Fabula par dziesmīšiem /// Fable on the Song fest

Es vakar un aizvakar biju laukos, vakar un aizvakar bija Dziesmu svētki, aizvakar vecāmammai izbira uz galda sāls.

Vecāmamma.: Būs jāstrīdas!
Es.: Ar ko nez?
Vecāmamma.: Gan jau ar Visvaldi, viņš tāds strīdīgs.

Vēlāk vakarā.
Vecāmamma: Deju svētkus tu vispār nevari paskatīties, vienu deju! Kas tas ir - viena deja! Tev tikai krievus paskatīties, latviešus vispār nevari skatīties.
Visvaldis: Rīt būs atkārtojums.
Vecmamma: Kāds atkārtojums!! Rīt būs Noslēguma koncerts!
Visvaldis: Nu, to pašu, tikai dziedās.
Vecāmamma: Ka nevar saprast - Noslēguma koncertā citu dziedās!
Visvaldis: [meh] Var taču iet skatīties uz otra televizora. Ir taču divi televizori, jomajo!
Vecāmamma: [pauzite, neitrāli] Mazs ekrāns. Tev tikai krievus un čigānus. Latviešus izturēt nevari, pff.

Morāle.
Neizbērt sāli Dziesmīšu laikā, ja nealksti nacionāla rakstura strīda ar savu tuvāko.

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Yesterday and the day before yesterday I was in the countryside, yesterday and the day before Latvian Song and Dance Festival [huge festivities once every five years] took place, the day before yesterday my grandma  poured salt on the table unintentionally.

Grandma: It means I'll have a fight with someone.

Me:  Who might that be?

Grandma: Visvaldis, most probably. He's quite quarrelsome.

Later in the evening.

Grandma: You can't even watch the Dance festival properly, the maximum you're able to stand is one dance! What's one dance?! You'd rather watch nothing but Russians, you can't watch Latvians at all.

Visvaldis: They'll rerun it tomorrow.

Grandma: Rerun, yeah, right! They'll show the gala tomorrow!

Visvaldis: Well, that's the same, only singing.

Grandma: What's here so impossible to understand - they'll sing very different songs from the ones they dance to today!

Visvaldis: [meh] There's still an option to move to the other room to watch this on the other TV. We've got two TVs, for God's sake!

Grandma: [pauses, neutrally] The screen's small. You want nothing but Russians and Gipsies. You can't bear Latvians at all, pff.

Morals.

Don't pour the salt on the table, unless you crave a national problem disposed fight with your next of kin.