The most loved story (I think I still remember every word and my great grandmother's smile every time she was speaking) was the story about their cow Zorka.
My great grandmother would always say: "We would not survive without the cow. Cold, no much food for us, but Zorka had always the best grass, because we knew without her milk the children would have no food at all. My cousin had a new born and the first year it was just Zorka's milk.
Zorka was like a dog. She would stay and go when you say. I kiss her noise and say: "Zorka, Zorka" and Zorka would say:"Moo!"
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
