I nodded, the old woman smiled with a sly smirk and said: “Well, visit,” and then very slowly went towards the lake. I spent a long time ...
In the following days, my granny seemed to have gone mad. She swept the house, dragged all the corners to shine, rubbed everything that was possible, hung the front curtains, made mountains of pillows on the beds, I had the impression that there was a wedding in the house, no less ...
I have a fresh story straight from the place where we celebrated the New Year.
And we celebrated it in a cozy house in a snowy forest, with a large warm stove and a fireplace, and knee-deep snow drifts. This place cannot be called a village anymore, there are only 7 inhabited houses left, scattered at different distances from each other. The place is wonderful, there is a lake, there are plenty of fish, there are many mushrooms in the forest, peace and quiet.
My husband's classmate Vadik lives there, he has a whole fish farm there and quite a profitable one.
So we rested there for a whole week, and of course, I began to extort something mysterious from Vadik and received just such a story.
The story of Vadim.
In my youth there were a lot of houses here. Most of the time there were already some old people left, the young ones were going to conquer cities. I was still in school when a strange story happened to me.
My grandmother drove with almost all the friends, she knew everyone, every day there was a guest in the house, then to chat, then for salt, then some other misfortune or joy. She loved to talk. And I knew everyone who lives in our area.
One evening I was picking in the yard with an old grandfather moped. It was already beginning to get dark, I, fascinated by my work, did not even notice how time flew by.
And only a hoarse thin old voice lifted me from the case:
“You, my dear, will weaken your eyesight, in the dark collecting pieces of iron.” I looked up from the class and looked in the direction of the gate - there was a completely unfamiliar, old, bent old woman and smiled, examining me with quick, cunning eyes. I, as a well-bred guy, said hello, granny answered.
After a short pause, she asked: “Where is your grandmother, Leocadia?”
“Yes, in the house,” I say, “the pancakes are baking, call her?” I ask.
"Do not need to," - says the old woman. “She’s not glad to me now, it’s been so long, you tell her that woman Glasha came in, said hello to her, and I’m waiting for her to visit me next Thursday.
I nodded, the old woman smiled with a sly smirk and said: “Well, visit,” and then very slowly went towards the lake. For a long time I watched her hunched, dry figurine look over all the grannies in my memory.
I was tinkering with the old moped until I realized that it was already dark and I could hardly look into the details. Grandma baked delicious pancakes with bacon, I ate and fell on the sofa in front of the TV. It was only when Grandma got up with her business and sat down next to the chair, I remembered that old woman and told Granny about her. Her reaction to my story was a bit strange: Grandma clutched her head with her hands, published a long “aaa” while inhaling and swaying from side to side. No matter how I begged her to tell her what kind of woman Glasha was, she didn’t want to say anything in any way, brushing me off.
In the following days, my granny seemed to have gone mad. She swept the house, dragged all the corners to shine, rubbed everything that was possible, hung out the front curtains, whipped mountains of pillows on the beds, I had the impression that there was a wedding in the house, no less. I remember it was Wednesday, and in the evening, Gran got her festive dress, pressed it, hung it on the door of the dresser, and then sat down to write letters. I tried not to touch her, she was so passionate about her preparations that it was useless to talk to her. Surely starting a holiday in honor of this very woman Glasha - I thought.
When I was already in bed, Grandma came up to me, patted my head, and said with great tenderness: “You, Vadimka, do not think bad of me. I have always tried for all of you. Tone say (this is my mother, she worked in the city at that time) so that she would leave everything as it is. ”
That I remembered her.
In the morning, my grandmother no longer got out of bed. Doctors said she died at night from a heart attack.
In the letters she wrote to everyone that she left to whom what to do with the farm, she wrote me parting words and expectations, which I justified in half - I did not become the chairman of the collective farm, but I did not finish with the gold medal.
Later, after the institute, I did try to find out from my mother that this was such an oddity from which this woman Glasha was. As it turned out, once, even in her youth, my granny had a mother-in-law — Glafira Fedorovna, a very old and wise woman. My grandmother didn’t care for her, and on her deathbed she tearfully asked that woman Glasha come for her before her death, warned that my granny was ready. Mother said that like Baba Glasha smiled at this request and replied: "As God allows." And, apparently, I allowed, once came.
a sourceAfter a short pause, she asked: “Where is your grandmother, Leocadia?