The story of a grandmother I know. The story of a grandmother I know Grandmother's stories teach grandchildren love joys

Yuri Kuvaldin

PLEASURE

story

On a June evening in a summer cafe under the crowns of old trees in Izmailovsky Park, Mikhail Ivanovich was congratulated on his seventieth birthday, and his thirteen-year-old grandson, Boris, dedicated his poem to him, which began with the line:

Estimate, grandpa, seventy is not age ...

He composed this and wrote it down on his mobile phone while walking from Partizanskaya to the park. Boris was seated between his mother and grandmother, the wife of the hero of the day, Tamara Vasilievna, a young woman with a magnificent dyed hairdo.
After the first toast, Tamara Vasilievna, looking around the table, called the waiter who was standing at her table and said:
- I want chu trout grilled on coals!
Mom's father, grandmother's husband, grandfather Mikhail Ivanovich looked at her with concern, said only:
- Tamara...
But she immediately blurted out:
- And no talking. Understood? I don't want n-no talk!
- Mommy, I want too, - Boris's mother said to her mother, Boris's grandmother.
Apparently, Tamara Vasilievna belonged to the number of those older women who know how to command with sweet arrogance, if they obediently obey, but who themselves, at the same time, are easily shy.
After several toasts, Tamara Vasilievna, drunk, began to examine Boris with keen interest, until, finally, she smacked him with thick red lipstick on the cheek and breathed out:
- How beautiful you are, Borenka!
She could be understood, since she had not seen her grandson for five years, because she lived with her grandfather in Kyiv. Now they have managed to exchange Kyiv for Moscow, for 9th Parkovaya.
Boris even blushed in surprise, and during the dance, to which his grandmother pulled him out, she pressed him tightly to her large breasts and dared to stroke his cheek with her palm.
She said:
- Well, tell me, tell me how things are going at school, what do you think to do after school ... I really want to listen to you, Borya ... I really want to talk with you, granddaughters ...
- I also want to, grandmother, - said Boris for decency.
- Well, that's good. It's stuffy here, let's get some air... You get up and go out to breathe. I'll be out in five minutes too...
Boris himself wanted to go out for a smoke so that his mother would not see him. The fact is that he started smoking a month ago, and he was strongly drawn to it. Behind the cafe began thickets of bushes and trees. Boris lit a cigarette, turned away and secretly took a few deep puffs, feeling his soul getting even better than from a drunk glass of champagne. In general, Izmailovo Park looked like a dense forest. Soon Tamara Vasilievna appeared.
“What an adult you are,” she said. - Let's take a walk, breathe ...
She took Boris by the arm, and they walked along the path into the thickets. Having moved a certain distance, Tamara Vasilievna sank down on a wide stump and turned to Boris, who sat down on a nearby log. Grandmother's light dress was not long and ended at her knees. Boris listened attentively to what Tamara Vasilievna spoke about her studies, about choosing a path, about Kyiv and Moscow, but her knees were in front of him and involuntarily attracted attention. They were very beautiful, not angular, but smoothly passed into the hips, a piece of which was visible from the side. Everything else was hidden from his sight.
Then Tamara Vasilievna started talking about the fact that Borya was already an adult, that he needed to know how to behave with women, and he looked at her full knees with curiosity, probably for the first time thinking about his grandmother as a woman. Indeed, she was attractive, with a fashionable hairstyle, with long eyelashes, with a manicure, with rings and bracelets.
Grandmother was short, broad at the hips, and in general was a plump woman with fairly large breasts. But the figure, despite the fullness, was quite slender with a noticeable waist. Continuing to admire his grandmother's round knees, Boris began, as it were, to crawl from the log onto the grass, leaning on the log with his elbows laid back. Grandmother did not seem to notice this, only slightly spread her legs. Afraid to believe in his luck, Boris timidly lowered his eyes and saw from the inside almost completely her full, smooth hips and a small part of her stomach, which hung down in a rather large fold and lay on her hips. This picture took Boris's breath away, and even what she said about Boris's growing up ceased to interest him at all. Afraid to move, he admired the opened picture, and his imagination painted what was hidden from his eyes. Here Tamara Vasilievna herself spread her legs wider.
Now he could not see her belly, but her legs were fully visible. As she sat with them wide apart, he saw her wide thick thighs spread out over the stump, and, following his gaze further, he saw how they gradually converged together. The farther between the legs, the darker it became, and at the point of their connection it was almost impossible to see anything.
Boris's throat went dry, a blush appeared on his cheeks, and an incomprehensible and very pleasant stir in his pants began, his boy from a small faucet began to turn into something rather large and relatively thick, sticking up.
The sight of Tamara Vasilievna's knees and legs was so seductive, they were so alluring that, forgetting everything, at first Boris gently touched them with one finger and began to move them back and forth along the knee, as if drawing or writing something.
Tamara Vasilievna did not pay any attention to this, and inspired by Boris, he continued his work with a few fingers. Seeing that this was also normal, he put his whole hand on her knee. It turned out to be very pleasant to the touch, tender, soft, with a slightly rough skin and a little cold.
At first, Boris' hand just lay there, but then he began to move it a little, at first by one or two centimeters. Gradually, he stroked more boldly, running his hand all over the knee. Grandmother still did not pay attention to her grandson's occupation, or pretended not to.
Then he completely slid off the log onto the grass, and from this his hand involuntarily slipped from his knee and darted into the space between his thighs. At first, Boris was very frightened, but he did not remove his hand, but simply moved it away from his leg and began to touch the surface of the thigh only a little, with several fingers.
Afraid to look his grandmother in the face and that she would notice from him what was happening to her grandson, Boris listened and was surprised to find that she continued to talk about his future. True, it seemed to him that Tamara Vasilyevna's voice had changed a little, become a little hoarse, as if her throat had gone dry and she was thirsty. Having convinced himself that since his grandmother continues to educate him, then everything is fine, Boris pressed his palm to the entire inner surface of the thigh. This surface turned out to be softer and much warmer than the knee, it was very pleasant to the touch, and I just wanted to stroke it. And, as in the case of the knee, at first cautiously, and then more and more boldly, Boris began to move his palm back and forth. He liked this activity so much that he no longer noticed anything around him. Stroking and feeling a pleasant warmth, Boris gradually moved his hand farther and farther. He longed to touch her hair and move his fingers there. Gradually he succeeded. His hand stumbled first on the lonely hairs, stroking and sorting through which, he gradually got to the thicker ones, in the very upper part of the thigh.
At this time, Boris noticed that something had changed around him. Looking up from his work for a second, he realized that his grandmother was silent, and it was this silence that alerted him.
Without raising his eyes or removing his hand, Boris saw with his peripheral vision that his grandmother had closed her eyes, and on the contrary, her lips were slightly parted, as if she had cut off her speech in mid-sentence. Here, noticing this, Boris froze, even got scared. But the grandmother did not utter a word, but only threw her hands back, on the edges of a wide stump, and leaned on them. And Boris realized that Tamara Vasilievna also wanted him to continue stroking.
This cheered up Boris, gave courage, and he carefully began to stroke her hair, expecting to stumble upon panties, but they were not there.
“It’s very hot,” Grandmother said in a trembling and quiet voice, noticing his surprise.
Boris was sorting through the hairs, his hand was already moving in the very groin, it was even warmer and a little damp there. There was much more hair, his whole hand sank into them. Then Boris noticed that the grandmother was trembling a little, some cramps were running through her legs, and they were a little divorced and brought together. Lowering his hand lower, Boris finally felt what he so wanted to touch. Under his arm was Grandma's lily! It was incredible, even in his dreams Boris could not imagine it. Her thick secret lips were clearly felt, they were very large, swollen and barely fit under his palm. Boris began stroking them more vigorously with his hand, and touching them with his fingers, trying to grasp and examine them.
Tamara Vasilievna's breathing became more frequent, deeper, and it seemed to Boris that he even heard it. And immediately after this, the grandmother began to move herself under his hand, fidgeting with her magnificent ass along the stump. For a moment she stopped, pushing Boris back, slid down onto the grass. Her hairy bosom pressed tightly against Boris's hand and moved in all directions. It suddenly became very wet under his hand, but from this movement they became lighter and gliding, Boris felt her large lips part and immediately his fingers fell inside, into a wet, warm and very tender cave, slid there, which made grandmother scream. Both grandmother and grandson began to move together in time, he with his fingers, and his grandmother with her hips, shaking her huge buttocks.
During all this time they did not say a word to each other, as if they were afraid to frighten away and violate with careless words what was happening between them. But gradually Boris became completely uncomfortable, his hand became numb, and, probably, his grandmother was also tired of sitting in one position. Without saying a word to Boris, she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, like the letter "M", her dress was approximately at the level of her stomach, exposing all her charms. Boris also rolled over a little, lay down more comfortably, and moved closer. Her legs in beautiful high-heeled shoes lay in full view in all their glory - slightly hairy calves, knees, thick thighs that were parted and her wet swollen lips were right in front of him. But now Boris's attention was drawn to what was higher, he wanted to see his grandmother naked in its entirety.
Boris put his hand on the very bottom of his stomach. It was very soft to the touch, flexing easily under his hand. He began to stroke it, knead it, gradually move his hands up, lifting up the dress. First he saw her deep navel, then her whole belly. It was large, soft, sluggish, some incomprehensible streaks ran along it, it was quite ugly and not at all like his. But it was precisely such a belly - of a full, adult woman that riveted his gaze, exciting Boris even more.
Having seen enough of him and seeing that his grandmother does not mind and allows all his actions, he jerked up the dress around his neck, finished with the bra and saw her breasts. Boris was struck that she was much smaller than he expected. It seemed to him that it should be big and stick up. After all, this is exactly how she was when her grandmother walked, and her chest swayed as she walked. Her big tits somehow spread all over her body, and blue veins of veins ran through them in thin streams. The nipples were brown, large, shriveled and stuck up. Boris carefully touched one boob, then the other, and they swayed following the movement of his hand. He put his hands on them, began to knead and feel. They turned out to be very soft and lethargic, but, nevertheless, it was very pleasant to caress them. Sometimes his hands bumped into her hard big nipple, further increasing the arousal. Boris was already lying almost next to his grandmother, and she was all naked in front of him. That was incredible!
Then her hand moved, and Boris froze, but the grandmother carefully unzipped his jeans and stuck her hand in there. Boris caught his breath, it seemed that now something would break inside him. Grandmother's fingers gently stroked his testicles and hip, which was very tense and sticking up. Boris experienced incredible pleasure from her movements, the whole world was now focused only on the movements of her hands. Boris even stopped caressing her and just admired her body.
Then the grandmother opened her lips, and said something barely audible, and he guessed rather than heard her words and, bending down, kissed her breasts. At first, carefully, then more and more boldly, he kissed her soft and warm boobs, slightly salty in taste, like a baby enjoying grandmother's breasts, taking her in his mouth and sucking, biting her nipples. At the same time, he convulsively crushed and squeezed her sides with his hands, running his hands over the folds of fat on her thighs and sorting them out.
Tamara Vasilyevna was already moaning louder and louder, desires were growing. Boris put his hands down and began to knead and squeeze her little baby, no longer carefully, but strongly and maybe even rudely. The gates of God were all wet, and Boris's hand literally squelched in this swamp. Then grandmother's hands gently hugged Boris and pressed him to her, then she lifted him up and laid him on top of herself. Boris was very comfortable and well, the grandmother was big, warm and soft. Boris felt her all under him, her body close to him, which now belonged to Boris, her large breasts, stomach, hips, on which his legs lay. It was delicious.
But between his legs he had a real fire and itching, and instinctively he began to move, trying to calm this burning sensation, moving back and forth over the naked body of his grandmother. But instead of relief, the itching only got worse. Grandmother also moved under her grandson, her movements were stronger. She unbuckled the belt on his jeans and pulled them down along with his underpants, then pulled up his shirt to see his belly and chest. Her ass swayed from side to side and his legs finally fell from her hips to between her legs, ben pressed tightly against her lower abdomen. Grandmother still hugged Boris with her arms, but suddenly she began to move his body down, and he already thought that everything, the games were over, but as soon as Yasha fell off her stomach, she stopped moving Boris and just hugged.
Their movements continued, but the grandmother was no longer moving from side to side, but raising her ass, she ran into Boris, while his van rested between her legs, feeling moisture and warmth. Grandmother's groans intensified, and it seemed she was losing control of herself, her cheeks turned pink, her eyes were half closed, her lips sometimes uttered something, but what exactly, Boris could not understand.
Suddenly, after one of the movements towards, Boris realized that he had hit just between her big thick lips. Considering the small size of his teenage Adam and the large, adult Eve of his grandmother, this was not surprising. Boris's sensations intensified, the vanya became very pleased, it was warm, humid, and he wanted this warmth and moisture to always envelop him from all sides. At this time, the grandmother also felt him in herself and for a moment stopped moving. Perhaps she did not want to let him go, or some doubt suddenly seized her. But after a momentary lull, instead of moving back, she lifted her buttocks, and his red-hot phallus completely entered her. It was an indescribable feeling. The grandson's wand was in the grandmother's vase.
Boris lay on her large body, wrapping his arms around it. Grandmother put her hands on his hips, and began to move Boris, now pressing, then slightly moving away from herself, as if showing what he should do, and gradually it came to Boris.
And Boris began to make movements back and forth on his own, rising above his grandmother's body. And at that time she began to move her ass towards him, rotating them from side to side, her pubis pressed tightly against him and rubbed violently and strongly. The grandson flopped on her large and flaccid belly, but he was very soft and pleasant. Tamara Vasilievna moved more and more furiously under him, her body did not remain in place for a second, hugging and stroking her grandson, she moaned loudly. His halyard seemed to fall into some kind of hole, rubbing against the wavy walls of her vagina. Both of them had already forgotten about everything and with force entered into each other. Her full body arched and fell off, forming fat folds, which the grandson squeezed like crazy.
Suddenly, the tension in the phallus grew to a maximum, Boris felt dizzy, he tensed up, and something abruptly came out of him, devastating everything, his strength left him. Delight, extraordinary pleasure, relief he felt. Grandmother, noticing the tension of his ball, twitched furiously, her hips squeezed him very tightly and painfully, she uttered some incredible moan, sound, wheezing, and gradually her movements began to subside. Boris, on the other hand, was simply lying on it, exhausted, and maybe already unconscious from everything that was happening.
After some time, straightening her dress, Tamara Vasilievna said:
You should know that it didn't happen. To never tell anyone...
- Well, sho, - calming down, murmured Boris.
They were silent. A crow called high above them.
Literally a second later, abruptly looking away, the grandmother exclaimed:
- Squirrel!
And then the cell phone rang. Boris, not without respect, asked his grandmother whether to answer - maybe it would be unpleasant for her? Tamara Vasilievna turned to him and looked as if from afar, tightly closing one eye from the light; the other eye remained in shadow, wide open but not at all naive, and so brown that it seemed dark blue.
The cloudless sky was visible in the gaps between the crowns of the motionless venerable birches and lindens.
The fluffy-tailed red creature sat on its hind legs on the path, and made begging movements with its front paws.
Boris asked to hurry up with the answer, and Tamara Vasilievna left the squirrel alone.
- Well, you must! - she exclaimed. - It's him, for sure!?
Boris replied that, in his opinion, whether to speak or not, one hell, he sat on a stump next to Tamara Vasilievena, and hugged her with his left arm. The right one raised the phone to his ear. The sun shone down on the forest. And when Boris brought the phone to his ear, his blond hair was illuminated especially favorably, although perhaps too brightly, so that it seemed red.
- Yes? - Boris said in a sonorous voice into the phone.
Tamara Vasilievna, feeling pleasure in the embrace, followed him. Her wide-open eyes did not reflect any anxiety or thought, only it was clear how big and black they were.
A man's voice was heard in the receiver - lifeless and at the same time strangely assertive, almost obscenely agitated:
- Boris? It's you?
Boris cast a quick glance to the left, at Tamara Vasilievna.
- Who is this? - he asked. - You, grandpa?
- Yes I. Borya, am I distracting you?
- No no. Something happened?
"Really, I'm not bothering you?" Honestly?
“No, no,” said Boris, turning pink.
- That's why I'm calling, Borya: did you happen to see where your grandmother went?
Boris again looked to the left, but this time not at Tamara Vasilievna, but over her head, at a squirrel running along the branches.
“No, grandfather, I didn’t see it,” Boris said, continuing to look at the squirrel. - And where are you?
- As where? I'm in a cafe. The party is in full swing! I thought she was around here somewhere... Maybe she was dancing... I just searched for Tamara...
- I don't know, grandpa...
"So you haven't seen her, have you?"
- No, I didn't see it. You see, grandpa, I had a headache for some reason, and I went out to breathe ... But what? What's happened? Grandma lost?
- Oh my God! She sat next to me all the time and suddenly...
“Maybe she just went out to get some air?” Boris asked with a delay, as if thinking aloud.
- I would have returned, she has been gone for twenty minutes.
“So quickly it all happened?!” Boris thought.
“Listen, grandpa, you don’t have to be so nervous,” Boris said calmly, like a psychotherapist. - Where can she go? She will take a walk, freshen up and return ... Now she will come.
- So you haven't seen her, Borya? Mikhail Ivanovich repeated the question importunately.
“Listen, grandpa,” interrupted Boris, taking his hand away from his face, “suddenly my head ached again. God knows what it's from. Will you excuse us if we end now? Let's talk later, okay?
Boris listened for another minute, then turned off the phone and slipped it into his pocket. And Tamara Vasilievna said:
- Borenka, pleasure is everything, everything that is contained in the world, love is implanted in every person by an unrelenting need, desire. Every person pursues pleasure and happiness and eventually finds his own happiness...
Tamara Vasilievna fell silent, looked at him without blinking, with admiration, and parted her mouth, and Boris leaned towards her, put one hand under the hem to the black bush, put the other on the back of her head, pressed her wet lips strongly to himself, and kissed passionately.

GRANDMA AND GRANDSON

- I want to go for a walk! Volodya said. But Grandma was already taking off her coat.

- No, dear, we walked, and that's enough. Dad and mom will be home from work soon, but I don't have lunch ready.

- Well, at least a little more! I didn't walk up! Grandmother!

- I have no time. I can not. Get dressed, play at home.

But Volodya did not want to undress, he rushed to the door. Grandmother took the spatula from him and tugged at the white pompom of her hat. Volodya clutched his head with both hands, trying to hold on to his hat. Didn't hold back. I wanted the coat not to unbutton, but it seemed to unbutton itself - and now it is already swinging on a hanger, next to my grandmother's.

I don't want to play at home! I want to play!

“Look, dear,” said Grandmother, “if you don’t listen to me, I’ll go away from you to my house, that’s all.”

- Well, go away! I have a mom!

Grandmother did not answer and went to the kitchen.

Behind the wide window is a wide street. Young trees are carefully tied to pegs. They rejoiced at the sun and turned green somehow all of a sudden. Behind them are buses and trolleybuses, beneath them is bright spring grass.

And in the grandmother's garden, under the windows of a small country wooden house, spring also probably came. Daffodils and tulips have hatched in the flowerbeds... Or maybe not yet? In the city, spring always comes a little earlier.

Grandmother came in the autumn to help Volodya's mother - mother began to work this year. Feed Volodya, take a walk with Volodya, put Volodya to bed... Yes, even breakfast, lunch, and dinner... Grandmother was sad. And it’s not sad because I remembered my garden with tulips and daffodils, where I could bask in the sun and do nothing - just relax ... For myself, for myself alone, how many things to do? Grandmother felt sad because Volodya said: “Leave!”

And Volodya was sitting on the floor, in the middle of the room. All around - cars of different brands: a clockwork little Pobeda, a large wooden dump truck, a truck with bricks, on top of the bricks - a red Bear and a white hare with long ears. Ride a Bear and a hare? Building a house? Get a blue "Victory"?

Started with a key. So what? The "Victory" crackled across the room, stuck in the door. Started it up again. Now it's gone in circles. Stopped. Let it stand.

Volodya began to build a bridge of bricks. Didn't finish it. He opened the door and went out into the corridor. I cautiously looked into the kitchen. Grandmother sat at the table and quickly peeled potatoes. Thin curls of peel fell onto the tray. Volodya took a step ... two steps ... Grandmother did not turn around.

Volodya approached her quietly and stood next to her. Potatoes are uneven, large and small. Some are very smooth, but one...

- Grandma, what's this? Like birds in a nest?

- What kind of birds?

But the truth is, it looks a little like chicks with long, white, slightly yellowish necks. They sit in a potato hole, as in a nest.

“These are potato eyes,” Grandma said.

Volodya stuck his head under his grandmother's right elbow:

Why does she have eyes?

It was not very convenient for my grandmother to peel potatoes with Volodya's head under her right elbow, but grandmother did not complain about the inconvenience.

It's spring now, the potatoes are starting to sprout. This is a sprout. If you plant potatoes in the ground, new potatoes will grow.

- Grandma, how are you?

Volodya climbed onto his grandmother's knees to get a better look at the strange sprouts with white necks. Now peeling potatoes has become even more inconvenient. Grandma put down the knife.

- And like this. Look here. You see, a very tiny sprout, but this one is already bigger. If you plant potatoes in the ground, the sprouts will stretch towards the light, towards the sun, turn green, leaves will grow on them.

“Grandma, what’s with them?” Legs?

- I want to go for a walk! Volodya said. But Grandma was already taking off her coat.
- No, dear, we walked, and that's enough. Dad and mom will be home from work soon, but I don't have lunch ready.
- Well, at least a little more! I didn't walk up! Grandmother!
- I have no time. I can not. Get dressed, play at home.
But Volodya did not want to undress, he rushed to the door. Grandmother took the spatula from him and tugged at the white pompom of her hat. Volodya clutched his head with both hands, trying to hold on to his hat. Didn't hold back. I wanted the coat not to unbutton, but it seemed to unbutton itself - and now it is already swinging on a hanger, next to my grandmother's.
I don't want to play at home! I want to play!
“Look, dear,” said Grandmother, “if you don’t listen to me, I’ll go away from you to my house, that’s all.” Then Volodya shouted in an angry voice:
- Well, go away! I have a mom!
Grandmother did not answer and went to the kitchen.
Behind the wide window is a wide street. Young trees are carefully tied to pegs. They rejoiced at the sun and turned green somehow all of a sudden. Behind them are buses and trolleybuses, beneath them is bright spring grass.
And in the grandmother's garden, under the windows of a small country wooden house, spring also probably came. Daffodils and tulips have hatched in the flowerbeds... Or maybe not yet? In the city, spring always comes a little earlier.
Grandmother came in the autumn to help Volodya's mother - mother began to work this year. Feed Volodya, take a walk with Volodya, put Volodya to bed... Yes, even breakfast, lunch, and dinner... Grandmother was sad. And it’s not sad because I remembered my garden with tulips and daffodils, where I could bask in the sun and do nothing - just relax ... For myself, for myself alone, how many things to do? Grandmother felt sad because Volodya said: “Leave!”
And Volodya was sitting on the floor, in the middle of the room. All around - cars of different brands: a clockwork little Pobeda, a large wooden dump truck, a truck with bricks, on top of the bricks - a red Bear and a white hare with long ears. Ride a Bear and a hare? Building a house? Get a blue "Victory"?
Started with a key. So what? The "Victory" crackled across the room, stuck in the door. Started it up again. Now it's gone in circles. Stopped. Let it stand.
Volodya began to build a bridge of bricks. Didn't finish it. He opened the door and went out into the corridor. I cautiously looked into the kitchen. Grandmother sat at the table and quickly peeled potatoes. Thin curls of peel fell onto the tray. Volodya took a step ... two steps ... Grandmother did not turn around. Volodya approached her quietly and stood next to her. Potatoes are uneven, large and small. Some are very smooth, but one...
- Grandma, what's this? Like birds in a nest?
- What kind of birds?
But the truth is, it looks a little like chicks with long, white, slightly yellowish necks. They sit in a potato hole, as in a nest.
“These are potato eyes,” Grandma said.
Volodya stuck his head under his grandmother's right elbow:
Why does she have eyes?
It was not very convenient for my grandmother to peel potatoes with Volodya's head under her right elbow, but grandmother did not complain about the inconvenience.
It's spring now, the potatoes are starting to sprout. This is a sprout. If you plant potatoes in the ground, new potatoes will grow.
- Grandma, how are you?
Volodya climbed onto his grandmother's knees to get a better look at the strange sprouts with white necks. Now peeling potatoes has become even more inconvenient. Grandma put down the knife.
- And like this. Look here. You see, a very tiny sprout, but this one is already bigger. If you plant potatoes in the ground, the sprouts will stretch towards the light, towards the sun, turn green, leaves will grow on them.
“Grandma, what’s with them?” Legs?
- No, these are not legs, these are the roots that have begun to grow. The roots stretch down into the ground, they will drink water from the ground.
- And the sprouts reach for the sun?
- To the sun.
- And the roots stretch into the ground?
- Roots - in the ground.
- Grandmother, where are people drawn to?
- People?
Grandmother put an unpeeled potato on the table and pressed her cheek against the back of Volodya's head:
“People are attracted to each other.

Here are some stories of my relatives.
1. This story was told to me by my grandmother's sister - b. Nina. All of the following happened during the Great Patriotic War. Grandmother Nina was then just a girl (she was born in 1934). And somehow Nina stayed overnight with her neighbor, Aunt Natasha. And in the villages it was customary to keep chickens in the fence in the house. And Aunt Natasha also had chickens. Now everyone has already gone to bed: comrade Natasha on the bed, and her children and Nina with them - on the stove. The lights were turned off... The chickens also calmed down... Silence... Suddenly one of the chickens abruptly in the dark - rrrrraz! - and jumped over the fence! The chickens are worried. T. Natasha got up and drove the chicken back. Just subsided, and again - rraz! - the hens clucked, and again one flew over. T. Natasha got up, lit a torch and turned to the invisible spirit that was disturbing the chickens: “Otamanushka, for worse or for better? ” And she looks: in front of her is such a small peasant, about a meter tall, in such an interesting striped dressing gown, with a belt, and the pants are the same. He says: “You will find out in two days.” And then he grabbed one chicken, strangled it and threw it on the stove to the children. And then he went underground. Two days later Comrade Natasha received a funeral from the front: her husband had died...

2. My grandmother told me this. Somehow, her late mother Evdokia, after a hard day, lay down on the stove to rest. And slept alone. And now he hears - someone is very close, as if even at the bottom of the stove, sharpening a knife. The sound is so characteristic: the grinding of metal on a bar. Evdokia was frightened in earnest. He looks down from the stove, and there is no one there. Just lies down, looks at the ceiling, hears - again someone is sharpening a knife. “Well,” Evdokia thinks, “my death has come!” And she began in her mind to sort through all the prayers that she knew, and to be baptized. And he hears - this sound moves away, moves away, and then disappears completely ... Grandmother says that earlier in the villages they made stoves with salt, and evil spirits, as you know, are afraid of salt. So, perhaps, without reading the prayers, Evdokia would not have died.

3. And this story was told to me by my grandmother. She used to work as a janitor. Once they sat with the women on a bench, rested, talked, and the conversation turned to evil spirits. Here is one woman and says: “Why go far? Here's what happened to me. I sat at home with the child, only now my son was born - Vanechka. My husband left for work in the morning, Vanya was sleeping in the cradle, and I decided to take a nap. I lie, doze off and feel - someone is pulling me under the bed. I jumped up and ran out of the apartment! And straight to your neighbor. I come running, I say: “Please help me get Vanya out of the apartment! I am very afraid to go in!” And my neighbor was in the military and was in a hurry to serve. He says: “Oh, I have no time. Ask someone else, Maria Feodorovna, for example.” Maria Fedorovna is also our neighbor on the landing. Well, I'm faster to her. And she says to me: “You go to your apartment, at the threshold turn around yourself three times, and then boldly walk and don’t be afraid of anything.” I did so. Once it spun - nothing, the second time it began to spin - I see some strange creature standing in the apartment, either a person, or something else. I already closed my eyes, spun around for the third time, I look - and there is such a very scary man! He looks at me with a squint, as if even with a mockery, and says: “What, guessed it ?! And now look for your Vanya ”- and disappeared! I rushed to the apartment, quickly to the cradle, but there was no child there. I was already scared: didn’t he throw the child off the balcony?! We live on the third floor. I quietly looked from the balcony - no, no one is lying on the ground. I began to look in the apartment, looked everywhere, barely found it. This creature swaddled my child and put it in the space between the wall and the gas stove. And Vanechka is asleep and does not hear anything. And only then I found out that a man once lived in our apartment, a bitter drunkard who hanged himself in this entrance.”

Hello! As a child, when I was 8 years old, my parents left for another city to earn money, and they left me to be raised by my grandmother. So I lived with my grandmother and great-grandmother, when I was 13, my parents divorced and my mother moved to us. Here it all started ..... Grandma could stop talking at any moment, for no reason. We didn’t quarrel, let’s say everything was fine in the evening, in the morning she could swear at you and shut up. I remember how many times I tried with her how then talk to find out the reason why she stopped talking to us, maybe we really offended her somehow. Everything ended with one thing, she yelled at me to leave her room. it never happened. Because of the constant change in my grandmother’s mood. my great-grandmother had a stroke, then the second, as a result, 4 years ago she died because of the experience. Because she constantly yelled at her while my mother and I were not at home, she collected whatever .After death pr she seemed to have changed a little, I was already 16 years old at that time. We lived normally for a year, my mother herself completely repaired the apartment with her own money and on her own, helped her in the country. After that, my mother had serious problems with her back, since she laid out the tiles herself. After they helped her take everything out of the garden, made repairs, she stopped talking again. and doesn’t talk to us. How many times they helped to take everything out of the garden in the fall, she stopped talking and hid all the vegetables so that we wouldn’t eat it. So for several years ... we helped with my mother in the garden, we took everything out and we even If we didn’t eat, she gave everything to her son, who never even appeared in the garden. Also 1 share of the apartment of the grandmother, 2-uncle, 3-mom) Constantly yells that my son and I have 2 shares, and you have one apartment, we’ll sell it to us, then there’s enough money for an apartment, but you don’t. A year ago, my mother left to work , I was left alone with her. And at the same time, my uncle brought his son, and he and his wife went to rest. pick up from school. Grandma dumped at the dacha and I was left alone with him. Diploma defense, you need to feed him, do lessons with him, take him to school, pick him up. Neither uncle nor grandma left any money. before him, I sat at night doing a diploma, thank God I defended it perfectly. When my mother returned, my grandmother told my mother that I didn’t help her in the garden, SHE TIRED OF FUCKING WITH THE CHILD, I DID NOT DO ANYTHING AT ALL! I hung around with the guys, the prostitute grew up. I also went to another city to work, it will turn out to move, in about a year, after 1.5. The same situation repeats again, the month of June I have a session (I am a student at the institute) dacha. I need a computer to do the work, he’s bored, he wants to play. Again, he plays enough during the day, I sit at night getting ready. please, otherwise he’s bored with his grandmother asking you. I refused. He called impudently several times .... what’s difficult for you, but who are you doing ... I called my grandmother and said that my uncle got me, I have a session, I can’t sit with his son, he bothers me. I’ll rent a session and pick him up. Now I don’t have time, I want to pass without 3 so that there would be a scholarship. Then my grandmother again freaked out and said I don’t do good to people at all, and bad and stuff like that. Now she doesn’t talk to me. She hid all the products, pasta, rice, butter, etc. Although I bought butter, rice, I took bread with my own money. One morning I woke up and the kitchen was empty. Now I bought food, no matter how funny it sounds, but now I also keep everything in my room. I’m angry, I won’t need anyone like that, I’ll stay alone (by the way, my grandfather ran away from her, couldn’t stand her character and divorced her when my mother was still 10 years old). I call my mother, she says a lot, it can’t be so much, let her show receipts. She asked for receipts, she didn’t want to give them. with her ... before, somehow I tried not to pay attention to her tantrums, now I myself am already breaking down, oh I’m glad, I’m shaking after that, she walks happy and full of strength like an energy vampire ... there’s nowhere to go away from her, at least my mother was there before, now I’m completely alone ... thanks to everyone who read, there is no one to speak out ...