I’m fifty years old. I’m four times a mother and three times grandmother. All my life I lived in the village, up to twenty years in my parents’ house, and then married a local boy. In my youth, my current man was a blue -eyed handsome man. All the girls of the village dried on it, and the man chose me. In the first year of marriage, I was littered with a firstborn, but when I was in the seventh month – in our family there was a rio. A man lost his arm and leg through Ava Rija.

When I found out about it, everything in the rick and in the slice, holding one hand for a huge stomach, ran to the incident, and there were already Likari, gave first aid and took the man to Likar. It was so difficult for me: on the one hand – toxicosis and lion in the abdomen, on the other hand – a man in a serious condition. It is a miracle that I did not lose the baby then. Likari reported that he would have to amnut the men. All relatives and friends argued in one voice that I would not have enough strength to live with Inva Lidom, to better escape from him, find a healthy man.

The man also advised to find another, but I not only stayed with him, but also gave him three children. Now they are all adults, living in different corners of the country. Only I and the man remained in a huge house. He has notes instead of his leg, and with one hand he helps me more than any other healthy person. Yes, I have wrinkles, yes, I waited a lot, I worked a lot and never allowed myself normal clothes or cosmetics, but the main thing was that there was a loved one nearby. In thirty years I have never regretted that I chose it. And now I will leave my lips, and we will go to visit friends together.