Forgive me, my subscribers, that I am writing not at all on the topic of the channel. I write and cry (please, without the "teachers" of the Russian language today, okay? This is our word with mom.
I want to tell you one thing:
TAKE CARE OF MOM. TAKE CARE OF PARENTS.
And today I want to talk to my mom ...
"I miss mom. To me not grabs you. I hate this date - February 27th. On this day, you were gone. But you were so young. Only 54. CRAYFISH. A fucking disease that takes away loved ones ...
You so wanted to live until spring. And we buried you in first day of spring.
I love this photo very much. This is a rare case when I'm serious, and my sister laughs 👇
Before our arrival, you were like this 👇
☝ That's what I'm surprised that I optimist not fixableif my parents have lighters? Dad, God grant you health and many more years 🙏🙏🙏
Someday I will definitely describe your story of acquaintance and love, because it is NOT really interesting: living on the same street for many years, but meeting on the train ...
I often remember how you mom, shielded my sister and me in front of dad. Remember how you bought the fabric for my prom dress the year before graduation? Did you sew the dress yourself? Per several nights!
Only now I understand how much you've altered for us NIGHTS: not banal sundresses and dresses, aprons made of oilcloth, suits for the New Year made of gauze, dresses for oneself, which no one else had.
You made me a dress for graduation (then my dad was in the trade union of the mine, an important person, so to speak). And when he saw this dress, he insisted that I change (too frankly).
But no, I went to your dress 👇
And when I was handed a certificate, the whole assembly hall froze with pleasant smiles 👇
Mom, you always said: " us beautiful, be proud and don't hide! "
By the way, when the prom was at swing, dad already appreciated this dress: we danced with him and Lambada, and Lady, and Birch, and Apple, and Lezginka, and Waltz, and Quadrille, and Kankan, and Sirtaki, and Twist!
And classmates in fancy dresses, not ALL could dance like that)
About dancing. You took me to dance at the age of 4 to a local club? I wouldn't have made it by myself, for sure! 😉
Thank you and a deep bow for that! 🙏 🙏🙏 It helped me keep fit in my life and be in the center of the dance floor. By the way, your grandson dances no worse!))
I still love to dance. You know about your dream of becoming a choreographer. It didn't happen because there was no dance class ...
Mom, do you remember how you sometimes cried when we were very little, I came up and asked why, and you said that your stomach hurts ..
Now I know that the best excuse when my soul is completely crappy is to say that my stomach hurts. But Vlad and I didn't work. He once said (he was about 8 years old) “Does your stomach hurt? Well, go poop ")
Do you remember how proud you were of my interview with Kashpirovsky?
How we made dumplings in the summer kitchen in my house, and you said that you can't roll flour on your fingers? I remember!
Do you remember how we walked through Kiev and entered the wine-glasses to "wash" the purchased food processor? And Vlad was completely manyuska (your word). He then ate lemons and olives with us! And now he doesn't eat olives.
Now Vlad is very big ...
I so want you to see him. He grew up healthy. TRUE. I miss you to chat about him. And to he chatted with you. And so you just hug. Both me and him.
I miss you exactly thenwhen you want to share your joy or success. For difficulties, I have not been looking for ears and shoulders for a long time.
And now... Mom, I'm talking to you with your stupid verses ...
I already have wrinkles, mom,
And I am just as stubborn as then ...
I try to be like you, beautiful
Enemies in spite - I remain happy ...
I miss your advice ...
In your ears are your words: "to live until the summer ..."
You left in February, not seeing spring ...
Why did the Lord offend you?
Why does he take the best so early?
And why does not leave hope?
I will light a candle, and I will pray again:
I'm still not ready for adulthood ...
I have wrinkles, mom
And there is so much rubbish in my soul ...
I so want to go back to childhood
Find a simple remedy for troubles ...
I really want your dumplings.
And the smell of lingonberry in the middle of the night ...
Hands and forehead when the temperature
Your kiss is like the best potion.
I have wrinkles... you are gone ...
I miss your advice...
I love you, Mom."
Everyone is good 🙏🙏🙏 Take care of your parents.
And just call them now if they're alive.