I heard this story long time ago,
just thought about it today.
A man goes to Church for the first time, and has no idea what to do.
One woman tells him that he shouldn't stay where he is standing. Another woman tells him to buy a candle. A man tells him, he doesn't cross himself right. A priest refuses to give blessing, because the man doesn't know how to kiss the priest's hand. Everyone telling him to go and but a special book first, and then go to Church.
The man is all upset leaving the Church.
Then he hears God's voice from the sky: "I know, they did not let you go to the Church. Do not worry, they do not let me in ether…”
A man goes to Church for the first time, and has no idea what to do.
One woman tells him that he shouldn't stay where he is standing. Another woman tells him to buy a candle. A man tells him, he doesn't cross himself right. A priest refuses to give blessing, because the man doesn't know how to kiss the priest's hand. Everyone telling him to go and but a special book first, and then go to Church.
The man is all upset leaving the Church.
Then he hears God's voice from the sky: "I know, they did not let you go to the Church. Do not worry, they do not let me in ether…”
Four women:
Winter, spring, summer and autumn.
The winter one is the oldest,
She has white hair, wrinkles, cold, and wisdom, strength, strong will and word.
The spring, the youngest, most beauty in the world, doesn't really walk, runs, the brightest smile, just go, go, go. She likes the rain, warm wind, not cold or snow.
The summer sleepy, tired after party and funny, little bit naughty.
The autumn has golden hair, and dresses always green and yellow....
Winter, spring, summer and autumn.
The winter one is the oldest,
She has white hair, wrinkles, cold, and wisdom, strength, strong will and word.
The spring, the youngest, most beauty in the world, doesn't really walk, runs, the brightest smile, just go, go, go. She likes the rain, warm wind, not cold or snow.
The summer sleepy, tired after party and funny, little bit naughty.
The autumn has golden hair, and dresses always green and yellow....
My
great grandmothers
My great grandmothers, both, were from different
backgrounds, families, and at the same time they had something that united
forever, it was optimism, believing in good thing, happiness.
My grandmother’s mother was from a very poor family, didn't know how to read well, the oldest sister, always raising a baby, got married at 16 to a wealthier family (my great grand father). At the same time she had that traditional beauty, strength, knew the nature like no one I have ever known.... We always had people in the house, friends, old ladies, relatives, singing, eating, sleeping, looking in old pictures, telling stories. My grandmother is the same way, even now. Everything in the house was very simple, nothing extra, very warm, comfortable, even air was fresh, cold a bit, the windows opened, food cooking.
My grandmother’s mother was from a very poor family, didn't know how to read well, the oldest sister, always raising a baby, got married at 16 to a wealthier family (my great grand father). At the same time she had that traditional beauty, strength, knew the nature like no one I have ever known.... We always had people in the house, friends, old ladies, relatives, singing, eating, sleeping, looking in old pictures, telling stories. My grandmother is the same way, even now. Everything in the house was very simple, nothing extra, very warm, comfortable, even air was fresh, cold a bit, the windows opened, food cooking.
My
grand father's mother was from different family, very educated, had excellent
manners, style, class, the same as my grandmother's mother, even she was from
an old village, she, all her retrieves had some kind of class in them, in old
clothes they looked clean. Always looking up straight, confident.
My grandfather never talked about his family, they didn't have old pictures, may 2 -3, no memories at all. And his mother to me at that time, was always quiet, no friends, no relatives in the house, except us. She was very organized, liked piano music and Soviet documentaries about 1930 -1940th. One time she was watching Victory Parade with all the Soviet leaders on the stage and said that every time she is watching them, she is thinking about her own family. Almost all her family was prosecuted by government in 1930th. There was nothing to find even years after, no judgment, no documents at all. One "sorry" letter from the government in 1980, that it was a political mistake. She was "wife of enemy of the state", arrested, but some one powerful, I guess, asked to let her and her children go. My grandfather was not allowed to work in Moscow, study in university, in 1940th - 1950th at the beginning all the Soviet people had put this information in any government documents. This how he met my grandmother, in old village were he could find a job.
Still she was kind to us, happy about little things like milk and bread; used to buy me all matching clothes in Moscow, she had great style, asked to read loud newspapers, teaching how to talk, how to sit, but at that time we didn't care much about it…
My grandfather never talked about his family, they didn't have old pictures, may 2 -3, no memories at all. And his mother to me at that time, was always quiet, no friends, no relatives in the house, except us. She was very organized, liked piano music and Soviet documentaries about 1930 -1940th. One time she was watching Victory Parade with all the Soviet leaders on the stage and said that every time she is watching them, she is thinking about her own family. Almost all her family was prosecuted by government in 1930th. There was nothing to find even years after, no judgment, no documents at all. One "sorry" letter from the government in 1980, that it was a political mistake. She was "wife of enemy of the state", arrested, but some one powerful, I guess, asked to let her and her children go. My grandfather was not allowed to work in Moscow, study in university, in 1940th - 1950th at the beginning all the Soviet people had put this information in any government documents. This how he met my grandmother, in old village were he could find a job.
Still she was kind to us, happy about little things like milk and bread; used to buy me all matching clothes in Moscow, she had great style, asked to read loud newspapers, teaching how to talk, how to sit, but at that time we didn't care much about it…
