several times a year, elena komarova comes to the city cemetery in the village of lesnoy, kaliningrader grandmother tried to replace her mother, and there were a lot of fruits, that’s what i remember, says elena, and although she had everything she needed, clothes, shoes, delicious food, she lacked the most important thing, love, that is, i also grew like that weed, grew up and she grew up, it’s good that she grew up, maybe it was so in our family that it seems to me that grandmother, she so... never saw that kindness from her mother, a boy and a girl with thick curly hair - this is elena and her brother dima as a child near his grandmother’s house, at that time they had a cow, elena recalls, she helped her grandmother sell milk to vacationers coming to the curonian spit, my grandmother worked in a cafe, and i went to help her, well, then i entered college at 16 , yes, the inner photos. reva lived with her partner and worked for farm, she cleaned the stall for the cows, but then her partner died; there was no other work for her on the farm other than weeding strawberries in the summer