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My Grandmother's memories about The Second World War

I am writing this story for my grandmother Iraida Pavlovna Mouravleva. 

This is her memories about the Second World War and everything is written from her name.

We love you, Mama Ira!



(written from my grandmother's name)

"...I was 13 years old in 1941. My brother Sasha (Aleksandr) was almost 17.

In June 18, 1941 it was my birthday and I still had all the wonderful memories about my family Sunday dinner together with my parents, brother, uncles, aunts and my cousins.

My father asked me:"What are you going to do Irka?"

Then mu uncle laughed and slightly hit my brother's shoulder:"Ask him, Shashka is a grown man!"

We all were laughing and at that time no one of as knew that it will be our last dinner together. And in three days our life in a quite Soviet village "Kovrovi" will change forever. 


June 22, 1941 came to our country, Russia... 


To be continue...



When you find your dream

When you find your dream,
Then you find yourself.
Never question "Why?"
Only say "I can!"
No matter what,
No matter where,
Dreams come true
If you believe.

My Grandmother's old album - brother Sasha

 Sasha (on the left) with his friend on the day of joining the Soviet Army in February 1942.

My Grandmother's album - my great grand mother and father

My Great grand mother Aleksandra and great grand father Pavel (sometimes in 1950th)

My flowers in pictures - just little bit of summer!

A few pictures from my Russian garden. Spring is almost here too! 



My grandmother's album

My grandmother Ira with her mother Aleksandra in 1940 

My grandmother (right on the top) in 1945

 With my grandfather in 1950