eggs from the chicken again. I filled it with a stick. Do not pity him, because he will never learn, if you will allow him everything. He must obey us. - the grandson vigorously looked grandmother in the eyes, holding a large park in his hands. - You again took a small puppy from the street, how much can you? You already have so many dogs in the yard that you will not be able to live anytime soon. - the grandson looked slightly annoyed at her grandmother, who only gently smiled at his words.”
“Oh, Peter, if you only knew” - my grandmother took a small puppy on her hands, which was screaming at her feet. “I'll tell you something, sit next to me.” - the grandson did not want to again listen to the "fairy tales" of his grandmother, who told something on a daily basis.
Dad brought him one day. I played with an old doll, as I heard a bitter scout in the next room. It was so small, pretty, with a cold spout. I immediately threw the doll and began to wear a zucchini. Dad smiled, mom rejoiced. That was the last night when the parents were happy. The next day the dad was taken to the front, the Second World War began.
Our Stalingrad was in siege for 200 days, Mom sold out all her dresses, jewelry, furniture to feed us. But then the food was valued higher than any good nonsense. All things, even life itself, were devalued. Already not surprised at the deaths of neighbors, relatives, friends. My girlfriend died of hunger, we loved her playing with my doll so much. Then the father stopped writing letters from the front. Mom began to worry unbelievably, he fell ill from it. Last weeks of siege, my mother almost did not get out of bed, I was short to go to sell or exchange things to buy food, or at least somewhere to find her. Yes, and my mother did not let me go, worried about me. It became unbearable so hard! We used to live luxuriously before the war, they did not deny themselves: they had everything, even more. The war has all equated, one misfortune for the rich and the poor. At first I whispered, hustlers arranged for my mother, because I wanted the usual food: candy chocolates, bumblebees with borsch, and still favorite blueberries. I still remember the mom's eyes when she comforted me. I have never seen such unhappy eyes! So, what is it about me? Last weeks of siege, stinking mad and frosty winter, we have forgotten to dream of a normal food.
I saw my mom slowly choose. How did I understand that? I felt Then all feelings, all emotions, and all thoughts got worse. I wanted to live! I wanted to bring my life back to war, with my father and happiness, to see another smile of mother. Then I wanted to do everything for my mother to live, because if she had died, then I would not have been left short. I knew that too. And I did it .. I killed him and cooked meals. I fed my mother. She was so surprised that she had meat in the soup, she inquired where I took him. But I did not answer. I have kept this secret until the very moment of her death, which came not into that landy day, but after many decades. Only then did she know that her and me at the same time, from our hungry death saved our dog. We were liberated the next day, and the soldiers brought with them food. If only one day earlier ... - my grandmother sighed heavily.
"Since then I have sworn to myself that I will never crush more dogs, help everyone. Because once they saved me”. A little puppy calmly slept with my grandmother on the legs.
The grandson ran up to Bob. He was so happy, as if he did not remember that he had filled him. He leaned over to his ears, although it was not easy, because it always wanted to lick in his nose, and quietly whispered: “Thank you for saving my grandmother once.”
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