family saga
I've found these old pictures in the family album. Some of them are extremely old from end of 18xx.
Looking back to the past can make you trapped into memories and useless analysis of things you could have done different. Yet thinking about your roots and what makes you as a person is giving you a sense of belonging, self confidence and a wish to accomplish so that all the efforts of the people before you were not in vain.
Growing up with my mother and grandmother has left many memories of countless stories about distant countries and different habits. I had always loved to hear grandmother's stories of cold and snowy winter nights, when the samovar always held hot tea and people used to sleep on the stove. Stories of her life as a child who loved to eat carrots and play with cats, then as a beautiful mademoiselle who loved to dress in pink and capture all the officers' attention and then finally how she became a wife and mother or my mother.
From left to right Tanya, sister of my grandmother and Musea, my grandmother
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Looking back to the past can make you trapped into memories and useless analysis of things you could have done different. Yet thinking about your roots and what makes you as a person is giving you a sense of belonging, self confidence and a wish to accomplish so that all the efforts of the people before you were not in vain.
Growing up with my mother and grandmother has left many memories of countless stories about distant countries and different habits. I had always loved to hear grandmother's stories of cold and snowy winter nights, when the samovar always held hot tea and people used to sleep on the stove. Stories of her life as a child who loved to eat carrots and play with cats, then as a beautiful mademoiselle who loved to dress in pink and capture all the officers' attention and then finally how she became a wife and mother or my mother.
From left to right Tanya, sister of my grandmother and Musea, my grandmother
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