Plump and has, perhaps, an elderly woman with a string bags and large plastic bags in both hands out - but rather, throws out - from the deli on the icy northern street. Red chapped cheeks, whole life, consider, took place in the Arctic, gray lock, stray from under her shawl, seemingly helpless because of the thick lens of the eye. This is me in my fifty years. That I'm in a hurry after work and queuing in shops to the children and grandchildren.
Usual, inconvenient for others "aunt" - so I already kind, called a half dozen years in a crowded city bus energetic young people. "My aunt has a right to the northern retirement, but continues to work as a nurse in district hospital. The nature of her good-natured, and therefore it is not very offended by familiarity, however, and there is simply forces to respond. "Auntie", as always, in response to smiles, and with all their bags and packages unstoppable on its way to the exit door.
My name is Gertrude. In the Arctic came for my husband - it distributed here after a mountainous College. Was a beautiful guy, ambitious, she was ready for him on the edge of the world. And then he left me. With two kids - Lena went to the third year, and Andrew just six months. |