We met at the bus stop. As soon as Julia saw me, she started to laugh.
And? - she said, let's go, see grandma's house and you tell me huge witchcraft story.
I crossed myself and she laughed again
We were walking on the beautiful land, we knew since we were little girls.
Many years ago this land was torn by the Second World War and our grandmothers were walking together like we, bringing food and water to surrounded Soviet Army.
On the way back they were caught by the Nazi..
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
