Grandchildren were born and grew up in peaceful years

So I keep remembering how my eldest son and I decided to go to the forest to get hay on a cow during the war. They harnessed her, poor thing, to a cart, first tried around the yard, then drove into the forest. Loaded up, we're going back. Well, they caught on the stumps with a cart. You turn her, the cow, in one direction, and she goes the other way. And what does she understand, she is a cow, she is adapted to another business by nature. We barely got out of the forest. My son, I say, it's better to ride on a sled and on a taratai to get hay and firewood. At least we will not torture the animal, force it to do what is unnecessary, what is repugnant to its nature.

And I must say that people helped each other. Tea, here for firewood — and then, sometimes, you'll mate with someone: now this one, tomorrow we'll bring another one. And the letter to whom will come from the front, we are discussing it all over the street. Who is in reserve, who is on the first line, who is in the hospital, who is completely gone, like mine. After all, it was like a scythe. As if that was the purpose of that war: not to stop until everyone is mowed down or maimed. Few people returned, only the disabled. And those who left after the first mobilization did not return. Now here we are, all their widows, and we are left.

However, someone was lucky. Here is my cousin's brother—in-law - he was there until the last, but he returned alive and well. He returned alone to the street. My guest, who was evacuated from Estonia, also had joy after the war — she met her husband. She sent me a letter and told me about her joy. They lived in my house for three years, two sisters and two kids. How the family became. One of their children was not saved — he died. How we all grieved, how I pitied them...

The years were harsh, but youth, as you remember, took its toll. And they used to laugh with the women. You can't take her youth anywhere. And holidays, tea, were not forgotten. How can you forget the old ones, after all, it is a custom given from generations. The biggest holiday in our village was the Intercession of the Throne. We also have the Church of the Intercession. Three days of the throne is in October, just as the work in the field is all over. Christmas is still, Carnival, Easter. There may not be anything on the table, but it was a holiday anyway, in the shower.

I think this way: the holidays that we got from our parents and from our grandfathers are very necessary for a person. To strengthen the soul. Let's take our village holiday, which our grandfathers and great-grandfathers celebrated. In other villages, another holiday is held in high esteem. On such days, the whole village is like one family. It's like no man is on his own, but together with everyone, you get stronger from this. Young people don't know that anymore. And you start telling how even during the war, on a holiday, the village lived with one spirit, they grew younger, they rested, they do not understand. This custom helped us to live, but for the young it is now lost...

Do you know how we celebrated the Victory? The women gathered all together and began to cry! Some from joy, some from grief that their husbands will not return.

I now have two grandchildren, two granddaughters and two great—grandchildren - a boy and a girl. All the joy, all the joy is in them. I have plenty of old pictures in my hut. They don't hang them in modern houses. And here I am the mistress. Icons and pictures on the wall are a sacred thing. And my husband is here too. I put my grandchildren in his frame. I say, here you are, look at them, which have grown up.

I've loved drinking tea all my life. And now my granddaughters are coming to me for seagulls. During the war, all herbs were brewed: oregano, St. John's wort and rosehip. If you stock up on bushes in the summer, there's enough for the whole winter. I'm still hoarding herbs. I tell my granddaughters what kind of illness it is. They drink my herbal tea and praise it. And I look at them and rejoice. And when they run home, I'll stay alone, lie down, close my eyes like that and think: life has passed, I didn't notice how. In the works and in the worries. But I did not live in vain: eight people remained after my husband and me.

Grandchildren and great-grandchildren were born and grew up in peaceful years, I was calm for them. But what it was like for our children to be raised by soldiers' widows in the war, We ourselves do not often remember this, it is not an easy memory. Or maybe we should remember more often and tell our grandchildren. Unconsciousness can also cause trouble. So I won't go far for an example. Ready to win big? Check out NineWin website and experience safe, thrilling gaming.