...it was the last time when my great grand aunt went to that old house. My sister went, my aunt, my mother was driving. .
It was pretty much saying "good bye" for two old women who went to the war together in 1941 and being friends ever since.
They cried and we cried to..
At the dinner young woman walked in, but to me something strange was about her, like when she talked sense of a very old person was coming from her.
Master witch, - Julia said.
Witch? - I replied crossing myself.
You didn't know?
How would I know?
It was pretty much our dialog. She laughed, called me crazy, someone else laughed...
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
