Interior of grandmother's house

Grandma's house is all my childhood!

The house is still standing ... already boarded up.

Here is the passage, and the stairs to the attic. In childhood I was very afraid of a hole leading to the attic. It was dark and terrible, it seemed that some monster would come out of there. But in the afternoon I crawled through the attic without a single hint of fear. Here there are buckets with which I went to the well for water. On the closet lay fishing equipment.

Anteroom, it's also a kitchen.
Here, at the stove, all the winter evenings passed. We played cards and drank tea with pancakes or pies. I lay on the bunks for sleeping, played with the cat, while my grandmother cooked at the stove.

Separately about the stove.
It is a Russian stove with a stove and bunks for sleeping.
Everything was boiled and fried on it, everyone was warming in it and drying their clothes. They even slept on it.
I will never forget the crackling of the burning wood of this stove!

Stairs to the stove.

"Front" or the main room or living room. It really came to guests, watched TV, gathered large companies of relatives or friends.

Bedroom.
I know these carpets on the walls by heart! All childhood I was take a look in them! I fell asleep with them and woke up. The dawn began from this room, it was the first rays of the sun that fell into it.

Externally, the house is not particularly noteworthy, but its insides like a soul, will remain in my memory forever!