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Other Comments: I am sincerely pleased, that again I have an opportunity to write to you. Today I saw my mother in my dream and thought that I should tell to you about my mother because when I speak about it - I speak about my family. It is valid so because I never saw my grandmother and my grandfather. And I have no brothers and sisters. I was the only child in family, and my family has consisted from two people - my mother and me. I really feel proud when I speak about mother because she was very good woman. But together with it, each time recollecting my mother, is caused with tears to me, and I cannot hold them. My mother has died, when to me there were 17 years. Three years prior to its death my mother has damage to road incident. She stood in the street, and she has been brought down by the automobile. Probably, the driver is urgently drunk, because witnesses have told, that the automobile moved by a zigzag, and has suddenly appeared on sidewalk. As a result of collision my mother has
been paralyzed. She spent three years in an invalid armchair. I cared of it, have made everything that was in my forces to do a life for which she has been doomed since this moment - easy and joyful. I spent a few time with my friends and actually all my free time, which I spent about my mother. I was very happy, when my mother has smiled, because she smiled very seldom. She was ashamed of its feebleness. Each time when I went home after school, I looked at a window, and each time my mother met me. She looked out of the window and smiled. It happened always. She met me every day, and never overlooked. For this reason I was disturbed at once when I came back from school and I looked out of the window and did not see my mother there. I have understood, that something is wrong. I have rushed off home with tears in my opinion. When I opened a door, I have understood, that I have remained one. As it is usual my mother sat in its chair. But she was dead. I remember, how I stretche
d my hand and have touched its pulse. Has darkened in my opinion, and my legs did not obey me. I could not stand. I thought, that I should go mad. I felt, that I lose consciousness, and I have lain on a floor. I sobbed and could not calm down. I could not imagine, that I shall live without mother. She was the person, for which I lived. I have made all for it, that was in my forces. She was such good mother. She taught me everything that I can make in this life. My mother dreamed to lift me as fair and decent lady. I was the only child, and mother has given me infinite love. And I tried to make everything, to be the worthy daughter, to be its worthy love. And I hope, that I began such lady as my mother wanted to see me. Now I estimate difficulties of my time in the various ways. Difficulties train character. I lived without the help and support; I have passed various difficulties about which I do not want to speak. But I have passed these difficulties and I remember it, I fee
l, that I have made all correctly. My mother always spoke me, that is necessary to look at difficulties with a smile which is not mentioning that there is a shout of despair in a throat and there are tears in eyes. It is necessary to be strong and proud - as my mother was. Forgive to me, that I have told to you about it so in detail. But I speak about my mother seldom. But when I speak about it, I cannot make it in a few words. I loved her very much and for this reason I have told to you small things about it. Forgive me. I have decided to divide my memoirs with you as with the friend because I did not speak about it with anybody about current of long time. Forgive me, that my letter is sad, big and not interesting. Simply, when I start to speak about my mother, I cannot stop. But I promise to not write such letters more.
Tell to me more in detail about your relatives with whom you live, you live one?
Now I rent an apartment in Yoshkar-Ola. And I would like to tell to you about the apartment. There is one room, kitchen and bathing. I understand, that it - a small apartment, but I feel convenient in this apartment. And my apartment is near to my work. I need 20 minutes to reach shop in which I work. I frequently go to my work on foot when I am not late and when weather remarkable. Sometimes I reach up to shop by the bus. But I do not love it because buses are always full, and it is not convenient to stand there. Tell to me about your apartment, it is very interesting to me.
I want to ask you: the nationality has the person, important for you if you should worry about them? I have no such damage. The nationality is not important for me. I do not look at eyes, color of a leather. And I do not think, where the person has been given birth. I want to find the person with kind heart. I love kindness, and I hate anger. For me the most important in the man - honesty and kindness. Without it is not possible to create the world of harmony and love. Roughness destroys love. I am ready to give all my love to the man which as is ready to give me his love. I think it in any relations the main thing - mutual respect and mutual understanding. I think it so. Kindness. Honesty. Respect. I and my girlfriend Svetlana became girlfriends because we lived in nearby buildings and also have together gone to school.
I have no any pets. But I dream to have a dog. Only I cannot solve, what dog I want. I equally love the big and small dogs. Probably, my choice to stop on the big dog because I live one. I am afraid to remain at home one, because crimes in Russia at the highest level. But it will not be probable with the big dog so dangerously.
I should finish the letter.
Sincerely and with best regards Tatiana.
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