behind the slanted fence is my grandparent's garden.. due to the lack of clear property status and frequent looting it has never really been very well-kept.. but we always had fresh fruits, vegetables and other crops.. way more than we could process.

was a suffering to cultivate, then suffering to eat the abundant not always desired harvest

strawberries, cherries and apricots were amazingly sweet though.i still remember the taste

suffering for my grandpa to repair the constantly leaking metal pipes. i never really saw my grandparents happy about the garden, granny constantly complaining about the neighbors and the looters. but life in Russia is all about suffering, not the entertainment, so it was ok. for me the garden was also more of a duty rather than a joy.

there were some bright moments though, gatherings and dinners in the garden with relatives on public holidays or somebody's birthdays.. or just days when the sun shone bright and everything seemed to be alright. i used to pass by after classes to help my granny to carry crops home or something else. missing those days still and missing my grandparents deep in my heart too. so much more we could say to each other but didn't find time or guts or need..