. And this is good. Those who live in the countryside, breathe clean air and eat organic food - such people think and feel differently.

Village bloggers are people who actively shoot and post videos with tips about life outside the city. They have real knowledge about gardening, kitchen gardens, housekeeping. Every day they are watched by thousands of people who want to learn more about the village life.

The channels of village bloggers will be useful for those who are going to move out of town or want to develop in the agricultural sector. Tips are designed for both beginners and professionals. To get the maximum benefit, you need to understand the best bloggers on this topic.

To the village!

Topic: village life, poultry farming, beekeeping, pig breeding.

The authors of the channel “To the village!” - Dmitry and Dina - in 2011, together with their son, they moved from the city to the countryside in the Novgorod region. They talk about their life in the village not only on the youtube channel, but also on their website www.let-ok.ru.

On the channel as a separate playlist there is a guide to moving from the city to the village. Difficulties encountered are described. Each video combines professional performance and simple presentation. People show their life as it is.

Family in the countryside!

Topic: subsidiary farm, life.

The channel describes the life of a small family - Anton, Ali and their children - who moved to small village. Most of the videos are related to farming. The highlight of the channel is saving resources. The author shows how you can do a huge number of things with your own hands. He describes techniques, talks about all the nuances of village life.

RozhinTV

Topic: poultry farming, building a house, mixed fodder, stories about life in the countryside.

Here you will find detailed guide for breeding chickens. The author of the channel Sergey Rozhin and his family talk about all the stages of work, show their recordings. They share valuable tips on how to start a farm from scratch. Videos about building a house are especially valuable, since this very issue often turns into a routine and stretches for months.

Dmitry Yakov

Topic: fishing, hunting, picking berries and mushrooms, survival in the taiga, everyday life.

Dmitry Yakov's channel is a guide for real men. Viewers can watch the processes of hunting and fishing, the actions of the author. Part of the video is about cooking in wild environment. Sometimes you can meet different animals, including bears. Additionally, traps for small animals are shown.

The Simple Life: Moving to the Village

Topic: tips for moving to the countryside, Agriculture and rural life.

Alexander and Yulia started their channel after moving to the village. They talk in detail about their lives and experiences. Lots of videos taken from useful tips for economy and construction. There is a separate block - "Do it yourself". Additionally married couple engaged in beekeeping. They developed from scratch, so their videos on this topic are incredibly useful.

Moving to the village

Topic: farming, moving to the countryside, reflections.

This is the blog of a family who bought a piece of land near a semi-empty village. Their task is to develop the farming business from scratch. There are many videos about poultry: care, feeding. The entire territory of the farm is shown. The author of the channel often describes the pros and cons of such an estate. Watching his videos helps people make their decision to move. 7

Village Citizen

Topic: poultry farming, village life.

On the channel we are talking about a family that bought 30 acres of land in the village and began to actively engage in poultry farming. The advantage is that the weight of the process is visible from the start, when the first chicken coop was just built. These are not individual tips, but a whole guide. Many townspeople can safely take on the economy. In the first videos you can learn about the starting capital and all expenses.

koZa doZa

Topic: housekeeping, daily worries, village life.

The channel presents videos about the village life of a “typical former urban family”.

Forest Farm

Topic: farming, moving to the countryside, country life.

Youtube channel of the former Muscovite Ekaterina. Many years ago, Catherine went to live in the countryside. Now, together with her daughter, she lives on a farm in Lithuania. On her channel, Ekaterina shares with the audience the details of village life, talks about the features of housekeeping.

Forest Trails

Topic: building advice, moving to the countryside, farming, fishing, hiking, thinking by the fire.

The videos of Vadim Goloushkin, who lives in the Perm Territory, will be useful to watch for many of those who decide to move from the city to the countryside. Vadim talks in detail about the construction of his house and housekeeping - and much more.

Life in the country has many advantages, but you need to be prepared. Today it is not necessary to seek help from acquaintances. You can use the knowledge of village YouTubers. Their examples are admirable and encouraging.

09/19/2019 Day 3039. September day menu. Palette of God. Fifty Shades of Autumn. By mushrooms. Warm up. About the benefits of a fix. With the help of wizards

When you don’t write for a long time, you don’t immediately figure out where to start. Therefore, I will start, as usual - with a look out the window. And outside the window, clouds are rushing and hurrying, a light breeze is swaying sunflowers that have grown higher than the roof and bend under the weight of numerous inflorescences.

The colors of autumn from the window look modest - just a few shades of yellow and green. The richness of colors - there, in the forest, it is not visible because of the young pine undergrowth in front of the Serman road. It seems that fine days are flowing away like grains of sand in an hourglass, inexorably foreshadowing the approaching cold, bad weather, wet and gloomy days. But for now… For now, we are enjoying the occasional peeping sun and daily pluses. Cons come at night, already regularly.

Not everything has been harvested from the garden yet - cabbage, carrots, and beets remain. Sasha is picking up beans and picking pumpkins today. Tomatoes in the greenhouse are ripening with might and main, do not touch. If anything, in case of significant frosts, we will turn on the heater there. Yesterday Sasha started digging potatoes. Approximately half of the plants planted decided to sprout, but only at the end of July, and at the beginning of August the first frosts hit. So, she did not have time to bloom - the tops were beaten with frost. Therefore, it has grown small and with delicate skin. But delicious to the point of impossibility.

The time has come for the fuss under the slogan “to be in time before…” It is necessary to be in time, as usual, a lot of things. And dig up the potatoes, and dismantle and clear them in the shed to prepare a place for a new batch of firewood. While they are dumped in the front garden and not yet very wet with rains.

Then remove the beets with carrots. Cabbage will traditionally sit on the beds to the last. Mid-season cauliflower of exotic varieties (emerald and burgundy), sown already last fall and safely ascended in the spring, does not have time to start. Once again I am convinced that in our conditions it is necessary to plant exclusively early-ripening varieties of everything. Of course, they are less light, so we practically leave nothing to lie just like that - we process it right away. We have only potatoes in the cellar, everything else is in the freezer, dried or rolled up in jars. Moreover, I roll up quite a bit - we eat canned food badly. We still have cans of tomatoes from 2014. By the way, opened, awesome delicious.

This summer, we have grown cucumbers in edible quantities. Filmed small, every morning for a salad. I only rolled up a couple of cans. Bitter came across often, smokers for joy. Moreover, they were watered regularly, in the heat twice a day. But they stopped bittering completely only after the rain - another confirmation that heavenly water is very different from tap water.

Curly parsley, which I sowed twice, decided to sprout closer to autumn, and even then in dull quantities. But it was sown on its own (with the same seeds), it grew among the tomatoes in lush color, they only had time to pull it out so that the poor tomatoes had room to grow. After the first frosts, the tomatoes were removed, and the parsley joyfully flooded into growth. They cut it off the other day, and it turned out to be a construction bathtub with a slide. The chopped leaves were sent to freeze, some of the leaves were dried. I looked at the stems. I always feel sorry for throwing them away, I cut them finely and freeze them, then put them in soups and all sorts of stews. But they are still harsh, sometimes they do not boil soft. I decided to dry the whole stems to a crisp, then broke them and ground them in a coffee grinder. It turned out parsley flour, awesome fragrant. Now I add it everywhere.

Since July, our diet has been enriched with its tomatoes. Since the previous two years they were somehow not very successful for us, we missed them a lot. Therefore, we now sword them daily in indecent quantities. I’m aiming to pickle at least a few cans, but so far I’ve only got a couple. And we continue to eat fresh.

Our menu is established and, as is usually the case at this time of year, is based on our own or local agricultural products. For example, I will tell you what we did and fed yesterday. Sasha got up, as usual, before me, fed the animals, heated the stove with one bookmark - it was cool in the house by morning.

My morning starts with a glass of hot boiled water(spring, of course). For some time now, I have learned this habit, which, according to rumors, came to us even from Tibetan monks. Hot water in the morning it starts the body well, puts all organs and systems in place. I am making chepuhariki - oatmeal pancakes on homemade kefir, in which a spoonful of lettuce is wrapped. The salad yesterday consisted of tomatoes, red onions, fresh parsley and diced homemade cheese, which our neighbor Nuiwar treated us to. They drank a barley drink with milk, cinnamon and a spoonful of honey. Honey is fresh, amazingly tasty, from Galia Militskaya Thank her very much.

After breakfast, we dispersed on business - Sasha went to the potato field for the harvest, and I sat on a bench in the yard to reanimate my old faithful friend - the Supra mini-oven (details will be below). A few hours later the rain drove us home. I managed to finish with the stove, and Sasha dug up three rows of potatoes. They drank milk. We take a six-liter can of milk from neighboring cows every three or four days. I got used to pasteurizing it: I pour it into pans, accelerate the burners to the maximum and wait for a distinctly noticeable steam to appear above the milk. I turn off the burners and leave the milk in the pans under the lids for about forty minutes. After I remove the foam, pour it into a can and Sasha takes it under the tap, where he puts it in a tall basin and lets out cold water in a thin stream. Half an hour more - and cold milk goes to the refrigerator. In this form, the milk itself does not turn sour - it does not have time. There is a liter bottle in the refrigerator with the remnants of homemade kefir. I fill the bottle to the top with milk, shake it and leave it for a day at room temperature.

I cooked soup from potatoes, carrots, onions and tomatoes, plus a minimum of salt, dried herbs and favorite spices. Now I don’t even make frying, soups are so delicious. We ate with homemade rye bread. Later they drank some tea (Ivan-tea with dried mint). We ate a piece of homemade whole grain wheat, spread with plum jam of my own production, from our own plums.

Sasha cut the chard leaves, I sat down at the computer to watch the series and at the same time prepare the leaves for freezing. Sliced, packaged, thrown into the freezer. I peeled and cut apples for charlotte, ate one apple. She started the dough on her testicles, put the charlotte in the oven. Sasha washed up small potatoes, put them to boil whole in their skins. They had supper with young potatoes, seasoning with spicy sunflower oil, opened a jar of tomatoes - spicy, pickled. They took a sample from the charlotte, it turned out just amazing - an airy biscuit, sour apples inside. At night we drink a glass of homemade kefir - it ripens just in the evening.

So the days go by, one after the other. So the summer flew by - did not notice. And so autumn runs, accelerating more and more. I'll try to remember the brightest events of the last couple of months.

I remember well the last swim on the Serman Pond. In early August, it got very cold, the leaves on the trees began to turn yellow, and it seemed that everything - the summer was over. And then the warmth returned. It's not even warm, it's hot. A few days stood for thirty. And I thought: what if the water warmed up? Weather forecasters promised a cold snap soon, and I decided - we're going. She stepped into the pond and was simply stunned - the water is warm, like fresh milk. The day turned out to be hot and very quiet, complete calm, the surface of the pond - like a mirror. I swam, enjoyed the gentle touches of the water, and next to me, boats of yellow willow leaves glided along the water surface. She swam to the middle of the pond and stopped, struck by the stunning beauty of the picture. I really love this landscape when you look at the high sandy shore, steeply rising and overgrown with pines. An amazing combination of colors: against the background of a cornflower blue sky - rare boiled white clouds, dense greenery pine branches, amber trunks, fallen needles, like coffee with milk, sand the color of linden honey, a pale green holly willow bush at the edge of the coast and anthracite water. I watched for a long time, remembered, I really wanted to draw. True, I understand that I can hardly convey the greatness of the picture and the generosity of the palette of God the artist.

A few weeks later I experienced another color shock. We went to Saransk on the tenth of September. The day was warm and sunny. It is not so often possible to catch the very peak of golden autumn on a trip - when the entire palette of colors is available, and the leaves are still firmly sitting on the branches, do not fall off. Until now, I have never seen such a riotous variety of colors of autumn foliage. Truly, fifty shades of red, orange, yellow, green - and all this against the background of an incredibly bright blue sky ... I did not even try to stop, get out of the car and take a picture, because I realized right away that the camera could not transmit anything. She will not convey a feeling of quiet delight and jubilation, she will not convey the greatness of the divine plan. And I memorized with all my might, so that, perhaps, later, someday, I would carefully get these pictures from the storage of memory and try to reproduce them with paints. I understand it's unlikely to work. But I really want to.

I also remember the day of the “quiet hunt”. We just went to Aunt Katya for a strawberry mustache. While planting, I felt a sharp mushroom smell. So it is: champignons grew right on the path. And pretty ones. It was decided: we must go for mushrooms. The next day, they waved and immediately realized: there was a sea of ​​​​mushrooms, placers of oil were seen right from the road. And the people massively rushed for natural gifts. Turning into the forest not far from the village, we were amazed: it was worth a little drive away from the road - and here they are, handsome, growing in families, right next to the forest path. Surprisingly, butterflies are quite large, but among them about a third are completely clean, without a single wormhole. Collected, wandered around, drove on. After a hundred meters - again stop, again placers. Stop, get out, pick up. And so it went, we didn’t go picking mushrooms so much as we drove to them in a car, and they seemed to run out to meet us. We found a good clearing, Sasha got out, and I decided to drive a little further to turn around. And I was stunned: mushrooms grew everywhere in front, right where I was going to go, and at the place of the turn too. Riding mushrooms is blasphemy, so I had to go out and collect them all, and then turn around. I didn't notice how far I was from the car. It is interesting that I would not dare, for example, to move away from home at such a distance, on a flat road. And here I am jumping over fallen woods, over bumps and pits - and nothing. I picked up a strong stick, tied a bucket to my belt, and I walk, leaning on two sticks, almost like Nordic walking. I remembered that even in Kanachak I would have been horrified at the prospect of walking through the forest for mushrooms. And now like this, I'm not afraid, and it turns out the same (TTT)!

Having collected everything that caught our eye, they rushed to their favorite distant mushroom place, far beyond Nikolsk. There they collected a bunch of boletus and a bucket of white ones.

Tired, I got into the car, opened all the doors and fell into a meditative state. I really love that distant forest. It seems that people are very rare there - it's far from settlements and the place is nothing special. It's very quiet and peaceful there. There are no traces of suffering that people drag along like a train, wherever their foot steps. That’s why it’s good in that forest, that’s why it breathes differently there, that’s why you so want to be and be there, filled with a feeling of amazing peace, not thinking about anything, leaving all worries far away, somewhere beyond the horizon line. It is a pity that we so rarely get out there, we should be more often.

We drove back through Nikolsk, ran into the store. On the counter outside the store, my grandmother sells a seven-liter bucket of pretty whites. They asked how much. Grandmother said that these are “expensive” mushrooms, she does not know their other name. Selling for three hundred and fifty. Near another store, a man was selling a bucket of boletus for two hundred and fifty. By simple calculations, we determined that our daily race is estimated at market prices for a thousand and a half approximately. And what, not bad! A twenty-liter bucket of clean, dry butter has accumulated.

I did not wash them, I just carefully removed the skin from the hats along with forest debris. Sliced ​​and left to dry. They dried remarkably, retaining a delicate aroma. They dried both whites and boletus, cooked a wonderful soup from the legs of butter, stewed whites with potatoes in milk. Oh, and absurd! .. We went for mushrooms a couple more times, but we didn’t collect such rich harvests anymore. I think I need to get out.

Volodya went to take his grandchildren to Novosibirsk, at the same time to congratulate his mother on her anniversary. We invited him on the way back to drop in on us, to recover from the city and the hard road. But Volodya just doesn’t come to visit us. I rested for a couple of days, and set to work - to insulate our walls. We have one and a half walls not covered from the outside with clapboard, a bare log. One is a deaf northern one, the second is a kitchen one, half of which is closed by a pantry. So they and Sasha took a couple. First, Volodya stuffed vertical bars onto the logs, then he began to fill the clapboard across the bars from the bottom up, and fill the cavity between the logs and the clapboard with foam glass rubble, which I talked about earlier.

Under the topmost lining, where there is no way to put insulation, Volodya foamed the voids with ordinary mounting foam. And that's it. It turned out warm and beautiful. Now we have the most beautiful walls looking into the yard and into the neighbor's fence. The work was not as fast and easy as it seemed in theory. Instead of one or two days, they were transported for a week. The heaviest and most labor-intensive unexpectedly turned out to be the backfilling of rubble. And, of course, I had to pretty much jump up and down the stairs. Thank you so much Volodya for your help, maybe Sasha and I could have managed it together, but it’s scary to think with what efforts. And so I'm in the kitchen, consider sitting out - preparing all sorts of sweets for men.

We felt the effect immediately when the blank wall was only half closed: it became better to keep warm in the house. When both walls were closed, the heat of the electric stove and bread machine was enough for us to raise the temperature in the house from twenty to twenty-five degrees in a day. Feelings have changed a lot, the movement of air in the house has become different. No wonder: in the process, through cracks were found in some logs.

While the men were at work, between kitchen chores, I did what I wanted. Suddenly I felt an irresistible desire to repair. First, I put a funny patch on a stretch sheet, which, after six years of operation, was worn to a hole. Then she took up the famous linen pants, which she renewed, lying in a ditch and contemplating the Kanachak sky. Both of their legs at the back have long turned into a sieve. I have already patched them with the same linen several times. They also wore out over time. This time the solution was radical: I cut out patches from thick coarse linen, almost like burlap, only very dense. It is much darker in color, but I don’t care, because I don’t plan to wear these pants in people, only for housework. They are so insanely comfortable, and when it's hot in a denim jumpsuit, or it's a pity to get it dirty, linen pants are just the best fit.

While I was repairing with inspiration, I asked Volodya about any tattered, patched and other cracked and broken. Every first one writes that according to all sorts of feng shui, there is no way to keep leaky and broken things in the house. Like, the energy from them is bad, it is necessary to throw it away without pity. I suspected that there was a catch in this postulate and the undisguised interest of the merchants. Volodya confirmed: all this is bullshit. If you like a thing and it is convenient, then it appearance irrelevant. Moreover: repairing, patching, patching, gluing what is convenient for you in everyday life is very good. By applying patches, you repair your soul, heal your spiritual wounds. Crap! I immediately remembered the episode when I really wanted to put patches on the famous ottoman in Kanachak. Then, as best I could, I quickly patched up the spiritual wound that the treacherous assistant Vova inflicted on me (God rest his soul). Here's how! Live and learn. And once again I was convinced that we often intuitively find the most correct solutions.

I return to the Supra stove. Why did I once refuse her services and buy a new Schaub Lorenz stove? Because a) the "Supra" did not regulate the heating of the burners, and this fact made me very tired, b) it began to rust wildly and peel off the paint. By the way, the coating of the old oven is very similar to the insides of the new bread machine, which began to rust intensively immediately after the start of operation. "Supra" was evicted to the Senki, and Sasha used it to cook porridge for animals. However, I really liked her oven in terms of functionality. And with the "Lorenz" she suffered a lot, and did not adapt - either she does not bake, or she burns. Sometimes it's both together.

And so, inspired by the information about the benefits of repairing my favorite things, I decided to revive the “Supra” and install it in the kitchen in a place of honor in order to use it like an oven. But she looks terrible. Therefore, I purchased heat-resistant paint (although only white was available in the store), armed myself with a rust remover, white spirit, masking tape, emery, and rags, and set about. First, she cleaned the surfaces of flaky paint with metal brushes, then went over with sandpaper, fought with rust, washed off with water what was washed off, degreased, dried with rags and covered the surfaces that were not to be painted with masking tape. She sprayed paint from a balloon, and it immediately became clear that she did not want to lie down exactly. I had to tampon the surfaces and paint the stove in the “winter camouflage” tone. It turned out funny, but in the end it’s still better than it was - looking at the stove is no longer scary.

After getting ready for a long time, Sasha smartly, gallantly, cleaned out the hogs and cleared the chimney channels in the furnace. Removed half a bucket of soot only from the upper channel. But this time he did everything very quickly - literally in a couple of hours, and carefully - even soot on household utensils almost did not settle, unlike last year.

Seasonal laundry was first taken in automatic mode: bought a long hose, made a drain from the machine through the window directly into the "sewer" pipe leading to the drain pit. We chose warm, dry days for washing, washed everything to the thread. True, the machine became capricious, stopped pressing normally in the “cotton, 40 degrees” mode. I persuaded her anyway, and so, I tried other modes, turned on the spin separately - everything is not radical, the laundry is wet. She turned on the audio file of Uri Geller - "technique, work" without sound. After a while, I carefully tried once again to turn on the machine in the “synthetics, 40 degrees” mode. And she, dear (TTT), like a bunny, washed it normally. So it worked, my sun, until the textiles in the house ran out. The mentioned file at the same time listened to our printer, which shortly before refused to turn on. I tried turning it on - nope, it doesn't work. When Volodya arrived, I told him that the printer would not turn on. He tried to turn it on - it works. So we live, shamelessly using the help of wizards.

Volodya taught me how to bake real bread, which is made only from flour and water. Rye and wheat flour in a ratio of two to one. True, sourdough is first made from water and rye flour, it matures for about four days. Then the dough is placed on it, then the sourdough itself. It is better to bake bread not tinned, but flat, otherwise it will not bake very well. It turns out sour for my taste, but still surprisingly tasty. Sasha sat down on him sharply. But most of all, I was struck by the cats, our picky cats, brought up on chicken liver, ate this bread like victims, no matter how much you give, as if they had never been fed anything more tasty in their lives! It remains for me to debug the production technology. In order for the sourdough to rise well, it must be very warm in the house, otherwise it peroxides without really rising. While I am experimenting and I really hope for the Supra oven, because Lorenz stubbornly burns this bread.

In Saransk, they visited the editor Polina. We talked on various topics, including the theoretically possible publication of a magazine version of my novel 68 Days. But only theoretically, because the processing of the novel into a magazine form is a long, difficult and bloody job, since a lot will have to be cut. They brought a couple of stories for publication, I gave The Balka and Requiem for Summer Rains. At some point, it seemed that they could go together, like a dilogy about the same thing - about the self-destruction of a person, a man and a woman. Pauline hasn't responded yet. But she made me an order for journalism - a new essay on an editorial assignment, and again about our life. While I think. And Polina also donated magazines with our publications, including the very precious copy with “Alien Bread LiveInternet.ru

Viewers may wonder how you decide what will be interesting to subscribers and what is not. How do you select blog content?

Anton: If some banal topics - immediately "in the furnace." And if they are interesting… there will be practical interest for us.

Alevtina: We just shoot what we love to do, but taking into account the opinion of subscribers. Here they write: “We would like to see more life”, which means we are filming life. Someone wants to see more living creatures. So, the next video (or through the video) is done with living creatures.

— Do you have staged scenes in your videos? When you come up with some interesting plot move in advance ...

Anton: Very rarely. But in general, when we are going to shoot something, we think a little about how it will all look later.

- Do you shoot discussions, conflicts, children's whims? Share with subscribers personal?

Alevtina: We do not share too personal, but in general terms we talk about our life. We have a Q&A section on our channel. In it, subscribers ask: "Tell me about this, about that." And we share. Not all, of course, but those that we consider necessary.

- What will never get into your blog?

Anton: How we fight, that's for sure. Or how kids misbehave.

Alevtina: Profanity. We do not use these words, and therefore they will never get into our blog.

Why do you think so many people are watching you? What did you hook them up with?

Alevtina: Most likely, because we just do not have a video according to the script. People are interested in this simplicity and unpretentiousness. As it is - so it is.

Anton: Yes, simplicity plays a big role. And I once watched similar blogs, I was wondering how other people live. Then I thought: maybe they will watch us too.

- Have you noticed that among your viewers there are more villagers or urban?

Anton: Approximately 50 to 50. Even somehow there are more urban ones. Rather, they just miss this life...

- What, in your opinion, drives the audience more: a passion for peeping or an interest in agriculture?

Anton: More like peeping. Although many will learn something useful from our blog. They write: “I looked at how you do it, I will do it too.”

It happened that we inspired people to move to the village: “We looked at you and decided to do the same. Advise what to buy, what to take there to start. They also start blogs.

- You also probably came across negative comments. Did the audience write anything offensive to you?

Anton: There have been so many comments already!

For example: "You are alcoholics, drinking there in your village." Or: "Your wife is an alcoholic, and you beat her."

It happens that people write tired, not getting enough sleep early in the morning ... Well, we don’t drink at all. Recently they called my wife some kind of bad Tatar ...

And how do you react to such things?

Anton: Lately, nothing: either delete the comment, or just leave it. And at first, it was clinging. And the wife said: "Let's quit the blog, that we are constantly discussed there."

Alevtina: For me personally, the most unpleasant comments were those related to the move: many people, when they found out that we were going to move to my homeland, to the Volgograd region, began to splash out their negativity on me. They wrote that I was pulling Anton to me, removing him from the family ... This was our deliberate decision. But subscribers did not understand this. That's the most annoying thing.

- And the criticism did not concern children?

Alevtina: Concerned. They write that children are spoiled, that we educate them incorrectly. And we believe that children are children, they can indulge and play. But people don't seem to understand this.

Has the criticism ever been helpful? Maybe subscribers helped you with practical advice ...

Anton: Often. Lots of useful little things. The last time, for example, when I was making a pumping station, there were a lot of tips on wiring and expansion tanks ... On animal husbandry too.

Alevtina: We even sometimes ask for advice ourselves, because we know a lot, but not everything. Then subscribers tell us.

— Are you friends with other “village bloggers”?

Alevtina: We communicate, discuss the channel, working moments. And just to be friends - no.

- Our film touches on the financial side of the issue. You said that you make an average of $1,000 per month with your blog…

Anton: About that. Now even less. Maybe because other bloggers appear, and we become uninteresting to someone.

Alevtina: Perhaps because other, more interesting channels are being created, and viewers go there. Our specifics of the channel are mainly livestock - cows. Probably, someone is interested in looking at other animals, and they go to channels where there are those they like. Perhaps because autumn has come, the children have gone to school. A lot of kids are watching us. And now they have classes.

This money is earned through YouTube views, right?

They offer everything in a row: electronics (even ordinary TVs, microwaves), some pictures that they themselves draw ... Or blinds, for example.

Approximately 10-15, and sometimes 20 offers a day are received. But we agree to only three or four offers a month. And we always say that this is advertising.

- How much does it cost to mention a product or service on your blog, if it is not barter?

Anton: The cheapest is 4k.

- Not bad. And how is it now with the dream of opening your own farm, which you talked about in your blog?

Alevtina: She is in the plans. But it won't happen soon, probably. For a farm, you need to build a lot, buy a lot of everything. So ... Let's go slowly towards our dream.

Dreaming about the village is not a shame. Even if you are an urban dandy who drinks latte macchiato in the morning, plows in the office during the day, and relieves stress in the evenings in the shopping mall. Especially in the heat, urban delights like fast food lose their value faster than Irina Gorbacheva collects followers on Instagram. We have collected five public pages about the exciting life in the village, which will inspire at least a visit to the granny's garden plot.

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The author of the blog is Yasna Chernichenko, as if from a Russian folk tale. She collects flowers in a basket, rides her son on horseback, arranges picnics on patchwork bedspreads and does it all in outfits. own production! And these are not banal T-shirts and pants for you, but dresses, skirts and sundresses in the spirit of Alyonushka and Nastenek from our children's fairy tales. It seems that her life is much richer and happier than the everyday life of a successful manager who has everything by city standards. Yasna strokes sheep with her son, collects grass, puts all the young girls of the village on needlework, photographs nature and even publishes books.