The story about a potato field and justice

80 years of the last century. Father solemnly left the family, having seized on
Memory garage with the car. And generously becoming qualify for
two-room "Khrushchev," which remained mother and three children. Not
was the claim, however, after this story broke
Soviet Women's Committee, and personally, Valentina Tereshkova, in which the mother
despair, wrote a letter from our town. But that's another story.
Father passed away in the fall, in the garage were all "spin" home-canned foods and
the potatoes in the cellar. All this he took his relatives in the village.
In those years, asking for financial assistance from the state was a shame. Mom
a very proud man. None of the relatives had no idea that we live ... not
very satisfying. Pope of alimony "ran" for several years. Lived salary
librarian, plus then my mother found second jobs.
It's preamble. Now the story itself. The winter we have experienced. According to spring
Library mom allocated land "on potatoes" in the country. What works
should sow! Seed potatoes cut into several parts shovel,
that was the "eye" on a piece - then enough for seeding. Mom planted and we
-Three daughter. Older than 10, and I, the youngest, as much as 5 years.
For a week administration. Then all summer - is going to Colorado potato beetle, the
spud ...
So come dig potatoes. And it is already someone dug up ... Never
I forget to like my mother wept in this field. I found on a roadside in
withered grass ragged robes, which were active thieves. From his pocket
one of the robes fell two gold rings: an engagement ring and a
red stone (ruby) in the pocket of the second coat was new
"Commanding" the clock ... Apparently, the thieves removed the jewelry, pocketed
their working clothes to avoid staining and forgotten in a hurry.
Since then, I sincerely believe that justice exists.

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