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My Grandmother !
Grandma, I want to talk to you.
I want to cry out my pain and I have no one! My childhood was the only smooth stage of my hard life that would come over me and every beautiful moment of my memories, you show up there with gray hair and clear eyes.
You raised me not with and chocolate, but with the bread you made on the hearth. You worked hard: you shaved corn, you bonded with life, but you never complained, not to others, not to me.
You had a little time left to fall in love with all this toil, but you smiled at me and kept me in the shade. You cried with me when I cried and you kept smiling and when I was wrong.
Walk barefoot in summer and winter wet at the feet,
Put away the candy money.
And in the evening, when others were in bed, you'd stroke my broom hair and take me to a palace. In no book have I ever found such stories as yours, even though you...
I want to cry out my pain and I have no one! My childhood was the only smooth stage of my hard life that would come over me and every beautiful moment of my memories, you show up there with gray hair and clear eyes.
You raised me not with and chocolate, but with the bread you made on the hearth. You worked hard: you shaved corn, you bonded with life, but you never complained, not to others, not to me.
You had a little time left to fall in love with all this toil, but you smiled at me and kept me in the shade. You cried with me when I cried and you kept smiling and when I was wrong.
Walk barefoot in summer and winter wet at the feet,
Put away the candy money.
And in the evening, when others were in bed, you'd stroke my broom hair and take me to a palace. In no book have I ever found such stories as yours, even though you...
