A story about the potato field and justice.

80s of the last century. The father solemnly left the family, judging a garage with a car for memory. And generously not becoming pretending to a two-room "chruščovka", in which a mother and three children remained. He did not claim, indeed, after interfering in this story.
The Committee of Soviet Women, and personally Valentina Tereshkova, whose mother in despair wrote a letter from our town. But this is another story.
The father left in the autumn, in the garage were left all the "turns", homemade canned foods and potatoes in the underground. All this he took to his family in the village.

In those years, it was a shame to ask for material aid from the state. My mother is a very proud person. None of the relatives had any idea that we were living...not very well. My dad had been away from food for a few years. I lived on the salary of a librarian, and then my mother found a job.

This is the preamble. Now the story itself. We survived the winter. In the spring in the library of my mother allocated a section "under the potatoes" outside the city. What work was worth doing! The seed potato was rubbed with a spade in several parts, so that there was a "eye" on the piece - then it was enough to sow. My mom and I.
Three daughters. The older one is 10, and the younger one is 5 years old.
Solution in a week. Then all summer - then collected the Colorado bush, then pumped...
We came here to dig potatoes. I will never forget how bitterly my mother cried in this field. And I found on the sidelines in the rough grass drunk clothes, in which thieves were weaponized. From the pocket of one of the coats fell two gold rings: a wedding ring and a ring with a red stone (ruby), in the pocket of the second coat were new
Apparently, the thieves took off the jewelry, put it in the pocket of their working clothes, so as not to dirty and in a hurry forgotten.

Since then, I have truly believed that justice exists.