"Too Young to Die, But Too Hard to Live" by Alexandr
Throughout time everyone in our world can say that he/she had bad times and good times. Now, I would like to know what good time is and what bad time is? These are relative terms and everyone evaluates them differently. The story that I write happened, as I evaluate it, during really bad times for my great-grandmother (Elena) and great-grandfather (Vladimir).
I do not know much about my great-grandfather, especially his childhood, and later you will realize why. My great-grandmother was seventh and youngest child in her family. She was born on May 20-th of 1913. Her family was rich and they lived in a huge house. They had plenty of all, but later the year of 1917 came. The year of The February revolution in Russian Empire, when crowd of people with guns penetrated the house of Tsar Family and killed everyone, including youngest prince of 5 years old. As you probably know, it was just beginning of the story. Those people were all from poor families and their next goal was to kill every rich family and take their goods. So one day father of my great-grandmother was warned by his friend that there are soldiers heading towards their house. This is probably where the “bad time” starts.
The whole family had to leave as soon as possible, and they could not take anything with them in order to move fast. It was such a tough moment that everyone was on his/her own. My great-grandmother was 4 year old at that time, therefore no one took her. They were afraid to slowdown, so her mother told her to run somewhere as fast as she could, and the whole family left. A 4 year old girl was left alone on the streets during the time when average family was short on food. She had to eat anything, no matter if it was eatable or not. She tried to survive and as the time was passing, she was getting used to it. Everyday had been becoming more and more normal in her eyes. At the age of 10 she went to work on factory for food and her life had been moving in a better way. Later she went to school, where she tried to study, but the fact that she had to work in order to eat something was distracting her. She did not have enough time. Finally a man appeared in her life. She was only 14 years old, while he was about 22. He was a military man. Yes, it was my great-grandfather. Not a long time later they got married and my great-grandmother and great-grandfather had to falsify her passport, because she was very young to marry. They lived together and were happy, even though it was not the best time yet.
(To be continued in tomorrow’s blog)