It will be manly
When the senior grandson said he wanted to learn from the blacksmith, I thought he was kidding, as usual. It turned out, seriously. In college (since this year is already a college), he is studying as a technologist for meat and dairy products. For a small city, the main enterprise of which is a dairy, this is a good profession. The only hassle is that the position of technologist at the plant is one, and is occupied for life, and there are no less than 30 graduates in each issue. So they offer young people on a self-supporting basis to get other professions, which will allow them to enter adulthood with something useful.
In the first year, the grandson got right along the way, in the second year - the crust of an electrician. In the third, I was thinking about cooking, and suddenly - a blacksmith. Suddenly somehow, but from me - respect! He has been able to fry-soar for a long time already better than me and his mother, but blacksmithing is like a man. In the old days, blacksmiths were in almost every village, their skill was held in high esteem. But now the profession is so rare that some people believe that it no longer exists.
In my homeland, in the north of Nizhny Novgorod, they would also be considered the same if one of the villagers had not remembered the grandfather's craft. Sergey Pavlov not only got up to the anvil, but also the boys began to teach blacksmithing.
This hut on chicken legs was forged by his grandson Roman. Pictures taken at last year’s City Day.
Here are two traveling crutches walking along the railroad track.
Here is a snail hanger
and a snail candlestick.
Rose as a decorative element.
like, for example, this stand for firewood, fettered by a blacksmith who came for a holiday from a neighboring area.
