A metal wind-up alarm clock rings in a chilly farmhouse. Granny’s metal bed springs screak. She dresses up, steps into her gumshoes and shuffles to the kitchen. Takes a bundle of brushwood, tears a piece of a Soviet “Tiesa” newspaper and opens a loud squeaking doors of a cast-iron stove. Her concerned eyes are watching the combustion process for a while.
It is quiet. Firewood is flickering. Small red dots, escape through the tiny slit in the door of the stove and romp around playfully on the floor. Even now (after 25 years) remembering it invokes a pleasant morning slumber. I know that granny went to the barn through a creaking snow. There she poured some mash to pigs and rained some grain to chickens. Dropped some straws for the horse. She pulled a few beetroots from the basement and threw them to the animals as a dessert. Then she went to the deep well (14 curbs), fetched some water and gave it to all animals.
“Hey, kiddies, get up, potatoes are served on the table”, a jolly and loud voice of the granny casts the slumber away. It is one of our favorite dishes that nobody else can cook so well even at home (in the city). We rub our eyes, sprinkled our faces with ice-cold water and rush to the table. Take the potatoes and juggle them from hand to hand, blow at them until they cool off.
“Here’s the butter”, she passes us a plate with freshly made yellow, aromatic and salty cone of fat. She sits down in the corner between the refrigerator and observes how we, with mouths grinning, try to bite the potatoes and avoid being burned at the same time. “Scratch off the coal first”, says she taking a potato away from my brother and quickly, using knife cuts away the burnt parts of the potatoes. She sits and accompanies our every move with her warm and caring look. Those were the most wonderful mornings at our granny’s place. Yes, granny. Not grandmother. Grandmother was an alien, urban word to me.
She did not believe in God. Showed no support to any party. She never took sides. She just patiently and stubbornly took care of the house. The house where we always felt safe and loved. That house will always remain in my memories. I hope to create such house for my children and I wish you to have such house too.
The company was established in 2006. Since then it was like traveling on the road full of challenges and trials. Through countless cups of coffee, sleepless nights and a multitude of complicated projects we saw, shared and together survived the biggest economic crisis, construction decline, and the current technological revolution. From the very beginning, we were loyal to our fundamental values – impeccable customer service and improvement of our qualification as experts.
We are grateful to all our clients who helped us grow. We hope that you will continue to be the part of our company.
Our inner culture, traditions, and relationships make a foundation on which we build our identity and success of the company. We believe that only happy employees can make our customers happy.
The high quality of the projects and accuracy are the main factors that distinguishes us from our competitors.
We grow as accompany only when we grow as personalities.
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