"Lost people" /Andreevka/

_____ The village of #Andreevka is located in the foothills of #Kuznetskiy Alatau, on the right bank of the #Tomi River, 17 km from #Kemerovo. The trip for me was especially interesting because my relatives on my mother’s side once lived in this village, while my mother herself spent some period of her childhood very close by, in the village of Petrovka.
     The history of the village is described in detail and well in the address reference, so I see no reason to repeat myself, and for those who are interested, I just give a link https://clck.ru/TUdJz
     From the story, I learned that at the beginning of the twentieth century, there was a large influx of immigrants from Russia, especially from Chuvashia, to Andreevka, and it just so happened that quite recently I learned that Chuvash genes also flow in my blood. When asked why my mother never talked about this, I received a very strange answer - it turns out that all her life she was embarrassed about this fact and tried especially not to expand on the topic of her nationality. Considering that her childhood was not at all easy and from the age of 12, even with illness and after the death of my grandmother with the beautiful name Arina, her mother was brought up in the Topkinsky orphanage, this fear becomes not only understandable, but also fully justified. After all, unconscious childish cruelty sometimes knows no boundaries.
    I will definitely tell you about Petrovka and my mother sometime later, today Andreevka. Since I am often reproached for a large amount of negativity in relation to the places I visit, this time I tried to shoot everything as beautifully as possible and did not bother you with my value judgment. I will cite the reflections of a person I did not know, which I did not look for anywhere specifically, but simply took it in the same address information.
From myself I will only add - despite the availability of gas, proximity not only to the regional center, but also to the elite cottage settlement Lesnaya Polyana, today I did not like the village at all. Not only has it lost all its originality, becoming another summer cottage appendix, apparently ordinary residents (not prosperous summer residents) still find it difficult to live in it.
Well, one more thing that struck me was the cemetery in the middle of the village. I understand, of course, that the village is expanding, but building a dacha or even a permanent dwelling consciously next to the churchyard is beyond my understanding.
_____ "My village now and in the future"
Now more and more people are talking about the decline of agriculture. My fellow villagers and I know this firsthand. Quite recently, just a few years ago, our village was flourishing. In our rural area there were such enterprises: meat - a dairy farm, a dairy shop, a sausage shop, a pig farm, a horse farm, greenhouses, a cinder block shop, a bakery. And now the economy has gone bankrupt. This means that most of the population of our village was left without work. There is no place in the countryside where young people could meet, communicate or spend their free time. Even weddings now have nowhere to play - the state farm canteen, where many young couples of our village played weddings, were sold as a private house. So the "future" of our village stands in the evenings at the bus stop and drinks. And many people drink in the village. And they begin their difficult life path quite early. In the club, only children of school and preschool age can find activities to their liking. Where are 20, 30, 40 year olds to go? How to diversify your leisure time? So they are fleeing from the village to the city, since it is nearby, just 6 km from us.
Another problem in our village, as in the whole of Russia, is the roads. You are amazed, in every yard there is a car or a motorcycle, or even two, and the roads are horrible! But everyone pays the road tax.
There is also almost no lighting on the streets. And now there are also problems with transport. Soon we will walk, as in the old days.
And my fellow villagers live mainly at the expense of their own economy. Milk, cottage cheese, sour cream are brought to the city to the market to sell. Vegetables - there too. So, as there was hard work in the village, he remained. And it didn't work to erase the line between city and country.
In the future, I want my village to become neat (new roads, street lighting, cafes), so that an owner appears who will be sick with all these problems and will solve them, and not fill his pocket at the expense of others. So that people respect themselves and others. There is certainly hope. This year, quite recently, a permanent priest appeared in our church. Maybe he can do something about the anger of people with their hopelessness. After all, faith in the best was taken away from the people, and nothing was given in return. So people got confused. They don't know how to live and what to do with themselves. "