28 сент. 2009 г.

Story about my grandmother

I'll never forget the first time I met my grandmother. She had been living in Russia, but decided to move to Estonia. She was working there as a tailer .
When she arrived I stood nervously pulling on my father's coat , half hiding behind him. She was so excited to meet me.
She was shorter than I had imagined and had a round face, short, greyish curly hair and friendly green eyes. Her rosy cheeks gave her face a childlike appearance, and when she smiled at me I couldn't resist giving her a big hug, ignoring her perfectly-ironed dress.
It wasn't long before I realised how generous and understanding she was. She always had something for everyone and was there to listen to us without intruding into our lives.
She used to came into our flat,and it was crowded with our relations. She always had a pocket. It looked like a pocket of money from the fairy tale. But there were presents for us. There were a lot of candy things inside. We liked them very much.
The meeting with my grandmother led to a close realionship which lasted until her death two years ago. She was a fantastic lady ang I shall always be grateful for the comfort, advice and suppot she gave me whenever I needed it.