Scarf knitted by me!
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
The witches kiss
One
time my girlfriend Anna asked me to go and see a puppy. Anna always wanted to
have a dog and now she found someone who would give away a dog for free.
We found this person's house and
ring the bell. An old drunk man opened the door. It took a few minutes for him
to understand what we want. Then he let us into the house.
Everything was messy. When Anna was
playing with the puppy I looked around. Then I noticed a passport on the floor.
I picked it up and wanted to give to the man. I thought he lost it.
Automatically I opened the passport and looked at the picture.
My Grandmother Ira memories about Second World War - Part 4
The same night my uncles Dmitry, Ivan and Petr
came to say good bye to us. The next day, June 23, 1941 they were leaving the
village to join the military training and then join the acting Soviet army.
In the morning two of my uncles had to go for registration
and have their small bag (with some food and clothes) ready.
All the men were told that they
would leave the village immediately for military training.
The moon - video
Yesterday I had dinner at about 10 o'clock at night and I looked at the window and the moon was almost right in my window.
For my Grandmother
1.
Мы женщины России
Мы женщины России
Красивые, родные
В далёком сорок
первом
Сражались на
фронтах.
В землянках и окопах,
С винтовками в
болотах.
Под дробью
пулемётов
Вытаскивали с боя
Раненных солдат.
Девчёнки - хохотушки,
Военные подружки,
Сестрички в
медсанбате
Любого рассмешат.
Пусть взрывов мы
боялись,
Вперёд смотреть
старались.
С мужчинами на
равных
Шагали по земле.
Летали мы по
небу,
По вражескому
следу.
Без отдыха стояли
У огненных печей.
Ну а в родных колхозах
Поля пахать
впрягались,
Поля садить
впрягались
Жалели лошадей.
Как письма с
фронта ждали,
Влюблялись и
мечтали,
Как пели и
плясали
Для родненьких
солдат.
Вернулись мы с
победой,
Девчёнок
нарожали.
Пусть будет
только счастье
My grandmother Ira memories about Second World War - Part 2
...Then my mother (mama) came home from the
farm. It was early than usual.
My mama asked me if I have heard about the
war.
I said: "Papa said something".
I was not afraid at all. I think my mother
too. We did not expect anything bad, may be because we did not really know what
the war is. Actually I was thinking
about making a dress from my mother's skirt.
Soon my brother came home, then my father,
then my aunts.
My father turned on the radio. And we would
never turn it off until the end of the war, until 1945.
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