Alexandra

Well, Alexander, it's your time - the time of a story about you ...

They were three children in the family of the rural shepherd Andrei Romanovich - the eldest daughter of Alexander and the two sons of Yakov and Stepan. My mother got out of this life early and my father had to bring a new mistress into the house. They fell as if from a torn kul in a newly formed family of children and it became scarce in all places. The eldest daughter was sent to the people - where the floors will wash for the egg, where he will sit with the child and stay on the stove.

How long did Alesandra become a grown-up and have married her fiance to Mikhail Vasilievich, something did not work out with their first wife ...

She was glad - there is a house, some sort of economy - it's right that happiness has come down. Their son Ivan was born. And everything seems to be like people's, but the vultures flew in from the evil side in June 1941 and took them from the peasant's family to a damnable war, so damnable that they will remember a hundred years, and the tears will not dry out ...

In the forty-second came to the house razluchnitsa unnamed "funeral" .. Howling is not howling, but it's necessary to live - and digging up to the ground and cattle to grow - the front to feed and work in the field until the seventh sweat ..

 The son grew up, but the war ended. Heavy postwar years made themselves felt .. And again - how long is it short, but the carpenter-cabinetmaker took the wife to the widow - agreed to Alexander - there was no choice at that time, you know, knitting muzhiks did not mean death ..

 And then they offered to enlist in Kamchatka. Well, the devil does not joke, and the need to lead to the road - agreed. They did not have any money at that time and they decided to take the son to the "hare". It was not possible - on one of the stages the boy was removed from the train and sent back ... He arrived in his native village and took him to the godmother's post - for six long years. Exactly so much and the mother's heart has rotted beyond the far end of the earth on a strange side ..

But they returned with triumphs - with money, with furniture and a tea service. Alexandra was adorned with small curls, as in a village lamb. Chemical perms, and no one saw in those years ... Oh, and envied ...

But either there was a lot of money, or the carpenter-red-vendor sipped a few liberties, but often it was a holiday to arrange. Celebrated to the point that they decided to leave the village altogether - to Central Asia .. The queue lined up behind the furniture - the buffet was painfully beautiful, and the service parts were dismantled. So light and went to the East to continue their lives and their kind ...

Time passed, Alexander worked in a kindergarten, the son of children grew, and her husband did not recover - separated. And then he was picked up by a local woman to her husband. It's time to retire to retire, but no experience - in the collective farm book some sticks remained. And she was assigned a pension from the state for 11 rubles.

The son said to move to them - that's the second granddaughter was born - to nurse and have to groom. All the food, lunches and dinners, washing, cleaning and a small one fell on her hands. Yes, it is not the first time - since childhood I turned ..

I grew up with the most strict and fairest, most wonderful and kind grandmother in the world. Thanks to her, I do not know what kindergarten is (this is for those who with horror recall their kindergarten years - I know there are such)).

When I was already at school - Alexander's grandmother helped young mothers to take care of babies. If someone remembers, but then the decree as such was not - two months after childbirth and to work. In kindergartens there were nurseries - such big bedchains with screaming babes ....

The first was Sanya-Iskander .. His father was thrown by his mother almost immediately, and she was a stupid woman, frightened of her parents to write ... He was spending the night and spending the night with us, because his mother lived in a neighboring porch. I was weak with health and I remember my grandmother kept it at my breast, warmed me with my warmth. Grew handsome - tall, bright - my mother admired them and told grandmother a hundred "thank you".

The second was Igorek at the exhausted father's drunkard of his mother. He was almost colorless and skinny and would not have survived if the grandmother had drunk milk and semolina porridge on him.

The third one was also called Igor - he was the adopted son of well-off parents. Grandma first went to them every day, and then perehala.Tam she became a member of the family - she cooked, cleaned, washed and roasted Igorka. Years in two boys, they completely left the city, probably were afraid that his son will tell the whole truth ..

 Well, then I got married. She gave birth to two children and .... her husband had another family ....

  The children are small, but I have an institute, in the evening there were soap stairs in it (alimony was voluntary and there were so many that there was no pritenzy from the side - 20 rubles per child). Looking at my agony grandmother muttered to herself: "Lord, and not one will not die .."

 And I roared in the voice and said -

"Well, do not say that .."

 I did not take offense at it either - my grandmother was a kind person - it would be said by everyone in the district. You know why she did not allow to have kittens and puppies - because we will play enough and leave, and this is a living soul. When the father brought the kites or kittens found on the road from the voyage, the grandmother