On the trail childhood

(in progress) Seldom, when there is one house on all life. But there is a house where you were born, there is a house where you have spent the childhood, and there is a house in which you live now. Also can eat still houses in which you will live still.
In this house I was born, and a vein of 19 years . Therefore, when I am going to go to mum, I speak: «I have gone home». Earlier when the daddy was live, coming here, I as if was dipped again into the childhood therefore as it is not enough that varied in apartment: the same old furniture on the places, the same carpet on a wall, hours, the TV. The daddy loved a constancy in everything, therefore without changing itself just as daily at dinner or a supper, he ate garlic, an interior of apartment it did not change.
Now much has changed, from appearance of apartment to other man in our house.
I descended to the grandmother, to mum of the father, my childhood also is connected with their house.
I have returned here to embody the rests of my childhood, the slice of memoirs on the father because I know that soon and it will leave irrevocably.

Part 1 - my house 

Part 2 - Grandma's House

Small heart

4 mm - 135 heart beats per minute

Episodes

Winter 2010

Rinko Kawauchi Photography

It very much is pleasant to me!

In the Magansky psychoneurological boarding school

Николай из психоневрологического интерната с исполнением русских песен

About children and adults who are always "children"

The Magansky psychoneurological boarding school is intended for constant residing of the seriously ill people, suffering by the chronic mental diseases, needing a permanent care, consumer services, sociolabor rehabilitation.
In 2005 the Magansky children's house-boarding school for mentally retarded children is reorientated in a psychoneurological boarding school for adults.

From myself I will add, there was I there once, but hope that else I will arrive. Besides has promised photos to bring him. I Want to print and bring. It is not enough once for вникания in an essence of a problem or has simply put. I went there with the priest who took them under guardianship, comes to christen newcomers of patients and serves the Liturgy of times in a month. The service passes in the allocated room for prayers, have established there an altar.

Communion

Girl looks out the window

Play

I as though was ready to see them, in me any clod of resistance and hardness simultaneously accrued. There was any mute pain, not daring to escape outside.

Whom to blame? There was no one to blame, and did not want to do. Thoughts raced one by one: "And if you were mother of one of such children?", "Someone for certain thinks: what for was to give birth to them on torments?"

But they the kindest and likely the most correct in this life. They are able to rejoice. And to love!


Addressing to the priest:
- The father, I wanted to ask you to pray for my mum.
- What is her name?
- Zynaida (names a patronymic)
- She live at you?
- She reception my mum, she is medical orderly here. We have made friends with her.

Everyday