Love is a beautiful feeling :)
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
a story
And it was my brother's turn.
He was still at school, not eighteen,
How things were bad, he had to go.
Before the war, I thought my parents don't like me at all.
It was all about him,
May be I was a girl, would get married and leave.
The war started.
My uncles left, aunts.
Less than a months letters,
We will never see them again.
In our village only women and children.
He is hugging me on a train station:
I will be back.
Always empty station crowded with people and trains, evacuation.
I got so scared.
Long ago I heard when you see a heart on the sky, he will be fine.
And all the war a little heart I was following.
Every one is smiling.
Long ago I heard when you see a heart on the sky, he will be fine.
And all the war a little heart I was following.
Every one is smiling.
Who do you think won?
The war or young beautiful girl?
I could see places I have never been,
I could see faces, I could feel,
I was with him trough the war until he got back home...
just a thought
Some one wrote:
Work like you don't need money.
Love like you never been hurt before.
Dance like no one is watching you.
I want to add:
Dream like you know that dreams come true.
Live like everything is good.
Walk like all you see is bright future.
I think this is only the way:)
Smile :) many happy times
Smile :) many happy times
old story
He was the last person my great grand mother saw as a natural healer.
May be this why I still remember.
He was coughing non stop,
I couldn't listen, covered my ears.
His wife, fat woman with big curly hair was talking,
First time I heard those words.
They left and my great grand mother started to pray
I never seen her praying like this before.
She said she was talking to God.
Almost a week.
I saw this man years after,
He asked me if I am that little girl. ..
May be this why I still remember.
He was coughing non stop,
I couldn't listen, covered my ears.
His wife, fat woman with big curly hair was talking,
First time I heard those words.
They left and my great grand mother started to pray
I never seen her praying like this before.
She said she was talking to God.
Almost a week.
I saw this man years after,
He asked me if I am that little girl. ..
grand mother's story
Second World War
Young nurse dancing on mobile hospital new wooden floor.
Green uniform, medal and smile
Like nothing to worry, nothing to cry.
Everyone laughing, trying to dance.
Old doctor clapping wrinkled hands:
Now I know, we always will win,
For girls like this we will stay until the end.
We will stay until the end...
First winter battle,
Fire and ice.
No time to worry, no time to cry.
Eighteen years old soldier,
Burned brown face,
Looking not looking
At nurse scared face:
For girls like this
We will stay until the end,
We will stay until the end...
1945 near Berlin,
Burning building, what's left.
Young nurse talking about peaceful life.
Insured officer looking up straight:
You have to go, beg them, believe
You are young, you have to live.
Go, I cover...
How nurse smiled
How she said:
I am not living you.
The war will be over
And we will stay until the end
And we will stay until the end. ..
story
Natural healers, I have seen a few.
Old ladies for some reason.
Very old, but beautiful,
Different kind of beauty of grandmas
When people feel telling everything,
Relax like going back to childhood
At own grandmother house...
The natural healers always calm,
Warm kind faces, blue eyes,
They say:
From the moment you touch our hands
Everything will be good...
The natural healers always calm,
Warm kind faces, blue eyes,
They say:
From the moment you touch our hands
Everything will be good...
a story
I remember old women from grandmother's village.
Every May they had big dinner to mostly talk about old days, youth.
At looking at us with amusement in eyes,
We were totally different generation,
Freedom kids.
They would say:
Grow strong, big, have children,
Love, give, dream,
God with you...
They kissed us like crazy,
If someone had a baby,
All baby butt was kissed too for good life.
It's a tradition,
I do the same....
My grandmother is writing her memories
From time she remembers, 1933...
just a thought
I was working all week,
It's not a complain, just saying.
My son was sick, people at work, myself a bit,
But I can't and I push myself from this thought.
And today I didn't want to look at my face.
Couldn't even cover up.
How can I go?
Last week I didn't have enough money.
This week I have.
I want to look and be dressed absolutely beautiful.
When you only say: wow!
And not: what a...
I have a dream,
I know I have to follow God,
He leads me, I was told, walks where I have to go.
I cannot and don't want ask money because it's not nice,
I am not this kind of woman.
Still I have a dream.
I want to write and publish my book,
For people I have seen, pictures, for my son,
And for me to be able have life of my dream.
When I can do what I really want.
And I really want to see this special place,
Special person of my dreams.
This how I look today..
I am sorry...
It's not a complain, just saying.
My son was sick, people at work, myself a bit,
But I can't and I push myself from this thought.
And today I didn't want to look at my face.
Couldn't even cover up.
How can I go?
Last week I didn't have enough money.
This week I have.
I want to look and be dressed absolutely beautiful.
When you only say: wow!
And not: what a...
I have a dream,
I know I have to follow God,
He leads me, I was told, walks where I have to go.
I cannot and don't want ask money because it's not nice,
I am not this kind of woman.
Still I have a dream.
I want to write and publish my book,
For people I have seen, pictures, for my son,
And for me to be able have life of my dream.
When I can do what I really want.
And I really want to see this special place,
Special person of my dreams.
This how I look today..
I am sorry...
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