In this article, in continuation of the topic about women of my kind, I want to talk about my great-grandmother Anna. Close people called her Nyura. She was a simple village Russian woman. After marriage, she and my great-grandfather Ivan moved to Saratov. Her fate was quite difficult. Of her six children, only three daughters survived her, and she buried all her sons. The first boy, Nikolai, died around the age of 2. There was a famine, we bought flour at the market, but it turned out to be glue, the child died. The eldest son Boris died at the age of 52 from ear cancer, and the middle son, also Nikolai, at the age of 30, fell into a manhole and was found already dead. Three daughters Valentina (my grandmother), Svetlana and Alexandra survived their mother. Aunt Sveta died not long ago. I remember great-grandmother Nyura, we came to visit her. She was very simple, she always wore a headscarf, and she gave me money, hugged and kissed me. I didn’t really like it, now I feel embarrassed to remember it, but it was like that. In her youth, Anna sang Russian folk songs very well, and during the war and famine she sold bread at the market at a higher price to feed her family. Grandma says that Nyura’s mother is Marfa, that is, my great-great-grandmother was a healer and spoke water spells. Someone considered her a witch. I don’t know how true this is, but such conversations are going on. During psychotherapy I had a session in which the image of Martha appeared and it was important for her to convey her gift to me. It was not so long ago, and I realized that I came to psychology for a reason and such support from my family is very important to me. Martha For the last 8 years of her life, great-grandmother Anna was paralyzed, she had hallucinations, and she did not recognize everyone. She died at 89 years old, at the same age as her mother Martha. The blood of different nationalities flows in my veins. I have already talked about my great-grandmother Henrietta with Latvian and German roots and my Belarusian great-grandfather. Ahead is a story about my great-grandmother Mira, a purebred Jew. But the most difficult thing for me, who was born on Russian soil, is to talk about this line of my family. I couldn’t even listen to Russian folk songs until my daughter started singing in a school folk ensemble. My reaction was hysterical laughter, with which I repressed many difficult feelings. Studying the history of my family, I realized that there was a lot of pain and hanging in it, as if this was the only way to live and no other way. And looking at these ordinary people who outlived their children, who were subjected to dispossession not because they were rich, but simply because they were more hard-working than others and who then chose a life in poverty and fear is very difficult for me. But everyone makes that choice, which he is capable of and means he was the most faithful in that period of life for my ancestors. I would like to end the article with words of gratitude to great-grandmother Anna and this line of my family for the fact that, no matter what, life continues in their descendants and this life is much easier than they had. You can sign up for a consultation with me here. If the article was useful to you, click on the Thank you button and share it on social networks.