Anya’s grandmother lived for the future. Fabric remnants were stored in the closet, dreaming of becoming dresses, trousers, and blouses. Some were eaten by moths and perished under layers of dust, never to be celebrated. On the balcony stood grains that were once meant to become fragrant porridge with butter on the table. But, alas, they often shared the fate of the fabric. The crystal service in the cabinet awaited its time - luckily, it came 1-2 times a year.
There were also various linens - just in case guests arrived, warm clothes for when guests came in winter without considering the season, and evidently stayed for a week. Old sleds, children’s skates, curtains, Burda magazines, yarn and needles, a set for embroidery… In times of hunger and cold, grandmother could have fed, warmed, and occupied a couple of dozen people. Anya was frustrated and urged her grandmother to give everything away and throw it out. But grandmother stood her ground; no one could match her in this regard. No arguments had yet been born that could be heard by her. And one day, Anya gave in - let all these things live and die on their own if that mattered to grandmother…
Now Anya lives in a nearly empty house, calling its style the trendy word “minimalism.” It’s easy to breathe there; the rooms are full of light and spacious. From grandmother's house, she only took a warm violet scarf and hat, and many, many memories. Here they are riding sleds and playing snowball fights, here grandmother brings out the service for New Year's, here they find a funny dress in an old magazine. There is no need to argue anymore about what to do with things and how to live correctly, for the most important thing is that grandmother had time and a place in her heart for her. And how many things were witnesses to that is of no importance.
There were also various linens - just in case guests arrived, warm clothes for when guests came in winter without considering the season, and evidently stayed for a week. Old sleds, children’s skates, curtains, Burda magazines, yarn and needles, a set for embroidery… In times of hunger and cold, grandmother could have fed, warmed, and occupied a couple of dozen people. Anya was frustrated and urged her grandmother to give everything away and throw it out. But grandmother stood her ground; no one could match her in this regard. No arguments had yet been born that could be heard by her. And one day, Anya gave in - let all these things live and die on their own if that mattered to grandmother…
Now Anya lives in a nearly empty house, calling its style the trendy word “minimalism.” It’s easy to breathe there; the rooms are full of light and spacious. From grandmother's house, she only took a warm violet scarf and hat, and many, many memories. Here they are riding sleds and playing snowball fights, here grandmother brings out the service for New Year's, here they find a funny dress in an old magazine. There is no need to argue anymore about what to do with things and how to live correctly, for the most important thing is that grandmother had time and a place in her heart for her. And how many things were witnesses to that is of no importance.