One time I gave all my money to a gypsy boy.
We had gypsies in our city traveling somewhere.
They were sitting on the ground in dirty clothes with babies, begging for money and everyone pretended they were invisible.
The gypsy boy, stopped me near the bus stop, and asked for bread.
He looked at me with big brown eyes and said:
Girl, I have seen a lot of beautiful girls, but
I haven't seen any one as beautiful as you!
And he smiled...
All I could say:
What do you want baby?
In stead of buying bike, toys, books
I gave him all money I had.
His mother thank me after, gave me a dry piece of wood to be happy.
I think I was only one who talked to gypsies.
What to do, if a child smiles?
And I had nothing else to say,
Than story of my great grandma.
That all I pretty much heard when I was small,
Almost every day I would hear stories watching old loving face.
The woman at work said, it was old.
It is old, but nothing except the people, who didn't give up, didn't quite, didn't hide,
People who were able to stand strong and win..
Not much at home at all.
My mom, like I think all the moms of my friends cooked and cleaned only once on weekend.
Every Saturday started from scrubbing pots,
I still remember that sound.
Then was hand washing clothes, cleaning floor, dishes, park with the dog.
No homework, afternoon I had to go for a walk.
My sister was living with my grandmother for sometimes,
I would visit her, because we went to different schools,
My mom couldn't handle both of us together,
Only when I went to high school my sister moved in...
That was our childhood.
In the morning I would wake up at 5
o'clock
And my grandmother or great grandmother would say:
Let's go for a walk.
Winter, summer, same thing.
They believed fresh air, especially cold, can change anything.
One lady's daughter had big issue with lungs,
Doctor said, sorry, nothing could be done.
And the neighbor told go to Siberia in freezing cold,
Kind of fighting against, use winter winds.
And this little girl now is more than seventy years old.
She is an actress, her story was in magazine,
I have somewhere.
This what I heard, cold, winter, more important than hot.
It only can stop.
Morning, early time, little bit dark, go outside, for a walk, for a run.
We used to wipe face with water on the leaves.
Rain water, boiled, once in a while, a bit in the shower, with milk, sugar and honey.
Its might sound funny, this what we used to do.
Sometimes I saw clouds like lips on the sky, its a kiss,
Hearts, something else for good weather.
My great grandmother was very kind,
Birds from nowhere would sit on her hand,
She could touch a tree, say: hi, and the wind would blow.
May be for people its not normal, but I have seen it my self...
And my grandmother or great grandmother would say:
Let's go for a walk.
Winter, summer, same thing.
They believed fresh air, especially cold, can change anything.
One lady's daughter had big issue with lungs,
Doctor said, sorry, nothing could be done.
And the neighbor told go to Siberia in freezing cold,
Kind of fighting against, use winter winds.
And this little girl now is more than seventy years old.
She is an actress, her story was in magazine,
I have somewhere.
This what I heard, cold, winter, more important than hot.
It only can stop.
Morning, early time, little bit dark, go outside, for a walk, for a run.
We used to wipe face with water on the leaves.
Rain water, boiled, once in a while, a bit in the shower, with milk, sugar and honey.
Its might sound funny, this what we used to do.
Sometimes I saw clouds like lips on the sky, its a kiss,
Hearts, something else for good weather.
My great grandmother was very kind,
Birds from nowhere would sit on her hand,
She could touch a tree, say: hi, and the wind would blow.
May be for people its not normal, but I have seen it my self...
Every summer, almost every day, we had someone staying over from far way.
There were women that could brighten up a room,
Could melt ice just with a smile.
Take half of what bothers, what you don't like.
They sing, talked, told old stories.
Some were nurses, long ago left homes, returned back,
And may be because of that, made our, young girls, worries very easy.
After a talk, nothing was wrong.
It was always happened before, wasn't our fault,
Life is beautiful, no rain, when you are young you have do mistakes,
Otherwise how else to learn, there no life school.
That was the answer, forever, for all.
When I was cleaning floors in the
hospital,
All me, the nurses used to wear,
Was only white uniform, high hills, bra and underwear, nothing else.
At summer it was too hot,
At winter we were young.
All were close age,
I was in high school, the nurses from medical colleges.
The older nurses, doctors were opened minded.
Some patients looked through eye glasses would say:
What are you wearing? I don't know if I should stand or fall or you girls made our day...
All me, the nurses used to wear,
Was only white uniform, high hills, bra and underwear, nothing else.
At summer it was too hot,
At winter we were young.
All were close age,
I was in high school, the nurses from medical colleges.
The older nurses, doctors were opened minded.
Some patients looked through eye glasses would say:
What are you wearing? I don't know if I should stand or fall or you girls made our day...
My grandmother had a big office,
She built the therapeutic hospital with her friend in about 1960,
And since that time was the head doctor.
Almost every day I used to visit her,
Wait for my art school or just go home together.
Everything was nice, big TV, couch, her desk, books,
Portraits of the country leaders,
Nothing I could touch when she was around,
It was for public.
I remember all the people sitting in a chair near the door.
My grandmother would listen, and listen
And I would listen until I cannot count till 4.
Then she would say:
Enough bullshit for today,
Look, clearly, here say, 300 hundred years ago it was the same case,
And it was a miracle, its written here, only in Latin.
Take this and this, and it's all gonna be fine.
Never in my life I've heard word give up,
There was always a miracle.
I believe in miracles:)
She built the therapeutic hospital with her friend in about 1960,
And since that time was the head doctor.
Almost every day I used to visit her,
Wait for my art school or just go home together.
Everything was nice, big TV, couch, her desk, books,
Portraits of the country leaders,
Nothing I could touch when she was around,
It was for public.
I remember all the people sitting in a chair near the door.
My grandmother would listen, and listen
And I would listen until I cannot count till 4.
Then she would say:
Enough bullshit for today,
Look, clearly, here say, 300 hundred years ago it was the same case,
And it was a miracle, its written here, only in Latin.
Take this and this, and it's all gonna be fine.
Never in my life I've heard word give up,
There was always a miracle.
I believe in miracles:)
When she was a child her father bought her first dress, it was in blue color.
This what she says:
I tried my new dress, blue flowers on the top, plain blue at the bottom.
Simple, but not brown we all used to wear.
And it went well with my blue eyes,
The boys called me mermaid for a while.
My father worked on the farm, tired all the time,
But when he saw me in the new dress,
His tired eyes brighten up the entire room,
He called my mom:
Look, l have never seen more beautiful girl in my life. And she is my own daughter....
my
grandmother's story
After I graduated from school,
My mother said: you have to go to medical university,
Take my dreams be the best doctor you can.
And I went to another city, it wasn't easy.
At that time we used food cards,
Only one loaf of bread every two weeks,
Little bit potatoes and milk from home.
After the war, we had to give to the country all.
One boy, a young man, I don't know,
I liked a lot, we had fun, talking about our university, life, studied together for a while.
He walked me home and one day, everything, my clothes, food, was gone...
In a few days without food, I thought it was time go home.
The next evening a big bag was near my door,
With my clothes, bread, meat, little bit money,
I couldn't believe.
And a letter from this man, he said sorry and I didn't see him until I was more than fifty,
For university anniversary.
After that time, taking all I had,
He had a dream or not, hard to believe, to return everything.
My mother said: you have to go to medical university,
Take my dreams be the best doctor you can.
And I went to another city, it wasn't easy.
At that time we used food cards,
Only one loaf of bread every two weeks,
Little bit potatoes and milk from home.
After the war, we had to give to the country all.
One boy, a young man, I don't know,
I liked a lot, we had fun, talking about our university, life, studied together for a while.
He walked me home and one day, everything, my clothes, food, was gone...
In a few days without food, I thought it was time go home.
The next evening a big bag was near my door,
With my clothes, bread, meat, little bit money,
I couldn't believe.
And a letter from this man, he said sorry and I didn't see him until I was more than fifty,
For university anniversary.
After that time, taking all I had,
He had a dream or not, hard to believe, to return everything.
I am writing for our women,
Who did impossible.
From far away walking with men together hand in hand.
For my mother who I promised never to give up,
For my aunts that wanted see me growing up,
For my cousins, older only five, six years, Laughing, dancing: we will take a chance.
For my old grandmother with the biggest gift:
To believe fully, love and dream and live.
Who did impossible.
From far away walking with men together hand in hand.
For my mother who I promised never to give up,
For my aunts that wanted see me growing up,
For my cousins, older only five, six years, Laughing, dancing: we will take a chance.
For my old grandmother with the biggest gift:
To believe fully, love and dream and live.
Remember, friend, our burning land,
Without birds, trees, grass.
Only us, planted into it shoulder to shoulder.
Remember tired young women,
Who gave us the last bread they had:
Did you see my husband,
Our brother, if will see, tell, we are fine,
Tell to return back home.
Remember an old grandmother in man's dirty clothes, who crossed us:
Sons, God will help and save.
You go, don't worry, we wait..
We wait, we wait... followed every where,
Making us proud,
Pushing to come back.
Without birds, trees, grass.
Only us, planted into it shoulder to shoulder.
Remember tired young women,
Who gave us the last bread they had:
Did you see my husband,
Our brother, if will see, tell, we are fine,
Tell to return back home.
Remember an old grandmother in man's dirty clothes, who crossed us:
Sons, God will help and save.
You go, don't worry, we wait..
We wait, we wait... followed every where,
Making us proud,
Pushing to come back.
Here
I see, people don't like winter,
And looking back,
Winter was favorite time.
Of course, summer was the best.
Without winter, no New Years gifts,
Santa Claus would melt,
No ice, snow fakes shine,
Making a wish near two roads at night.
We had cold winters - 27, 31.
Walked without gloves, ate snow, icicles,
Got home all wet, coughing, frozen a bit,
Our mothers would pray:
One more day, one more day.
I heard a story,
Few girls went to a party,
Across the river.
Walking back home and
A woman all in white, stopped them and said:
Don't walk here at night,
Look, see those stars,
Five stars on the sky shining far,
Go there, - pointed hand in white glove.
The girls went the wrong way,
By a mistake,
Towards the forest, not the city.
It was a snow storm
By the time they reached home.
Some woman said,
It was Winter herself,
Showing the right way.
And looking back,
Winter was favorite time.
Of course, summer was the best.
Without winter, no New Years gifts,
Santa Claus would melt,
No ice, snow fakes shine,
Making a wish near two roads at night.
We had cold winters - 27, 31.
Walked without gloves, ate snow, icicles,
Got home all wet, coughing, frozen a bit,
Our mothers would pray:
One more day, one more day.
I heard a story,
Few girls went to a party,
Across the river.
Walking back home and
A woman all in white, stopped them and said:
Don't walk here at night,
Look, see those stars,
Five stars on the sky shining far,
Go there, - pointed hand in white glove.
The girls went the wrong way,
By a mistake,
Towards the forest, not the city.
It was a snow storm
By the time they reached home.
Some woman said,
It was Winter herself,
Showing the right way.
my
grandmother's story
I asked my grandmother one time,
It was in 1935.
Can you really predict future,
Can you see what's going to be?
My grandmother said:
If you ask me, all I can say,
Everything is going to be great.
Smile to the sky, send air kiss,
Touch a tree, wash your face in the rain,
Look at the stars, moon, sun...
Become friend with the nature,
And it will stand up forever for you.
It was in 1935.
Can you really predict future,
Can you see what's going to be?
My grandmother said:
If you ask me, all I can say,
Everything is going to be great.
Smile to the sky, send air kiss,
Touch a tree, wash your face in the rain,
Look at the stars, moon, sun...
Become friend with the nature,
And it will stand up forever for you.
old
story
I see in newspapers people advertise psychic power
to tell everything for everything.
And the old ladies I have known were afraid even to take a peace of bread for help.
They said: when we help, God will help us back, will help our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, will help every one who will walk behind, will help who will touch our hands.
What a peace of food would do?
And the old ladies I have known were afraid even to take a peace of bread for help.
They said: when we help, God will help us back, will help our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, will help every one who will walk behind, will help who will touch our hands.
What a peace of food would do?
grandma's
old story
Grandma, grandma, tell us a story!
Seven kids, cannot wait any longer, looking at grandma's old wrinkled face.
Every one is so excited:
Grandma, please, what would be this time, three little pigs or story about a frog turning into beautiful princess.
Grandma is smiling:
About different princes.
She was a nurse at a war, long time ago.
Was she beautiful too? - the youngest granddaughter asked.
Shhhh!
She was very beautiful, brave and young,
Went to the war to protect our land, river, trees and of course, everyone who is sitting here.
Us?!
Of course!
It was the third day, she was not scared, may be little bit, not much. She couldn't see from the dark.
It was dark?
Very much, like thunderstorms, thousands together, loud, you have to go, follow friends, and don't see the begging, don't see the end.
Brave men, soldiers, ... sleeping.
Bad witch made them sleep forever.
Wow? - a chubby boy almost felt from a chair.
And then it was brightest light, the princess felt she was in paradise.
Did she saw the prince?
Yes. It was a sunny day, big garden, water fountain.
Prince was washing his hands and laughing. And there was a little girl, Anna her name, laughing too, and running around:
I love you daddy!
Anna, Anna, get right here!
The princess hears her own voice.
Anna, just like our mommy's name!
Now the princess is looking at this men and the little girl and laughing too.
Dark again, the bad witch is back.
A man not far from her, laying on the ground.
Sleeping?!
No! The princess saved him, brought back home,
She knew it was him.
The prince from the dream?
Yes, they have children and grandchildren, big and small,
Who are right now listening grandma's old story...
Seven kids, cannot wait any longer, looking at grandma's old wrinkled face.
Every one is so excited:
Grandma, please, what would be this time, three little pigs or story about a frog turning into beautiful princess.
Grandma is smiling:
About different princes.
She was a nurse at a war, long time ago.
Was she beautiful too? - the youngest granddaughter asked.
Shhhh!
She was very beautiful, brave and young,
Went to the war to protect our land, river, trees and of course, everyone who is sitting here.
Us?!
Of course!
It was the third day, she was not scared, may be little bit, not much. She couldn't see from the dark.
It was dark?
Very much, like thunderstorms, thousands together, loud, you have to go, follow friends, and don't see the begging, don't see the end.
Brave men, soldiers, ... sleeping.
Bad witch made them sleep forever.
Wow? - a chubby boy almost felt from a chair.
And then it was brightest light, the princess felt she was in paradise.
Did she saw the prince?
Yes. It was a sunny day, big garden, water fountain.
Prince was washing his hands and laughing. And there was a little girl, Anna her name, laughing too, and running around:
I love you daddy!
Anna, Anna, get right here!
The princess hears her own voice.
Anna, just like our mommy's name!
Now the princess is looking at this men and the little girl and laughing too.
Dark again, the bad witch is back.
A man not far from her, laying on the ground.
Sleeping?!
No! The princess saved him, brought back home,
She knew it was him.
The prince from the dream?
Yes, they have children and grandchildren, big and small,
Who are right now listening grandma's old story...
