Shadow Songs of Forgotten Ancestors (next month)

Early in the spring, when ice was cracking and breaking on the rivers, my ancestors used to offer a sacrifice to the spirit of the river – Vodyanoy. In frosty midnights of February, they were bringing him a black horse, decorated with colored ribbons; people coated its head with honey and then drowned the horse in the depths of the river… Another legend recounts that on the New Year’s Eve, Fate turns into a White Horse and wanders from place to place, looking through people’s windows and hearts.  

Shadow Songs of Forgotten Ancestors

A human being is like a tree. It’s not by chance that the symbol of a family tree reached present days through the thickness of centuries. Roots – ancestors, branches – children, flowers – grandchildren. Each of us carries information on their origins. 

I want to tell my future grandchildren the legends of my homeland. I want to sing them the lullabies that my grandmother used to sing, I will dress my granddaughter in embroidered costumes that my mother used to wear when she was a young lady. I will tell them why my grandfather was sentenced to death by Communists and about the nightmares of the Gulag that my father lived through.

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