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Kate
Once a new patient was put in our ward – Galina Vasilievna. She was admitted to the hospital with a severe seizure. For three days we observed a solid bundle of nerves, tears and irritation.
But as soon as the pain receded, we did not recognize Galya – an optimist, a merry laugh, and nothing more. Her speech was replete with self-irony, jokes, sometimes even ditties or lines from funny songs.
Every day Galya was visited by her ten-year-old daughter Katyushka: she brought soup in a jar, stewed potatoes in a pot, something from homemade preparations. Every time I reported on how things were going at school, what problems I solved today, what I planned for tomorrow.
The entire ward admired the girl’s independence. After all, I cooked, and went to the store, and did the cleaning in the apartment, and much more – all by myself! We compared her with our children and understood that they needed to take an example from Katyushka, and Gali and I – in raising our own younger generation.
From time to time a young man came to visit Galina. At first we thought it was her eldest son, but it turned out to be a brother. The complete opposite of a daughter! From the doorway he brought down his “troubles and misfortunes” on Galina, which seemed to us completely insignificant.
Galya only smiled, and then told us: they say, she herself is to blame, not the man, but the calf she raised. But she corrected her daughter. We, of course, got interested, and a roommate told her unusual story.
Galina
Gali did not have a father; she was raised by her mother alone, a train conductor. All of the girl’s childhood was spent in departmental round-the-clock nurseries, then in kindergarten. Sometimes my grandmother ran to visit, but not for long: she had a paralyzed husband in her arms, requiring constant attention.
And on September 1, when Galya went to first grade, the old woman suddenly died of a heart attack. The girl was left alone in the house.
– Mother called me only Jackdaw. Not Galinka, not Checkmark. Jackdaw – that’s all! – Galina Vasilievna told us. – But I loved her very much. Longing for a week from loneliness, she perceived her mother’s arrival as a holiday. Immediately the house became lighter and warmer.
Mom was always cheerful and funny, she told incessantly interesting events that happened on the road. She brought from trips all sorts of goodies, toys and clothes that were not in stores in Soviet times.
If at first my mother fit into weekly flights, then as soon as Galya went to school, she switched to long-distance trains and began to appear at home even less often. But Galina perceived this state of affairs quite naturally: for many railway workers in their families, everything was the same.
Galya grew up as a correct girl: she studied well at school, she was easy to study, she did not drink, did not smoke, and did not take dubious companies.
Alexey
When Gala was 14 years old, her mother gave birth to her brother Alyosha. The upbringing of the child was safely transferred to the shoulders of her daughter. Everything that Galina did not receive from her mother, she gave to her brother – and care, and affection, and vigilant care.
After graduating from the eight-year school, the girl entered the culinary college. When Alexei was three years old, his mother completely disappeared from sight. She just didn’t come back from another flight.
Galya filed for wanted list. At the same time, traces of the mother were periodically found in different parts of the vast country. Therefore, the status of “missing” was not assigned to her.
Galina later read in one clever book that there is such a disease – a tendency to vagrancy. It even manifested itself in famous people. Some psychologists, for example, found her symptoms in Maxim Gorky. Maybe my mother suffered from the same ailment?
While Galya studied at the technical school, she and her brother lived on a meager scholarship. In addition, she rented out a room in their two-room apartment and worked part-time in the dining room.
“We didn’t die of hunger,” Galina Vasilievna recalled. – I didn’t steal food, there was no such habit. But the authorities knew about the family’s problems and allowed me to dine for free in the canteen. Lesha had lunch in kindergarten, and we had enough money for breakfast and dinner.
After college, having received distribution to a large village, Galya did not send her brother to an orphanage, but took him with her. Then it was strict with this – the diploma should have been “worked out” for three years, whatever one may say.
And for Gali, a trip to the village, given the fact that she had no cronyism, may have become a good option. Yes, she had to leave the city, but now she could rent out the whole apartment. And in the village she was promised service housing and a place for her brother in a kindergarten.
Ivan
– I came to the village all so urban: in a white coat, white hat, white boots, with a briefcase-diplomat in one hand, in the other – a baby.
At first, everyone in the village decided that I had arrived with my son. Like, she gave birth to a youngster. But they soon found out that it was a brother. Young people were reluctant to get to know me. Even though he is a brother, but still an additional burden, – said Galya.
Galina was given housing in a semi-detached house, with a stove, but without running water and sewerage. Being purely urban, Galya learned to operate the stove for a long time. When the firewood left over from the previous tenants ran out, the collective farm brought her a car of fresh firewood on request.
– And what to do with them? – Galya lamented. – They unloaded in the yard, occupied the entire passage, neither pass nor pass. And I don’t have an ax, I can’t imagine how to chop wood, it’s winter on my nose. Guard!
A 12-year-old neighbor boy Vanya came to the rescue. He split the firewood, and put them in a woodpile, and suggested that in the evening it was necessary to put an armful of firewood by the stove so that it would dry out overnight.
– It so happened that Vanyushka “nailed” to us: he would bring water and heat the stove, in the morning he would take Alyoshka to the garden, when I had to leave at five in the morning for my shift. I cooked well – I always treated him to delicious things, baked all kinds of pies and pastries. I will feed, and I will also give you with me.
Everywhere Vanya followed us, wherever Alyoshka and I went. Now I had two children! At first, the housemates chased Vanya away from me. Like, bewitched, or what? What a fortune-telling! I’m eighteen, Vanka is twelve, it’s even funny to think, – Galina recalled with slight sadness.
Love and devotion
So three years passed. It’s time for Galina to return to the city. During this time, Ivan matured, grew two heads taller than Gali, resounded in his shoulders, looked much older than his fifteen years.
– All my boyfriends from home defended. When he saw that some guy was accompanying me to the gate, he let the dog down! And no exhortations had any effect on him. And in my last month in the village I lost weight, grew thinner, even turned black in my face.
Alyosha did not let go of himself, he came up with some urgent boyish affairs with him. And my heart sank from the upcoming parting. I got used to Vanya as to her own.
But then he and his brother returned to the city. At first, Alyoshka was whining all the time, asking when Vanya would come to visit. Galina reassured, they say, necessarily, but later. And so it happened: a year later, on September 1, Ivan came to visit, but stayed forever. He entered the railway technical school!
– I parted with the boy, and met again with an adult man. And only at that moment I realized that I love him. They signed when Ivan was eighteen, and then Katyushka was born. Vanya works for me on long-distance trains as a machinist.
… During his two-week stay in the hospital, Ivan only once had a chance to visit his wife, but how noisy and fun it was! A kind of two-meter bear burst into the room, with a huge watermelon, no less huge cake, a magnificent bouquet and balloons.
I immediately tied one ball to each bed. The doctor gave a hint to remove it, but waved his hand – let the patients rejoice a little.
I never met Galina Vasilievna in person, but once I saw it on TV in the local news. She was awarded as the best pastry chef of the bakery, and was shown cakes of extraordinary beauty, made by her hands. I smiled: I remembered her love story from life.
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