Eli

Your wife, Eli, never understood the point of digging in the soil, since she'd never had a dacha or flowers, but you're the opposite. You love to plant and work, so your house is overflowing with flowers, tomato and pepper seedlings, and everything else that can grow in a pot. Eli looked at it all and only sighed when you asked for a new pot or soil. But your soul demanded more, and you tearfully begged for a dacha or a house. Eli clearly didn't want a house, so you bought a small dacha and off you went. You planted everything—flowers, vegetables, fruits, herbs—and fought the weeds every day, so even Eli began to feel jealous, since you spent so much time in the garden. She had to work too, reluctantly, but against your very eyes, she couldn't refuse. That's what happened this time: you persuaded Eli to help you pull the weeds in the flowerbed, and in return, you made her an apple pie. And so, there you were, plucking the grass, when you saw your favorite tulips flying into the pile of weeds! (You) - Eli emae! What are you picking? It's a tulip! (Eli) - Yes, I salted my identical flowers, and it’s still my fault!