Some have cucumbers, some have tomatoes, and some have breasts growing on mother’s cabbage: Dima Bilan, Anna Semenovich, Tatyana Bulanova, Alexander Buinov and other celebrities have revealed to Woman’s Day the secrets of successful seedlings.
7 May 2017
– Dacha is always an entertainment event. I remember how my father and I were picking tomatoes in a greenhouse, which he planted for himself. Once my friends and I went to the forest on May 1 in the “Hummer” – we were looking for a place to settle down for a long time, to light a fire. And they did not notice how they drove into the swamp. We got stuck so that they could not get this car out, and went on foot to a neighboring collective farm. We barely found a sober man there, who got on a tractor, and we ran in front of him, showing him where to go. He pulled the car out of the swamp with a winch and pulled the Hummer out of the swamp. It was fun and unforgettable, I want to return to this time. I don’t often allow myself this, but sometimes I can stink. Now I also have a dacha. Weymouth pines grow there – do you know them? Well, such, with sparse branches. A young man who helps me around the house grows cucumbers and carrots somewhere to the right of the lawn.
– Everything grows at my dacha in the Moscow region, except for watermelons and melons. Cucumbers, tomatoes, zucchini, eggplants work best. I stew them, and steam, and bake them, and preserve them, and eat them raw. Once I got to a vegetable base, and its director told me how vegetables are actually stored: about nitrates, pesticides. If you pick an apple from a tree in the country and take a bite, it immediately rusts. And the store will wait for you for three weeks until you return from the tour. Having learned that this food is not real, I did not want to mutate and started a vegetable garden many years ago. I recommend everyone to take horse manure – this is the most excellent fertilizer. If there are piglets, take pig feces, but horse feces are better. I have a horse one myself: the piglet smells stronger, and I can’t help chicken droppings either – it needs to be diluted with water and replaced often. And another advice from personal experience: take healthy seeds so that they do not have husks and so that they are not slightly deformed by various midges and insects.
– From the concert I’m going straight to the dacha. I don’t grow anything there, the market is nearby, and everything is there. In my country house there are just flowers – peonies, hydrangeas, herbs that are beautiful for the smell. The bedroom is lavender, and I like to wake up in the morning and look out the window and see the roses bloom. I have probably a million of them. Like Alla Borisovna.
– I look forward to the opening of the garden season. For the last five years it has become a home for me. Initially, he laid the foundation with his own hands. He stood for a year. On the next I built a little more and more. Everything stood firmly, reliably, and in five years the building became capital. Instead of a summer residence, a house appeared, in which I now live. But I don’t touch the ground myself: I made money on special people who are engaged in all the beds, and I just admire their work. He’s very bad at natural science, it’s hard to understand what is being grown here. I can clearly distinguish that there are strawberries among them – they are red and unrealistically juicy. There is also a whole field sown with something. Maybe it’s rye, maybe potatoes – it’s impossible to tell me by eye.
– We have a dacha in the Vsevolzhsky district of the Leningrad region. This is my place of power, and it begins with a well: despite the fact that we have a water supply system, we draw water from it in buckets, since the underground springs have a completely different energy and a different taste. Wash yourself with such water in the morning – and you will have strength for watering. The well was dug by dad and his friends – they were looking for a place for him on the site with a special device and were not mistaken: the water there is really amazing and never runs out. Around our two-storey house – 41 acres, but you can walk far behind the fence – nature is a feast for the eyes. Inside we have a guest house, a Russian bathhouse with a swimming pool and a chicken coop, chickens rush regularly, so we eat homemade eggs for breakfast. Serve fresh cucumbers and tomatoes, dill and parsley with scrambled eggs. We do not grow so much to make pickles and marinades from this, so we treat ourselves raw. Peonies bloom well. Apple trees bear fruit annually, although usually in these parts – after a year. We are hospitable people, if someone looks in, we give something to plant, so we have here birch, and fir-trees, and linden with thuja. Mom is engaged in all this household: I think the main thing at the dacha is to relax, so I’m lying here in a hammock and watching TV.
– I have a dacha near Polenovo, in the Tula region. My dream is to grow strawberries there with my own hands. Then go to the market, sell it and make money. I already have seedlings everywhere – in the toilet, on the shelves, where the sun is, under the bed. I also went to the state farm to pick strawberries, but you won’t earn much there, and you won’t live for concerts alone today, and my greed knows no bounds. Although your readers get a discount, and relatives and neighbors in the country – everything is free. I am a businessman and do not limit myself to strawberries: I also grow cucumbers, tomatoes, zucchini, flowers, and in the toilet on the shelf I have buckwheat – there is a lot of iron in it. But you can’t live without strawberries.
– At the dacha I grow only my tanned body. Mom does the rest. She succeeds in everything: zucchini, cucumbers, garlic. She makes stews, compotes, salt, leaven from them. And this (shows on the neckline. – Woman’s Day) from cabbage. Mom’s. She’s special. Who wants a figure like mine, come to our dacha.