It’s not just about writing funny things. I want to share the history of our family. blockade of Leningrad. On the Lermontovsky Avenue lived the family of my ancestors. Father, mother, and two daughters 17 and 21 years old. My father (my great-grandfather) went out one winter with cards for the bread and did not return, like many in the years of the blockade. They were waiting for him and for the bread.
And he does not go. And there is a bell at the door: the grandmother opens: there is a woman who is as weak as she is.
And he says that your husband died, froze, took him (this is believed to be buried in Piskarevka), with him the cards of bread were found. I brought them to you!! The grandmother looks at her and cannot believe: that a hungry man in a hungry time brought the card of the deceased to the family. So it was her nobleness that shook to the depths of her soul that he said, “Thank you, take your cards.” Gave it back. could not take.
I remembered this woman all my life, surprised by her moral purity. I survived the blockade with my daughters, one of them was my grandmother. From there my family went. I don’t know the name of this righteous woman. A tribute to her descendants.