When my great grandmother was young
She was very beautiful, it was not a village girl beauty, plain and simple,
It was beauty beyond that.
Wealthy family used to own her village,
As well as other villages around.
And their son felt in love with my great grandmother,
Of course at that time no one would let him to marry not equal one.
They saw each other for a while, then he had to decide what to have,
His family wealth or her, he didn't want to go against.
After Russian Social Revolution in 1917 the village, all country became freedom,
All rich families were pretty much wiped out,
This man run away and she saw him again after almost twenty years, dirty sitting on the street.
He recognized her, but she was married to a nice man, my great grandfather, had two children.
She walked by, leaving some money in his cup.
Only the war took her outside beauty, but not the inside, none could take what you have inside.
At that time thirty, fourth years women took everything on their shoulders,
Young men and women left,
You have big farm, children, old people, winter, summer, spring,
She was working sometimes twenty hours a day for four years in the forest and farm,
Letting my grandmother go to school.
And own house, garden, writing letters to her sisters, nieces, cousins to the army,
About how good life is and they shouldn't worry about her, and their children,
Because they have everything.
That what she was all about,
Always optimistic, smiling,
Believing that everything will be great.
Even with us, had candies all the time,
She said, the wind brought it to her.
Each flower and grass she knew by name, knew the entire forest, where our river goes, the animals...
Everything...
