Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
a story
My grandmother has 90 years old man friend,
All day they are together watching TV, reading books, newspapers
And know everything.
She is still teaching me.
The boyfriend now looks like a piece of cake. .
The boyfriend now looks like a piece of cake. .
a story
Every spring when we went to our house in the village
My grandmother bought cake, a lot of food
And we had a party,
She would tell stories about days of her childhood,
Her own grandmother and great grandmother. .
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old story
The most I remember from my early years,
People in our house and we are going somewhere.
Great grand mother always in a good mood;
Smiling:
It's nice, she says, talking to a man blue and green.
Then she touches his hands, smiling again:
You will be fine.
His wife trying to push a bag with food:
No, no, no, we cannot,
Live long, this the best thank you.
Dinner in the evening,
Old lady is talking about her little pig who refused to eat.
My grandfather was veterinarian,
Next day, the pig is sitting on the table.
We would go for a walk, look up,
I would send a kiss to the sky...
People in our house and we are going somewhere.
Great grand mother always in a good mood;
Smiling:
It's nice, she says, talking to a man blue and green.
Then she touches his hands, smiling again:
You will be fine.
His wife trying to push a bag with food:
No, no, no, we cannot,
Live long, this the best thank you.
Dinner in the evening,
Old lady is talking about her little pig who refused to eat.
My grandfather was veterinarian,
Next day, the pig is sitting on the table.
We would go for a walk, look up,
I would send a kiss to the sky...
story
Woman, cleaning lady, mopping mall's floor
Dressed in uniform, short hair, smiling quietly.
She is working only at night.
When I go to gym downstairs I say "hi".
Today young man stopped near kissing her:
Mom...
And she looked at him like I look at my four years old son.
mama (and me) 
my grandmother 
my great grandmother (and me)