In the family, the relatives of my friend, teacher of history, Irina, happened to be grief. Her younger sister Katya was carrying twins. Pregnancy was severe, especially the first half of it, was suffering from toxicosis. Katya was already far beyond thirty, but this was her first pregnancy. Childbirth was expected in January, and the bouts began in early November and in less than seven months, two tiny girls were born. Only one survived, but with the defeat of the central nervous system, the second died a day later. I will not describe the grief of the young mother and her relatives. The girl, like a doll in a box, was put in pink clothes, in flowers in a coffin and buried in a rural cemetery, next to the graves of relatives.
The severity of the loss gradually faded, the survivor of the twins, Lisa, required a lot of attention. Mother no, no, yes, she will cry, remembering her deceased daughter.
In the same village, a little later, the neighbors of Lizin's grandparents also had twins and also girls. At the moment of birth, one of them dies. Not wanting to take her away from her home, where she did not have to visit her in her lifetime, the baby was buried in the front garden, under the windows of the house. We thought it would be better to take them to the cemetery, it's like sorting out how to tear off the crumb from ourselves, putting it away and leaving one. But the living did not get better. Nadia's young mother continued to suffer mentally, no matter how distracted her growing daughter. She has already gone to school, and her mother, Nadia, has been lying in the clinic of neuroses three times.
Nadia and the church regularly visited, prayed in tears for the deceased girl, until, one day, an old female servant approached her. "My daughter," she said, "look at you, heartfelt, hard. Let go of your child's soul, put on a candle, go away, crossed, with mild sorrow, you must live a living. Why did you make a grave under the window, you tear your heart without fatigue? " Nadia just looked at her angrily.
My daughter grew up, I already went to the senior class, I was sorry and I loved my sick mother. Her old grandmother, with all her heart, too, regretting her daughter-in-law, said something like: "Natashenka must be reburied, to be carried to the cemetery. It's for me, we did not do it in a human way, it's not Christian, that's why your heart breaks, the soul suffers. "But even here Nadya just waved off her mother-in-law's words, which she understands ... Grandmother did not get up any more, waiting for the end from day to day, and on the ninth day after her death, Nade dreamed a dream. She sees her late daughter already grown up, but in a pink dress, similar to the one in which she was put in a coffin. She pushes to Nadya's pens and asks her to go to her grandmother, to the one she was recently buried. It calls, they say, she's her to her, there, in the cemetery, light and free, but it's damp, gloomy. The dream was so clear that Nadia told his family, her husband. The sister supported: "And then, we are not eternal, already next in line, will sell the house, go to the city-she nodded at her niece-strangers will come, trample the grave, or put a garage-and the grave will always remain in the cemetery"
Soon, says Irina, in the courtyard of the neighbor's house began to dig and a little later the small procession moved to the cemetery. Nadia sobbed again, falling on the lid of the coffin. Neighbors whispered, compassionate unhappy: "Completely now slyazhet, in the face of no blood." However, Nadia, in spite of everything, began to recover. Households noticed that she stopped taking medication for insomnia, and neighbors did not see before him a mournful figure with drooping shoulders, barely nodding at the meeting. . It was no longer in her eyes that detachment that made her strange and incomprehensible to the village. Nadia now willingly sat down on the bench to throw word-another with women. On the site of the former grave she planted peonies, pink, luxurious bushes, blooming in early summer. Life continued.
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