Irina Makarevich. Small Kiselny
Posted 31-08-2011 at 21:13 by Вадим Алексеев
We lived on the third floor of the house number 5 in the Small Kiselnom lane. It was the former apartment of one of the branches of the merchants Morozov. The head of the family had died, but Mary was still alive Andreyevna, his wife, a beautiful, thin and aristocratic woman, the lioness: thin face, aquiline nose, gorgeous white hair, it was called "Marquis" all hands in the rings, the wife of a merchant! Her daughter was already a Soviet Maroussia, went skiing, that was a sign of Mary's Andreevny hamya. The houses were lovely - one house Obolensky, in which they lived at first what it takes. Nash, Morozov house - ugly, but very powerful. The entrance was from the yard, he is now built up, and in the house - Regional Prosecutor's Office. The staircase was very good, with beautiful banisters. On the first floor, occupying the entire piece at home, lived in two apartments, very wealthy people. We had two of the court - who lived in a long corridor down to the other, dark courtyard, reminiscent of St. Petersburg well. Our yard was square, with one windows looked into the well, the other one was ours, in the courtyard was the descent into the basement, where she lived Pebbles Golovanov. In every house there was a back door through which the ladder could come down to a nearby yard.
In the courtyard we were going with the girls, they organized some parties, spent much time in our Small Kiselnom, machinery was then small. If the tech trickle, we tried to bring it to the sewer. The girls even sweeping the street before the holidays, although we have had wonderful caretakers and Tatars. They went in big white aprons and badges on the left breast, lived in cellars, but not bad room. In the yard all the time playing hide and seek, classics, skipping rope. Eternally flocks ran onto the boulevard - Pebbles, Lyusya, Nina and me. Especially I was friends with a red-haired Nina Ryabova - it was quite simple parents, who came from the village of Masha, and stately, serious George Ivanovitch. On the hill in the Pipe area we always rode on a sledge. There were two exit to the tram that goes up and down, and my mother was worried all the time. In the yard flooded rink, some skates fastened on his boots, but I had no boots, their mother could not stand. All the time for me to worry, where the fallen, that broke, not broke a knee. During the war, put sheds, separating our yard from the yard Obolensky - each apartment has been shed, where the corners of each lay wood heating stove was, Dutch. My mother and I went to the wood storage, wood received, hired hack, loaded themselves and brought to the barn. Kindling needed minor splinter, and I'm on the street itself to chopping, my mother did not prohibit.
All I distinctly remember that it was in a communal apartment, and since my childhood - not three years, of course, but with six - exactly. Include: Sholokhov, Makarevich, Bekin, Zolotovitskii, then the appendix, just you turn, you see a window in the alcove hangs the phone for him - a huge hallway - Petrova, Ryabov, Voropaeva, Lala, Morozov - only fifteen rooms, each trough is hanging over the door on the nail. Our corridor was wide - we lived in the first half of the apartment. In the corridor stood at everyone cloak-Manado, we have - two luxurious chest that my mother came from Ukraine. All the guys were sitting on them, and sometimes hid in the trunks. In the communal apartment was full of children. We are always arranged competitions and played the lottery, even riding a bicycle along the corridor. At the end of the corridor was a huge, pre-revolutionary sink basin Morozov, and above it - a wonderful brass faucet. Two toilets and the entrance to the kitchen, two steps down. The kitchen is small, fearful shell, and each has their own table, paraffin stove in it, at everyone. And after the war we had the gas and put the plate, each - their own ring, go put on someone else's!
Lev Ivanovich Oniscik given the best room in the former apartment Morozov - bright, big, with huge windows that went into Kiselny deadlock. In the windows hung a large curtain with a beautiful medallion, it was all lit up. And always we were going to a party - without mom could not live. Our room was a sort of club - all attracted to my mother, a man happy, happy, not knowing any of despondency. Our huge table, standing in the passage between the huge windows, move up to the couch, chairs were placed around. Are placed near a sofa table, the party invited the naive and mismanagement Maroussia, Maria Morozova, her uncle, Eugene Illarionovich, Admiral, quite ancient. He came in the form, with stunning stripes, dirk and tanks from the 19th century. He loved to dance to the plate with his mother - padespan and polonaise. My mother taught all of the apartment to cook the perfect roast Ukrainian, pies - they are other than soup and meatballs do not know how. My mother was not no nationalist, but said: "These Katsap so dirty, and have no idea how to cook!".
husband Marousi, Vanya Yudin, was one of the Kirov region of Kotelnich, country boy, his hair like wheat, pink face, blue eyes. Maroussia was very democratic, but do not know how - on the table she was blacking shoe shine, and never washed the pan. Maroussia was not paying attention to life, well, dirty rag, so what! Vanya came, all clean, shake the bed, then they had a son Vova, too thick-lipped, blue-eyed blonde. As Maroussia, Ivan graduated from Department of Chemistry, Maroussia after the war, defended the candidate and his doctorate, but they broke up, Ivan could not resist. Maroussia was very phlegmatic, with open eyes: "Maroussia, you have all fled, burnt!". "Really? What should be the same! ". Its all love, it never conflicted with anybody, and she always all worked. Another was her sister, Nina - dull squint a shy girl, she had two children, and after the death of Maria Andreyevna they have taken to her room. Vova was already dead - and Maruse 90, and still goes skiing.
Another went Kirsanov - Igor, a typical engineer with a thin face, a worker at the plant design institute, six in the morning carried on tiptoe pot. His wife, Tatyana, unpleasant person ten years older, has worked in some ministry's secretary, a man was holding in his hand, he could not utter a word! But as soon as Igor in the door, it immediately came to peasants. They had a son Vadim, a little younger than me. We were great friends. Tatyana him especially not followed, and he often stayed hungry. I'm fed up Vadik - Niusia aunt sent us during the war of Kazakhstan some grease and honey. Niusia sent you a package and Uncle Volodya in camp - the rump, lamb fat with garlic. I know how to cook since childhood, and shouted down the corridor, "Vad, come!". In Kuznetsovsky saucers I wore him dumplings, dipping them in honey. And how come the premise, I distributed to each of garlic, "Vadka, eat, and then all the teeth povypadut!". Vadim was a very capable engineering and became an expert on road transport, defended his thesis. Several years ago we gathered to go to him outside the city, and then he died suddenly. Boris told me that Vadik me all the time, recalled as a guardian angel, I said to him was like a big sister.
Prokofyevna Anna Petrova was a village woman, vigorous blonde with smoothly combed hair, as they are breast feeding pictured Serebryakov. Her husband, Sergei Petrovich, a quiet unassuming little man, walked by this woman, worked as a printer in the print shop. Two sons - one, just a bit older than me, a beautiful blond mother of downtrodden, poor health. Just went to study at a school near the former NKVD, and the second son, Volodya Petrov, a huge goof, proved capable technologist and Ph.D., became a research associate. Tamara married, had a son, got his own room and greet with the parents only. Just always helped me, taught to skate, showed all the basics of skating, and then presented the award in his skates with boots of soft leather. They told me to nalezali very thick socks. Then the skates were a great deal! I often missed classes, textbooks, and instead put her in a portfolio of skates. Rink, we had a very fashionable at Petrovka 26 - there riding mass fashion girls, fashion trousers and fur jackets and even hats. They sat in a coffee shop with young people - then, of course, drank tea and cakes. I have the money for it was not, but soon there were acquaintances with whom I was riding in pairs. We did a very broad steps - one step, and fly in one corner of the rink, the other - in another. And I was very interested, look at me or not.
Alexander M. Sholokhov was an ordinary woman who worked at a garment factory, a complete alcoholic, drank all the time. Very clean, plump, short, with a red nose, it magnificently, both before the revolution, sewing, my mother often ordered her blouse, she sewed my pants from the Austrian fine gray wool, which I married, moved to Koktebel. Then I sewed a black skirt from the French crepe, and I was carrying her to pieces. But getting money, she drank away. Solochov windows looked out to the backyard impasse. Her room was like a narrow pencil-case, where there were a myriad of cover two beds, and who adored her of her son Lev. Ugly Russian blonde, he studied at the Faculty of Mechanics at Moscow State University, and when his mother died, gone off somewhere, but the life he has not worked - not unsuccessfully married, not too gash.
head of the family was Fyodor Konstantinovich Bekin very interesting tall, thin old man, a geologist. Maybe he was not so old, but we seemed to be due to a luxurious white hair. He was a dear daughter, mother Tanya Beaver, Never remove the cigarette from his mouth, and son Jack from different marriages. Wife died long ago, and intelligent Eugene police finished school, and grew up to head Petrovka 38. Suddenly, he married a Shura, a parachute instructor school Osoaviachim - then it was very fashionable to engage in aviation sport. It was cheeky, boundless hame. Tankinu mother, Zhenya's sister, she drove, and bore a first Borka, then Sasha - but none of them are not standing next to intellect with his father. First, they bought the TV - the screen was a postcard, but it was something amazing! To establish a relationship, she invited all to view, young people in the first place. And we have Nina crowded near the door. My mother is very opposed to this conversation - Alex taught us to march in the corridor under Soviet songs. Boris yes still remembers how I was chosen queen of the area, and all the boys were in love, sitting, waiting. When I got married, everyone was incredibly upset because one of them wanted to marry me.
In Paradise Antonina Ivanovna, the widow of the prosecutor and was a prominent Muscovite beauties who had two rooms - one she lived with her son Eugene, and in the second lived her eldest son, Nicholas Antsiferov engineer. But his long sent abroad to study, and Antonina Ivanovna passed this room Lala. From Antonina Lala good friends, she told her much about past life in Moscow, the governor's ball, showed his pictures in the luxurious bathrooms, and hats, which were kept in boxes, Bast, facing one another. My mother maintained her relationship, but we can not say that they sat facing each other - Antonina Ivanovna us never went, kept aloof from all the neighbors. To her there were "former". Coming out of her room, she walked down the corridor, and swam in a long tunic, back, poise, all she had, as expected, even without the corset. She had bad legs, and she replaced the old canvas shoes with blue slippers with rubber soles - young girls wore white and dyed them with tooth powder. Children are noticed and said, "Antonina Ivanovna sneakers on the side of the bones broke!". I reported Nienke or Vadke, "Antonina Ivanovna is in tattered sneakers!". In the kitchen she had no cooked soups do not, son Eugene, they always drank strong tea or flavored coffee. She's lived all his life with servants, and then got into a situation - her husband, a prosecutor, seems to have planted. Son Nick was very interesting, tall, somewhat reminiscent of Mayakovsky, excellent specialist, engineer, very proud. His wife had a daughter Natasha Maruska. Kohl gone off somewhere, and she had a romance with a police officer from whom was born the son of Kotka. She had to work, and we hired Nina to her for her nurses, earn money, busy with Kotka. Son Jack, a purebred, capricious, arrogant child, the owner of a luxury German designer and the railroad, which he is unfit, rose - a tall, straight mom's gait, cold look, and just defile the corridor. Antonina is watching him, and he suddenly decided to marry. The bride did not like her, for her it was some kind of simpleton, who worked as a technician. Then my wife broke down and had disappeared. Antonina is a lot of smoke, lighting one cigarette on the other, and the war has died of lung cancer. Her sons Jack and Nick Eden Antsiferov left.
The family had a Zolotovitskii corridor with kitchen and toilet and two rooms, big and small - in large veins Zyama, in a little - his brother Lev. Both were full, but Loew uninteresting in appearance and handsome Zyama. Both married - Leva Rae, terrible as a mortal sin woman with a long nose, and Zyama - the beautiful Pauline Borisovna, which actually called Perel Bentsionovna. Very clever, my dear woman, my mother with her good friends, she and her mother - even more so. While living Zyamoy, it did not work, very nicely dressed, and they had a son Garik, Lyova also had two children. Zyama came to us in confidence by calling, who was in our room, my father was a scientist - the total clunker hung in the hallway near the window, not far from us. "Ms. Sohn, to you can be?" "Of course, Zinovy Uncle!". He sat on the couch Persian: "Alley, Mytishchi? The party is ready? Sandals? Wedgies or not. " Pauline always wore a chic Japanese robes or coats krepdeshinovyh. She gave me things that I was poor. Once gave me a white leather sandals with bows, very nice - we had the same leg. I wore them to leave. Another gave the wear, the conservatory or restaurant krepdeshinovuyu pale pink blouse with sleeves like a bat and a bow. Then she gave me, and it was of my mother. They, too, was a large room - solid sideboards to china and crystal.
In the war of starving mother to work as a simple courier "Neftegazosemku" near Paveletskaya, then it was transferred to a better position. She went in healthy men shoes, some quilted jacket and coat on fish fur, she did not have a winter coat. My hat and coat were made from her mother's mink stoles, big as a bath towel. My mother made me a quilt from his boots, as they walked. At-home mom dressed in hoods with Ukrainian hollyhocks, which sewed herself. The room we stood a tub, my mother washing clothes in the hood. And I hired a girl to wash the neighbor Maruska, gave my mother money, and we went to the market and bought potatoes and a cup of milk. Ours was the central market with a huge building, a lot of passes. We went, things have changed for a kilo of potatoes, a cup of milk. The potatoes were amazing, the whole net, life has never been anything dark. I knew how to sew and knit from my mother's dresses were bits of crepe de chine, the finest silk, the edges I did crochet lace, and these scarves, we sold in the market. One was a blue handkerchief bright background with polka dots, white lace around, it just vendor bought. No street vendors was not only near the markets - both now are grandmothers, traded only in the war. How many years have passed since the war, and zhituha the same - the same poor and hungry are, sell something.
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In the courtyard we were going with the girls, they organized some parties, spent much time in our Small Kiselnom, machinery was then small. If the tech trickle, we tried to bring it to the sewer. The girls even sweeping the street before the holidays, although we have had wonderful caretakers and Tatars. They went in big white aprons and badges on the left breast, lived in cellars, but not bad room. In the yard all the time playing hide and seek, classics, skipping rope. Eternally flocks ran onto the boulevard - Pebbles, Lyusya, Nina and me. Especially I was friends with a red-haired Nina Ryabova - it was quite simple parents, who came from the village of Masha, and stately, serious George Ivanovitch. On the hill in the Pipe area we always rode on a sledge. There were two exit to the tram that goes up and down, and my mother was worried all the time. In the yard flooded rink, some skates fastened on his boots, but I had no boots, their mother could not stand. All the time for me to worry, where the fallen, that broke, not broke a knee. During the war, put sheds, separating our yard from the yard Obolensky - each apartment has been shed, where the corners of each lay wood heating stove was, Dutch. My mother and I went to the wood storage, wood received, hired hack, loaded themselves and brought to the barn. Kindling needed minor splinter, and I'm on the street itself to chopping, my mother did not prohibit.
All I distinctly remember that it was in a communal apartment, and since my childhood - not three years, of course, but with six - exactly. Include: Sholokhov, Makarevich, Bekin, Zolotovitskii, then the appendix, just you turn, you see a window in the alcove hangs the phone for him - a huge hallway - Petrova, Ryabov, Voropaeva, Lala, Morozov - only fifteen rooms, each trough is hanging over the door on the nail. Our corridor was wide - we lived in the first half of the apartment. In the corridor stood at everyone cloak-Manado, we have - two luxurious chest that my mother came from Ukraine. All the guys were sitting on them, and sometimes hid in the trunks. In the communal apartment was full of children. We are always arranged competitions and played the lottery, even riding a bicycle along the corridor. At the end of the corridor was a huge, pre-revolutionary sink basin Morozov, and above it - a wonderful brass faucet. Two toilets and the entrance to the kitchen, two steps down. The kitchen is small, fearful shell, and each has their own table, paraffin stove in it, at everyone. And after the war we had the gas and put the plate, each - their own ring, go put on someone else's!
Lev Ivanovich Oniscik given the best room in the former apartment Morozov - bright, big, with huge windows that went into Kiselny deadlock. In the windows hung a large curtain with a beautiful medallion, it was all lit up. And always we were going to a party - without mom could not live. Our room was a sort of club - all attracted to my mother, a man happy, happy, not knowing any of despondency. Our huge table, standing in the passage between the huge windows, move up to the couch, chairs were placed around. Are placed near a sofa table, the party invited the naive and mismanagement Maroussia, Maria Morozova, her uncle, Eugene Illarionovich, Admiral, quite ancient. He came in the form, with stunning stripes, dirk and tanks from the 19th century. He loved to dance to the plate with his mother - padespan and polonaise. My mother taught all of the apartment to cook the perfect roast Ukrainian, pies - they are other than soup and meatballs do not know how. My mother was not no nationalist, but said: "These Katsap so dirty, and have no idea how to cook!".
husband Marousi, Vanya Yudin, was one of the Kirov region of Kotelnich, country boy, his hair like wheat, pink face, blue eyes. Maroussia was very democratic, but do not know how - on the table she was blacking shoe shine, and never washed the pan. Maroussia was not paying attention to life, well, dirty rag, so what! Vanya came, all clean, shake the bed, then they had a son Vova, too thick-lipped, blue-eyed blonde. As Maroussia, Ivan graduated from Department of Chemistry, Maroussia after the war, defended the candidate and his doctorate, but they broke up, Ivan could not resist. Maroussia was very phlegmatic, with open eyes: "Maroussia, you have all fled, burnt!". "Really? What should be the same! ". Its all love, it never conflicted with anybody, and she always all worked. Another was her sister, Nina - dull squint a shy girl, she had two children, and after the death of Maria Andreyevna they have taken to her room. Vova was already dead - and Maruse 90, and still goes skiing.
Another went Kirsanov - Igor, a typical engineer with a thin face, a worker at the plant design institute, six in the morning carried on tiptoe pot. His wife, Tatyana, unpleasant person ten years older, has worked in some ministry's secretary, a man was holding in his hand, he could not utter a word! But as soon as Igor in the door, it immediately came to peasants. They had a son Vadim, a little younger than me. We were great friends. Tatyana him especially not followed, and he often stayed hungry. I'm fed up Vadik - Niusia aunt sent us during the war of Kazakhstan some grease and honey. Niusia sent you a package and Uncle Volodya in camp - the rump, lamb fat with garlic. I know how to cook since childhood, and shouted down the corridor, "Vad, come!". In Kuznetsovsky saucers I wore him dumplings, dipping them in honey. And how come the premise, I distributed to each of garlic, "Vadka, eat, and then all the teeth povypadut!". Vadim was a very capable engineering and became an expert on road transport, defended his thesis. Several years ago we gathered to go to him outside the city, and then he died suddenly. Boris told me that Vadik me all the time, recalled as a guardian angel, I said to him was like a big sister.
Prokofyevna Anna Petrova was a village woman, vigorous blonde with smoothly combed hair, as they are breast feeding pictured Serebryakov. Her husband, Sergei Petrovich, a quiet unassuming little man, walked by this woman, worked as a printer in the print shop. Two sons - one, just a bit older than me, a beautiful blond mother of downtrodden, poor health. Just went to study at a school near the former NKVD, and the second son, Volodya Petrov, a huge goof, proved capable technologist and Ph.D., became a research associate. Tamara married, had a son, got his own room and greet with the parents only. Just always helped me, taught to skate, showed all the basics of skating, and then presented the award in his skates with boots of soft leather. They told me to nalezali very thick socks. Then the skates were a great deal! I often missed classes, textbooks, and instead put her in a portfolio of skates. Rink, we had a very fashionable at Petrovka 26 - there riding mass fashion girls, fashion trousers and fur jackets and even hats. They sat in a coffee shop with young people - then, of course, drank tea and cakes. I have the money for it was not, but soon there were acquaintances with whom I was riding in pairs. We did a very broad steps - one step, and fly in one corner of the rink, the other - in another. And I was very interested, look at me or not.
Alexander M. Sholokhov was an ordinary woman who worked at a garment factory, a complete alcoholic, drank all the time. Very clean, plump, short, with a red nose, it magnificently, both before the revolution, sewing, my mother often ordered her blouse, she sewed my pants from the Austrian fine gray wool, which I married, moved to Koktebel. Then I sewed a black skirt from the French crepe, and I was carrying her to pieces. But getting money, she drank away. Solochov windows looked out to the backyard impasse. Her room was like a narrow pencil-case, where there were a myriad of cover two beds, and who adored her of her son Lev. Ugly Russian blonde, he studied at the Faculty of Mechanics at Moscow State University, and when his mother died, gone off somewhere, but the life he has not worked - not unsuccessfully married, not too gash.
head of the family was Fyodor Konstantinovich Bekin very interesting tall, thin old man, a geologist. Maybe he was not so old, but we seemed to be due to a luxurious white hair. He was a dear daughter, mother Tanya Beaver, Never remove the cigarette from his mouth, and son Jack from different marriages. Wife died long ago, and intelligent Eugene police finished school, and grew up to head Petrovka 38. Suddenly, he married a Shura, a parachute instructor school Osoaviachim - then it was very fashionable to engage in aviation sport. It was cheeky, boundless hame. Tankinu mother, Zhenya's sister, she drove, and bore a first Borka, then Sasha - but none of them are not standing next to intellect with his father. First, they bought the TV - the screen was a postcard, but it was something amazing! To establish a relationship, she invited all to view, young people in the first place. And we have Nina crowded near the door. My mother is very opposed to this conversation - Alex taught us to march in the corridor under Soviet songs. Boris yes still remembers how I was chosen queen of the area, and all the boys were in love, sitting, waiting. When I got married, everyone was incredibly upset because one of them wanted to marry me.
In Paradise Antonina Ivanovna, the widow of the prosecutor and was a prominent Muscovite beauties who had two rooms - one she lived with her son Eugene, and in the second lived her eldest son, Nicholas Antsiferov engineer. But his long sent abroad to study, and Antonina Ivanovna passed this room Lala. From Antonina Lala good friends, she told her much about past life in Moscow, the governor's ball, showed his pictures in the luxurious bathrooms, and hats, which were kept in boxes, Bast, facing one another. My mother maintained her relationship, but we can not say that they sat facing each other - Antonina Ivanovna us never went, kept aloof from all the neighbors. To her there were "former". Coming out of her room, she walked down the corridor, and swam in a long tunic, back, poise, all she had, as expected, even without the corset. She had bad legs, and she replaced the old canvas shoes with blue slippers with rubber soles - young girls wore white and dyed them with tooth powder. Children are noticed and said, "Antonina Ivanovna sneakers on the side of the bones broke!". I reported Nienke or Vadke, "Antonina Ivanovna is in tattered sneakers!". In the kitchen she had no cooked soups do not, son Eugene, they always drank strong tea or flavored coffee. She's lived all his life with servants, and then got into a situation - her husband, a prosecutor, seems to have planted. Son Nick was very interesting, tall, somewhat reminiscent of Mayakovsky, excellent specialist, engineer, very proud. His wife had a daughter Natasha Maruska. Kohl gone off somewhere, and she had a romance with a police officer from whom was born the son of Kotka. She had to work, and we hired Nina to her for her nurses, earn money, busy with Kotka. Son Jack, a purebred, capricious, arrogant child, the owner of a luxury German designer and the railroad, which he is unfit, rose - a tall, straight mom's gait, cold look, and just defile the corridor. Antonina is watching him, and he suddenly decided to marry. The bride did not like her, for her it was some kind of simpleton, who worked as a technician. Then my wife broke down and had disappeared. Antonina is a lot of smoke, lighting one cigarette on the other, and the war has died of lung cancer. Her sons Jack and Nick Eden Antsiferov left.
The family had a Zolotovitskii corridor with kitchen and toilet and two rooms, big and small - in large veins Zyama, in a little - his brother Lev. Both were full, but Loew uninteresting in appearance and handsome Zyama. Both married - Leva Rae, terrible as a mortal sin woman with a long nose, and Zyama - the beautiful Pauline Borisovna, which actually called Perel Bentsionovna. Very clever, my dear woman, my mother with her good friends, she and her mother - even more so. While living Zyamoy, it did not work, very nicely dressed, and they had a son Garik, Lyova also had two children. Zyama came to us in confidence by calling, who was in our room, my father was a scientist - the total clunker hung in the hallway near the window, not far from us. "Ms. Sohn, to you can be?" "Of course, Zinovy Uncle!". He sat on the couch Persian: "Alley, Mytishchi? The party is ready? Sandals? Wedgies or not. " Pauline always wore a chic Japanese robes or coats krepdeshinovyh. She gave me things that I was poor. Once gave me a white leather sandals with bows, very nice - we had the same leg. I wore them to leave. Another gave the wear, the conservatory or restaurant krepdeshinovuyu pale pink blouse with sleeves like a bat and a bow. Then she gave me, and it was of my mother. They, too, was a large room - solid sideboards to china and crystal.
In the war of starving mother to work as a simple courier "Neftegazosemku" near Paveletskaya, then it was transferred to a better position. She went in healthy men shoes, some quilted jacket and coat on fish fur, she did not have a winter coat. My hat and coat were made from her mother's mink stoles, big as a bath towel. My mother made me a quilt from his boots, as they walked. At-home mom dressed in hoods with Ukrainian hollyhocks, which sewed herself. The room we stood a tub, my mother washing clothes in the hood. And I hired a girl to wash the neighbor Maruska, gave my mother money, and we went to the market and bought potatoes and a cup of milk. Ours was the central market with a huge building, a lot of passes. We went, things have changed for a kilo of potatoes, a cup of milk. The potatoes were amazing, the whole net, life has never been anything dark. I knew how to sew and knit from my mother's dresses were bits of crepe de chine, the finest silk, the edges I did crochet lace, and these scarves, we sold in the market. One was a blue handkerchief bright background with polka dots, white lace around, it just vendor bought. No street vendors was not only near the markets - both now are grandmothers, traded only in the war. How many years have passed since the war, and zhituha the same - the same poor and hungry are, sell something.
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