“It was happiness, it was, but everything worked out” - this woman’s story made me think about a lot of thingstranslated

Anastasia SMIRNOVA (Pisarevskaya)

- He always took care of me. They didn’t live richly, and sometimes he’d buy me some sweets or bring me flowers. He gives and smiles, as if he himself is happier because of my joy!

I look at my interlocutor’s gray hair and wrinkled face. I'm trying to imagine what she was like in her younger years.

- We lived like everyone else, it seemed to me, nothing special. I didn’t understand it then, but only later, when he was gone... It means something: behind a stone wall. And he hung around with the kids, he was handy, he knew how to do everything, and he taught his son. Yes, as he taught: he didn’t teach, but simply did it himself, and he spun around and adopted it. Close by all the time. They loved him.

Knobby fingers mechanically finger the hem of the dress. They say about such hands: overworked. I have seen similar ones many times - from my own grandmothers. Such hands can do everything: light a stove, bake pies, work in the soil, and keep cattle. They just don’t know how to rest, perhaps. The hands are calmly lowered, it’s not time to work, but the fingers are fingering and fingering the fabric...

Mom. Photo by Tatiana Perets / vk.ru/tatianaperets

- I was restive, oh stupid! A little wrong, not for me,” she raised her voice. But he endured and was silent. When I get completely crazy, he gets up silently and leaves...