There is a wide variety of tasks in the school curriculum. Children are often told to write an essay about their grandmother. It’s not surprising, because this person is dear, close, like a second mother. How to write an essay about your grandmother? In general, there are no special features. The most important thing is that the child expresses his thoughts from the heart, so that every word flows from the bottom of his heart.

It is not difficult to write an essay about a grandmother, because the feelings of a grandson or granddaughter are sincere, so it will not be difficult to express them.

What can you write in an essay about your grandmother?

A creative story can tell a lot of things. Most often, an essay about a grandmother includes:

• Stories about interesting situations that are connected with a loved one.
• Amazing travel experiences with my grandmother.
• Funny stories told by a close relative.
• Also in such essays, children talk about what feelings they have for their grandmother and how she treats them.

These are just some options for what you can write about your grandmother. In fact, every student can tell about everything that he wants to tell about a dear person.

How to properly plan an essay about your grandmother

To make it easier for a son or daughter to write, parents should offer their help. An essay about a grandmother should be presented according to a plan that will help convey thoughts in the correct order. The writing sequence could be as follows:

1. Introduction. This is the part that briefly describes the essence of the task.
2. Main part. At this point, each child can use his emotions and his own thoughts. It is in this part that the essay-reasoning about the grandmother gains momentum and carries the main idea.
3. Conclusion. The end of a story about a loved one can be short. For example, you can write that the child is proud of his grandmother and follows her example in many ways.

These elementary points of the story will help you write a full and detailed essay. It is this type of creative work that will help the child get the highest score for the assignment.

Essay about grandmother for little ones

Of course, elementary school children need to write a simple, small assignment. Even a short essay about a grandmother is quite acceptable for writing by first or second grade boys and girls. As an example, you can take the following options:

On weekends, my parents often take me to visit my grandmother Lyuda. I really love visiting her. There was never a time when I felt bored or had nothing to do there.

Grandma Luda always comes up with interesting tasks for me. Sometimes I help her clean out her clothes closet. While folding clothes, a whole carnival begins for me. Grandma lets me try on whatever I want. And I'm giving her a fashion show. It's a lot of fun to play with her. Grandma always supports me in all game ideas and takes part in them with pleasure.

I am very glad that I have such a grandmother. There's never a dull moment with her.

I often go to visit my grandmother Vika. I love visiting her.

Before my arrival, my grandmother prepares delicious pies that smell throughout the whole house. And she always invites me to make a cake with her. Mom usually doesn't allow me to interfere with cooking. Grandma Vika also allows me to inspect all the closets. Every time I find something interesting and unusual.

I adore my grandmother, she is the best in the world.

During the summer holidays I often have to be with my grandmother Lera. My parents send me to the dacha, and since my grandmother doesn’t work, she always goes there with me.

Grandma has a lot of interesting ideas and exciting games. It's never boring with her. Although my grandmother is not very young in age, she is active and nimble, you can even run a race with her. And in the mornings, she and I go to the lake and swim. In the evening we light a fire and tell each other interesting stories.

I love my grandmother very much. I'm glad I have it.

Such essays are quite suitable for elementary school children.

Essay about grandmother for middle school children

Students in the fifth, sixth or seventh grade may well be asked to write an essay about their grandmother. Of course, children of this age can already write more complex stories. For example, an essay about a grandmother for high school students could be as follows:

I have a grandmother, Clara. Both I and my younger cousins ​​love her very much. Relaxing and walking with grandma is difficult to compare with anything. She has stories and interesting facts from life for every occasion.

Most of all I love going to the forest with my grandmother. She has a great voice and always starts singing to the sounds of nature. My brothers and I know all her songs by heart. Therefore, while the fire is burning, we sing together with her.

I am grateful to fate that I have such a wonderful grandmother. It’s a lot of fun with her both on the hike and at home.

An essay about grandmother written according to plan will help the student receive a high grade for his work.

Many of us have grandmothers. They are very different: some are younger, some are older, some have a cheerful disposition, some are reserved and silent. But we all love our grandmothers very much.

My grandmother is the best! I love her because she is kind, affectionate, because she has golden hands, and most importantly, because she is just my grandmother. She always tries to understand me and support me in good endeavors. I tell her about everything that happens in my life. She never interrupts. And if I need advice, he will suggest an option that I hadn’t even thought about.

My grandmother loves to study. She tries to keep up with the times. Grandma reads scientific and educational magazines, watches films about our land, goes to the library, and sometimes learns English with me. Grandmother tells me that a person is young as long as he has the desire to learn.

My grandmother loves to feed me delicious borscht. When lunch time approaches, I always look out for that saucepan in which my grandmother cooks borscht. It's always full. And when does my grandmother have time to cook delicious soup? It seemed like she had been knitting and cleaning the house all morning. Granny probably cooks delicious borscht at night when I’m sleeping...

Dear grandma! I wish you good health, I am so glad that I have you. You know how to support me, you know how to create an atmosphere of warmth and comfort in the house.

Essay on the topic My grandmother

My grandmother's name is Anna. She is very good and kind. I always call her grandma because she deserves that word. Grandma always played with me, bought me a lot of goodies, taught me how to bake pies. She always read me different fairy tales at night, and sometimes she even fell asleep next to me. The two of us spend a lot of time together, walking and playing. Sometimes during the holidays we organize various competitions, everyone was surprised at how it worked out for us. Then, over time, it became difficult for grandma to do all this. And I began to support her as best I could. I entertained her and, seeing how she smiled at me, it felt so good that I couldn’t even express it in words. I love my grandma very much and am proud of her.

My granny essay for grades 2, 3

I have a grandma. She usually lives in the village. But sometimes he comes to stay with us for a couple of weeks. Her name is Tamara. She is a brown-eyed and kind grandmother. I enjoy spending time with her. I love her so much. She is a good, friendly person. Granny will always help in times of trouble and sorrow. I owe her a lot: for kindness, affection, courage and strength. She, like her mother, is a very kind person.

Essay My grandmother (description of appearance) 5th, 6th, 7th grade

Everyone calls my grandmother Dusya, but in fact her name is Evdokia Ivanovna. She lives near the railway. My grandmother worked on the railroad all her life and knows how to drive a train. And my grandmother also has her own trolley, it’s a cart with wheels like a train. My parents and my grandmother and I used this cart to go into the forest.

I don't remember my grandfather. Mom said that grandfather was big and strong. Grandma is also very strong. She can lift a huge railroad hammer. When grandma has a lot of guests she performs a magic trick. He lifts this huge hammer with one hand and hammers a special nail into the sleeper the first time. Grandma never misses.

Grandmother has a small house near the forest. She loves to go for mushrooms and berries. She also fries delicious pies. And with apples, and with mushrooms, and also with different berries. My favorite is the pies with cabbage and mushrooms. My grandmother has the most delicious pies in the world!

Grandma loves flowers very much. When we visit my grandmother, she teaches me how to care for flowers and water them. Grandma's flowers grow very beautiful. There are always a lot of bees on the flowers. Grandma says that these are domestic bees and they don’t bite. There is an apiary not far from my grandmother's house. Bees live there and make honey. The grandmother is friends with the beekeeper's wife. Grandmother is treated to honey from domestic bees. Everyone likes this honey, it is very healthy and tasty.

Grandma also has a lot of chickens and several roosters. One rooster crows very loudly early in the morning. Grandma says that the rooster wakes everyone up on purpose, even during the holidays. Chickens need to be fed millet. Chickens are also given special vitamins. That's why hens produce good eggs. Grandma adds these eggs to the dough for pies, so it turns out very tasty.

In my grandmother’s yard there is a small dog house. But there is no dog. Grandmother said that the dog was grandfather's. And she doesn’t want to get a dog without her grandfather.

It’s a shame that we only visit grandma during the holidays. We asked our grandmother to move in with us, but she couldn’t leave the chickens and flowers.

I love my grandmother very much. I miss her and want to see her soon.

Grandmother's description

Zinaida Pavlovna stood silently at the window and stroked through the slightly open window the old ginger cat, who was basking in the gentle, last this year, autumn sun.

This woman, despite her far from young age, looked beautiful. Brownish freckles huddled on her dark and rough skin, and her wrinkles looked like kitten whiskers. When she smiled, her eyes were practically hidden among the wrinkles, but they still sparkled. Everyone saw the radiance and sparkle of her eyes. But her eyes were green-yellow, beautiful and bright, like ripe gooseberries, and also large and kind.

Her hands were “tired”: these hands were not smeared with aromatic creams every day, but it was with these hands that the most delicious cabbage and mushroom pies in the world were prepared. The skin on her hands was slightly cracked and rough from work. After all, Zinaida Pavlovna was never afraid of hard work in the house, in the field or in the garden, and she is not afraid now, although she probably should have.

This woman is very petite, short and thin. If it were not for her age-related stoop, from the back she could be mistaken for a girl. But this fragile woman gave birth to and raised 3 children and raised 5 grandchildren. The sixth is waiting and will definitely wait. And how fervently she laughs! Anyone will be jealous.

A lilac scarf with small flowers and a fringe hides her short, ashy hair, which was once jet black and curly. I love watching her take off her headscarf, turn on the radio on the wall, and comb her sleek hair with a large wooden comb in front of the mirror. At such moments it is as if she becomes young again. She still has to live and live. How else?

Zinaida Pavlovna turns to me and speaks in her quiet and incredibly kind and calm voice. He talks about the good weather today, that the cat is probably sick, and that the pies in the oven have been cooling for a long time. And I sincerely smile and hug her tightly. Because this sweet woman is the best and most beautiful in the whole world. Zinaida Pavlova is my beloved grandmother.

Essay is an effective means of education and self-education. It provides opportunities for a philosophical (wise) attitude towards oneself, towards others, towards all life and current events. Teaches children to comprehend and evaluate what they see, hear, and experience. A person becomes mentally more receptive and highly moral.

Writing an essay about grandmothers is not an easy task. Students of class 1 “B” of MBOU - Lyceum No. 173 successfully completed it. At the holiday “Grandmother, dear, I need you so much!”, held on March 6, 2013, the grandchildren moved all the grandmothers and great-grandmothers present to tears.We offer you to read excerpts from these works.

Teacher: Nemolochnova Tatyana Vladimirovna.

I have two favorite grandmothers. One is called Nina, and the other is Olya.

My grandmother Olya works as a doctor in a maternity hospital. Grandma Nina is an engineer. She makes programs that are used in production.

I visit Grandma Nina often. I spend my holidays there. She has a favorite pastime. She knits very beautifully.

In winter, I like to go to Ice Town with my grandmother Nina. Win prizes for her during the holidays. We also go to the skating rink with her. Grandma watches me skate. I love it when she watches me snowboard and snowmobile. I love going with her to the Magnit store and helping her with her shopping. I especially like it when she buys me either toys or chocolates.

In the summer, my grandmother and I relax at the dacha. We plant vegetables. We grow fruits. I love watering everything with it. We also take a steam bath. We swim in the pool. There is a house of my great-grandfathers there. Grandma loves to decorate and renovate it.

I come to Grandma Olya in the summer. With her we love to go on trains to the sea. Swim and sunbathe in the sun.

My grandmothers are better cooks than my mother. They cook for me only what I ask. Grandmothers allow you to do everything and never scold you.

When grandma Nina is too busy, I clean the hall. I listen to her when she tells me something. I want her not to work too hard. I come to her when I can.

I often talk to Baba Olya on Skype. I'm interested in her health.

I love my grandmothers.

On New Year's Eve, in the evening, I gave Grandma Nina a warm, beautiful scarf. There were flowers on it.

When I grow up, I will buy telephones and new apartments for my grandmothers. If they ask for something, I will give it to them.

I wish my grandmothers to live long and never get sick. May you never be sad. They were always joyful. So that everything works out for them at work.

Saveliy Shashkov

My grandmother's name is Grandma Olya. She is already retired, but still works as an accountant in the prosecutor's office.

I often visit my grandmother. I like to walk with her and do cleaning. I like to play checkers and chess with her.

Grandma loves me very much. She said that when my mother was little, she drew well and got straight A’s at school.

I take care of my grandmother. I wash dishes and floors. I'm cleaning the house. I carry heavy bags.

I love my grandmother for the treats and for all the good things she does for me.

My mother and I give my grandmother flowers for the holidays. I also give her various crafts.

When I grow up and start earning money, I will give my grandmother a trip to the sea, and also a steamer.

Grandma, I love you very much!

I wish you good health, not to be nervous at work and a joyful mood.

Matvey Usoltsev

My grandmother's name is Lyusya. It's not working now. Looks after the cucumbers.

I like to walk with my grandmother, ride in a car, and play cards.

Grandma allows everything. I love her for the badges. Because she buys me everything. I help her with berries and bugs. I give her glasses.

When I work, I will give her everything.

I wish my grandmother health and strength.

Stanislav Bezmaterov

I have two grandmothers: grandmother Tanya and grandmother Alla.

My grandmothers are already retired, but they still work. Grandmother Alla is a cook. Grandma Tanya is a warehouse controller.

Grandma Tanya recently moved to be closer to us. Every summer we go to the sea with her.

I often go to visit my grandmothers: to stay for a weekend or to congratulate them on the holiday. At Grandma Alla’s I like to bake pies, pies and make dumplings. I like to talk and consult with Grandma Tanya. I tell her my secrets. Grandmothers are kind, they allow me to do everything, but my parents do not do everything.

I love grandmothers because they are kind and love to spoil me.

Grandma Tanya told me that when my mother was little, she studied well and did her homework herself. Mom wanted to be a trainer because she loved animals.

Grandma Alla said that my dad was hardworking. All his subjects were A's. He was always purposeful.

I help my grandmothers: I take care of my sister, throw out the trash, carry heavy bags. I take care of grandmothers and worry about them. When they are sick or sad, I entertain them. I give my love to grandmothers. And when I earn money, I will give them flowers and medicine.

I wish the grandmothers health, happiness and that they live a long, long time!

Ivan Maksimov

I have two grandmothers: Lyudmila Andreevna and Galina Ivanovna. Grandmothers live with grandfathers.

Grandmother Lyuda worked at the plant as chief economist. Now she is sitting at home. He takes care of his grandchildren and his dacha.

Grandmother Galya works as a chief specialist in a large company. We go to visit her every weekend.

I spend almost the entire summer at Grandma Lyuda’s dacha.

We go to our grandmothers for all holidays and their birthdays. I love visiting my grandmothers. We walk together, play, read books, bake pies, take care of flowers, swing on a swing. I really like listening to grandmothers' stories.

When I come to visit Grandma Lyuda in the summer, we go hiking. I help her collect Colorado beetles and berries. We go to the river together and take a steam bath.

Baba Galya tells me about my mother’s childhood. It turns out that mom was like a boy. Climbed fences. Once I fell from the fence into the nettles. When my mother was a pioneer, she studied in a class that was a drum corps.

Baba Luda tells me about her childhood and her father’s childhood.

My grandmothers are sweet, kind, affectionate, beloved. They help my parents out by tutoring me and picking me up from school. My parents love their mothers very much. They give them flowers and various useful things.

I also prepare gifts for them myself for all the holidays. These are clay figures, drawings, poems and songs. My gifts seem the most expensive to them.

When I grow up, I will take care of my grandmothers. I will help with money and medicine. I will buy food for them. I will give them love and affection.

I want my grandmothers to live for a long, long time. So that you don’t get sick and enjoy life.

I love my grandmothers very much.

Angelika Myltseva

I have two grandmothers. One is called Larisa, and the other is Tatyana.

Grandmother Tatyana worked as a psychologist. Grandmother Larisa is a teacher at school. Now they are retired.

Grandmother Larisa plays the piano and works in the garden. He grows delicious berries with his grandfather.

Grandma Tatyana is looking for something on the computer. At the dacha she grows small tomatoes for me.

I often visit my grandmother Tanya. Grandma Larisa’s doesn’t happen so often. Because she lives far from my house. But I try to come to her as often as possible.

Grandmothers love to feed me. They feed a lot and it is tasty.

Grandma Tanya is my dad's mother. She told me that my dad was very inquisitive at school.

Grandma Larisa is my mother's mother. She often recalls how she and her mother lived in the country in the summer.

I help both grandmothers in their gardens. On holidays, especially at the dacha, I help them set the table. Sometimes I wash dishes and sweep the floor.

I always ask how my grandmothers are feeling. I call them and ask how they are doing.

I love grandmothers because they cook deliciously. And because they are my grandmothers.

When the holidays come, my parents give my grandmothers various gifts and flowers. I give grandmothers my crafts and drawings.

When I grow up and start earning money, I will give my grandmothers tickets for massages. I will buy them pills, new apartments and some interesting books.

I wish my grandmothers goodness, happiness, health, pleasure, and that everything goes well for them!

Alexander Sadykov

My grandmother's name is Lydia. She works as an accountant.

I visit my grandmother on weekends. I play puzzles, cards and various logic games on the computer with her. I help my grandmother and take care of her.

I love my grandmother because she buys me everything. Gives gifts and loves me.

My parents give my grandmother flowers and sweets for the holidays. I give my grandmother my love and affection.

When I grow up, I will give my grandmother an apartment and a new car.

Grandma, I wish you love, health, affection, success and joy.

Anya Podolnikova

I have one grandmother. I love her so much. Her name is Lyudmila Ivanovna.

She and her grandfather specially moved from another city to help mom, dad and me.

Now my grandmother no longer works. She spends a lot of time with me and grandpa. Previously, my grandmother worked as a metallurgical engineer at a factory.

My grandmother is smart, beautiful, kind, caring, friendly, affectionate, talented. She helps me with everything, picks me up from school, feeds me. Buys me gifts.

I like to study with my grandmother, play board games, and cook something delicious. I also like to read books with her.

I help my grandmother clean and cook.

In the summer I live with my grandparents in the garden. I water the plants there.

We celebrate all holidays together as a family: grandparents, mom, dad and me. I like to congratulate my grandmother on the holidays and give her my gifts.

When I grow up, I will buy my grandmother clothes, food, things and everything she wants.

I wish my grandmother to be healthy and never die. So that she can be as kind and loved. So that he and grandpa would always be with me and never get upset.

Grandma, I love you very much, I really adore you!

You are the best grandmother in the world!

Dima Fedyakin

My grandmother's name is Elena Ivanovna. She lives with us.

In her youth, my grandmother worked as a baker at a bakery. Then, for 25 years, he became a caretaker in a kindergarten. Now she works as a castellan in the same kindergarten where my mother went.

I like to play checkers with my grandmother, make dumplings, and go for walks. I like talking to her about something kind, beautiful, funny. In the summer I like to work with her in the garden.

My mother treats me more strictly than my grandmother. Requires me not to be lazy. And my grandmother allows me to have fun.

My grandmother told me about my mother's childhood. When she sent her to kindergarten, her mother cried, and her grandmother stood outside the door and also cried. But this time flew by quickly. Mom went to school and grandmother was just happy.

I help my grandmother wash the floors, dishes, wipe the dust, and peel the vegetables. Sometimes I make fruit salad for her. I try very hard to do everything she asks me to do.

This is how I take care of my grandmother: I try not to let her worry. I rested as much as possible. I teach my little brothers and sister to obey their grandmother. The grandmother is very happy with her obedient grandchildren.

I love my grandmother because she gave birth to my mother, and my mother gave birth to me. Also because she puts her soul and love into us.

Dad gives grandma the most pleasant-smelling perfumes and flowers for the holidays. I give my grandmother beautiful drawings and crafts.

When I start working and getting paid, I will give my grandmother a cozy apartment.

Grandma, I want to wish you with all my heart - never get sick.

May you always be loved and respected. May you live two hundred years.

Your granddaughter Evdokia Molokova

My grandmother's name is Margarita Vasilievna. In her youth, she worked as a welder. Then in kindergarten I became a cook.

Now grandma is resting. But she rests for the benefit of people. He knits socks for us. Helps to communicate with kids. Cooks delicious potatoes. Grandma goes to church and reads books. She has an African snail, Ahiya, at home, which she loves to watch.

I don't visit my grandmother often. But I’m coming for a few days at once.

My grandmother took me down the slide. Showed a frozen pond. I rolled her by the rope on the ice.

I like to communicate with my grandmother on useful topics. For example, what was her childhood like? I find it very interesting to listen to my grandmother. I like to knit with her, walk, watch cartoons.

My grandmother is strict. Doesn't allow me to talk loudly, run around the apartment and make noise.

She raised my dad the same way. And he grew up smart and kind.

I help my grandmother wash the dishes and wipe the dust. I try to upset her as little as possible. When she comes to visit us, I prepare a gift for her.

I try not to argue with my grandmother and obey her in everything.

I love my grandmother for being a good dad, for her kindness and severity, for her ability to knit beautifully.

My parents always give my grandmother different gifts. And I give her my beautiful drawings and crafts.

When I start working and receiving a salary, I will give my grandmother an apartment near us so that she doesn’t get bored.

Grandmother, I wish you with all my heart to be healthy and to live a long, long time - up to 200 years!

Your granddaughter Evdokia Molokova

My first grandmother's name is Grandma Lyuda. And the second is Grandma Zoya. I also have a great-grandmother Nina.

My grandmothers live far from me, but close to each other.

Grandmother Lyuda worked as a teacher. Now she is retired. In her free time she knits beautiful things. I knitted socks for my youngest grandchildren, one pair at a time.

Grandma Luda and I love to do homework and play dominoes. She lets me play on the computer a lot and doesn’t raise her voice. In the summer I helped her in the garden. I collected medicinal herbs and cleared the weeds from the garden bed. He and his grandfather have a very large garden.

I love my grandmother for her understanding, for her kindness, for her commitment and for her honesty. I gave her a stone with a material that looks like gold.

When I grow up and receive a salary, I will give her any gifts she wants.

Grandma Zoya works at a poultry farm. There they make various products from chicken meat. I like to communicate with my grandmother and ask questions that interest me. Grandma Zoya is very affectionate. When she comes home from work, she always kisses me.

In the summer I help my grandmother herd lambs. For this she gives me goat's milk. There are a lot of bees in this field.

I love my grandmother because she is good to me. She doesn't need gifts, she only needs me.

I dream of making a big renovation for my grandmother. So that she can have a large farm with various animals.

Great-grandmother Nina worked on a collective farm all her life. She gave birth to 6 children. She was awarded the Order of Mother Heroine. Great-grandmother is calm and not grumpy. She happily receives guests.

Previously, we visited our grandmothers once a year. But now we live closer to them and come more often. I try not to offend grandmothers, but to respect them.

I wish my grandmothers that everything will be fine with them. To live happily ever after. So that they always have something to do. So that grandmothers always take care of the housework.

Fadey Notchenko

My grandmother's name is Tatyana Petrovna. This is my mother's mother.

I visit my grandmother very often. She does homework with me and plays. Sometimes I go to work at the institute with her. I do my homework there. I also work out in the gym: I play ball, do cartwheels. Sometimes I roller skate. When I go to work with my grandmother, I draw and drink tea.

My grandmother and I often go for a walk in the forest. There we ride a snow scooter and ice skate. In the summer we go for a walk to the playground.

Grandma has a friend with dogs Jay and Isha. Sometimes we all go for a walk together.

I help my grandmother around the house. I really enjoy taking apart the meat grinder.

I take care of my grandmother. I try to help so that she doesn’t get sick.

I love my grandmother because she plays with me and takes me everywhere with me.

For her birthday, we gave my grandmother flowers and thermal underwear so that she would not freeze when she walked with me. And I learned a poem for her.

When I grow up and get a good salary, I will give flowers to my grandmother. I will buy delicious products and make various gifts.

I wish my grandmother health and happiness.

So that everything always works out for her. May she live long.

Arina Dronova

My grandmother is now retired and takes care of household chores. Every holiday we go to visit our grandmother. I love my grandmother for her kindness, love, care and affection.

My grandmother makes very tasty pies, pancakes and broth. I love baking bagels with her.

She allows my friends to come visit us and me to visit them for a long time.

When I receive my salary, I will buy my grandmother a lot of interesting things. For example, a new saucepan that cooks itself. I will cook her food in this saucepan.

Previously, my grandmother and I lived together, but now we live separately. I really miss her. When my grandmother picked me up from kindergarten, she often bought me candy or something else tasty.

My grandmother is beautiful and loves me very much.

I wish my grandmother happiness, love, care, many new friends.

I love my grandmother and I promise to take care of her.

Veronica Kravtsova

My grandmothers' names are Nina and Natasha. I also have great-grandmothers - Valya and Klava.

Grandma Natasha works, but grandma Nina doesn’t work - she’s retired. I try to visit my grandmothers often and visit them.

I like to play with them and walk in the park. They treat me very well. They pamper me. They buy me sweets.

When I come to visit Baba Natasha, I help her cut the salad and set the table.

My grandmother Natasha is good, smart, affectionate, kind, beautiful. We went with her to the New Year's performance at the Governor's residence. There were gifts, a performance, a round dance. I liked everything.

Baba Nina has a large box in which there are a lot of beads and various decorations. My little sister and I like to sort through them.

Baba Valya (great-grandmother) is good, cheerful, friendly, joyful. She helps us. Comes to visit. When my mother needs to go away on business, Baba Valya sits with me and my younger sister.

My second great-grandmother, Baba Klava, is 83 years old. We talk to her every day on the phone. She always asks how my day was, how I'm doing at school. Baba Klava is very happy about my voice.

I love my grandmothers because they take care of me and are happy with my grades.

My parents give my grandmothers good gifts.

When I grow up and start working, I will give my grandmothers a new apartment and a Bentley. I will give them money.

I love my grandmothers!

I would like to wish all my grandmothers and great-grandmothers to live long (at least 130 years).

Happiness, health, success. Do not be sick!

See another meteorite fly by.

Have a good life!

Egor Adigamov

My grandmothers' names are Baba Lena and Baba Natasha.

Baba Lena works as an accountant. Baba Natasha is a personnel officer.

I visit my grandmothers often.

I like to play hide and seek with Grandma Lena.

I like to cook with my grandmother Natasha.

My grandmothers told me that my mother and father studied well at school.

I take care of grandmothers and help them. I water the flowers in the garden. I help you get treatment.

I love grandmothers for loving me.

My parents give sweets to my grandmothers. I make them cards.

When I grow up, I will give them flowers.

I wish grandmothers health and honesty.

Nina Shpilevaya

I have 2 grandmothers. Their names are Baba Anya and Baba Galya.

Grandma Anya is very old, she is 82 years old. I often visit Grandma Anya.

I visit Grandma Galya much less often. Grandma Galya babysits my cousin, who is not yet 2 years old.

I help Grandma Anya go to the pharmacy for medicines and to the grocery store. I really like visiting her. Grandma Anya treats me exactly the same as my mother. She loves me very much too.

Grandmother Galya expresses her feelings more restrainedly.

Grandma Anya told me that my mother only studied at 4 and 5 at school. My mother also went to a music school. I learned to play the piano.

Grandma Galya said that when dad was in school, he went to the pool and to hockey games.

If she asks me, I’ll bring a glass of water to Grandma Anya. I help her figure out her cell phone.

I help Grandma Gala communicate with my younger cousin.

Once, when Grandma Anya fell asleep in front of the TV, so that she wouldn’t be cold, I brought a blanket and covered her. I love Grandma Anya because she takes care of me. He constantly treats me to treats and gives me various gifts.

I love Grandma Galya because she takes care of me and gives me various gifts.

Parents give both grandmothers flowers for the holidays. For the holidays, I give grandmothers cards and various handmade crafts.

When I grow up, I’ll give grandma Anya a car, and grandma Gala money.

I want to wish Grandma Anya longevity, health, and that she remains as kind and beautiful.

I want to wish Grandma Gala happiness, health, and that she remains the same as she is now.

Alena Paramonova

My grandmothers' names are Olga Alexandrovna and Larisa Ivanovna.

Grandma Olya is my dad’s mother. She loves to grow different vegetables and berries in her garden. They make compote and jam from them. I especially love strawberry and sea buckthorn jam. Grandma also loves her little cat Masyanya. Grandma rarely comes to see us. I also rarely get the chance to visit her.

Grandma Larisa is my mother’s mother. She sings in two choirs. How is everything going well?

When I was born, my parents planted a small apple tree in my grandmother’s garden. It has already grown big and is bearing fruit.

I love my grandmothers. They are good. They pamper me. They serve delicious pies. They buy gifts for birthdays and holidays, and sometimes just because. My grandmothers also knit mittens, socks, hats and blouses from wool.

I draw pictures for them. I also give away handmade crafts from paper, plasticine, plaster and clay. I love communicating with my grandmothers. But they live so far away that I have to talk to them via the Internet or by phone. I try not to upset them.

Grandmothers always come to my birthday. They give books and beautiful dresses. I learn a new song or poem especially for them.

Grandmothers love to talk about the time when they themselves were young and how they studied at school. Also, how similar I am to each of them. They talk about my parents, how they studied in the first grade.

When I grow up, I will definitely help my grandmothers.

I want my grandmothers to be healthy, happy and live long, long lives.

Anastasia Urintseva

My grandmothers' names are: Olga Nikolaevna and Svetlana Pavlovna. And my great-grandmother is Taisiya Akimovna.

They don't work now. But they don’t sit idly by. Each one is doing something useful.

Grandma Olya gardens in the summer. When winter comes, she happily knits warm and elegant things for all of us.

Sveta’s grandmother also takes care of her garden plot. Grows vegetables and some fruits. We love to visit her in the summer and help her with the housework.

I try to help my grandmothers with the housework in every way I can.

Grandmothers love me very much and spoil me. Allows you to be a little lazy. They tell me that my dad and mom were diligent children. They were listened to and helped in everything. We studied well. We pleased them with our grades.

I try not to upset my grannies and make their lives a little easier.

I love them for their care and attention.

My parents try to give my beloved grandmothers various household devices that make housework easier. I give my grandmothers flowers and my drawings.

When I grow up and receive my salary, I will help grandmothers to make their dreams come true.

I wish my beloved grandmothers good health. More happiness and long life.

Vladislav Bevz

My grandmother Tanya used to work at a telephone exchange. It's not working now. Helps grandfather prepare pancakes and pancakes. He's still making soup.

I visit my grandmother once a week. She comes to our house very often. Almost every day.

I like to play X-Box with my grandmother, do my homework a little, and read about the Sandbox Man. I like visiting with my grandmother, especially visiting a friend.

My grandmother is kind, generous, rich. She is stricter than her mother.

Grandmother differs from mother in work. She cleans the cage of the canary Krosha. Collects Lego with me.

My grandmother told me that my mother studied well at school.

I help my grandmother vacuum. I take care of her. I take her blood pressure. I remind you when she forgets something.

I love my grandmother because she allows me to play a lot.

On holidays we give her gifts. Mom gave grandma a certificate for a massage.

I give my grandmother good behavior and flowers.

When I grow up, I will give my grandmother money. I will take her to Egypt, England, Australia, Thailand, China and Paris.

I wish my grandmother to live long. So that she has a cheerful mood and good health. So that she will always be wise, happy and talented. So that she has a nice apartment.

Kostya Nezhdanov

To my grandchildren

A terrible desire

As a child, I slept in the same room with my grandmother. Grandma used to scream at night, and I was told to wake her up so that she wouldn’t get sick with her heart. One day she began to cry so thinly, and I began to bother her and ask:

Why are you screaming?

Aunt came.

So what about auntie? Why are you crying?

She came and wants to sing.

I achieved nothing more. Maybe Auntie is not good and she shouldn’t be allowed to sing, or maybe she sings out of tune.

Composer's daughter

My grandmother herself had excellent hearing, and she considered herself to come from a musical family. Her father, in her words, the “famous composer” Gideon Fidman, wrote a march in honor of the tsar, for which he was awarded a safe conduct from the emperor, which could have saved (but did not save) from pogroms.

Do you go to music stores? - my grandmother demandedly asked the music teachers who came to our house to teach the children to play the piano.

Yes, of course,” the teachers answered with bewilderment.

Have you ever come across the sheet music of Gideon Fidman?

No. And who is it?

What, you don’t know Gideon Fidman? This is a famous composer. It was he who wrote padespan. Do you know? – And she hummed a well-known tune: “Padespanets is a nice dance, it’s very easy to dance.”

Are you saying that this is Gideon's music... uh...

Well, yes, Gideon Fidman... - and, modestly looking down, she added: - This is my father.

Deadly rivalry

Grandmother took after her father in modesty. He was so shy that he did not know how to defend his rights. For example, in Odessa two composers competed - Fidman and Chernetsky. Chernetsky wrote all the marches and was very successful, because these marches were immediately performed by all military bands. But his musical gift began to dry up, and then he committed - Vitenka, what is this word? - yes, plagiarism. He wanted to be considered the author of the march, which was written by Gideon Fidman. He went crazy and ended his days in a mental hospital. In the ward, he cut his wrists and wrote the notes of that very march on the wall with blood. Nothing could be done. It was written in blood, and you can’t argue with that, although the author was Fidman. This music is often played. Grandmother sat down at the piano (she played by ear) and performed a well-known melody with bravura. In my opinion, I can’t remember exactly, it was “Farewell of a Slav”.

I, of course, was proud of my great-great-grandfather and subsequently often told this story to guests or at a party. Once, when I was once again singing “Farewell of the Slavic Woman,” I noticed that the handsome Zhenya Arenzon, sitting at the table opposite me, was filled with blood.

Did I sing out of tune? – I got worried.

The fact is,” Arenzon said indignantly, “that my great-grandfather, the composer Chernetsky, never went crazy and certainly never stole tunes.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” I answered coldly.

We met more than once later, but never mentioned our great-grandfathers again. (And I mentioned my other relative much more successfully when talking with the artist, who turned out to be in the same degree of kinship with the lawyer Gruzenberg, who defended Mendel Beilis, as I am with the hero of this trial).

Odessa relatives

I never learned anything about the aunt who came to sing at night to scare my grandmother, because during the day my grandmother no longer remembered what she was crying about in her sleep. Was it really one of her many aunts, or did her grandmother call some Odessa lady that she remembered as a child? Odessa, in my opinion, was literally flooded with my grandmother’s, and therefore my, relatives. I later met some relatives - Aunt Fanya, Aunt Bluma, Uncle Mosey. But I never found out about them, to whom, in fact, they are aunts and uncles.

“We were fourteen (or sixteen?) souls of children,” my grandmother said, and the doubt about the number of souls lived precisely in her, not my memory. – How many more died during childbirth.

She bent her fingers, counting something, and moved her lips, from which I sometimes read some Jewish names. She never remembered her mother, but I saw an old photograph depicting my mother at the age of two on a stool, and next to her the famous composer with a curled mustache and his wife in a long, heavy dress. I asked my mother about my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, but she, too, was inclined to remember Gideon Fidman, and all she knew about his wife was that she was lazy and indifferent. And what, I ask, could there be a woman who continuously gave birth all her life - after all, she bore sixteen souls (stillborns do not count)?! The composer must have made good money from his marches and padespanas if he could support this whole horde of emphatically noisy souls.

Lviv. All photos - Galina Zelenina

Tall, slender, blue-eyed

However, my grandmother contributed to the family budget from an early age.

Having learned to play fashionable dances on the piano, my grandmother began to earn extra money as a tapper at parties, and it so happened that she even played in the houses of members of the State Duma. And one day a handsome cornet took her home in a cab. I didn’t know what a cornet was, but what kind of handsome men there were, I guessed from my grandmother’s coined formulation: “Tall - slender - blue-eyed.” These three words, which made up the formula for male beauty, the grandmother recited with great enthusiasm, like poetry. I, in essence, have become such a handsome man over the years: tall - slender (hmm, hmm) - blue-eyed. I, however, was born immediately beautiful - with blond curls on my head (other children are most often born bald). Even Madame Vinokur (I don’t remember her), who was usually very demanding and picky, was forced to admit:

Is this a boy? It's Apollo!

About confidence of speech

Madame Vinokur, a neighbor in the Odessa apartment, often appeared in grandmothers' stories. The neighbors must have often competed, and Madame Vinokur alone won over the shy Madame Weisberg (my grandmother) with her skillfully delivered winning intonation. For some reason, in Odessa, everyone called their grandmother not Evgenia Gedeonovna, but Madame Weisberg, and she herself called her Odessa acquaintances by their last name and madams. At the same time, men were most often mentioned by name and without any “monsieur”. In Lvov, where I spent my childhood, my grandmother was called “Mrs. Vaisbergova,” and she responded by saying “Ms. Stefa” or “Ms. Yana.” In the same way, however, we all called the indigenous inhabitants of Lvov - Ukrainians and Poles: “Pan Bronislav”, “Pan Stefan” (this is if they are young and well known, and for older people and those we saw for the first time - by their last name: “Pan Nedbailo”, “Pani Kropyvnytska"). So, Madame Vinokur, apparently, defeated her grandmother in verbal duels, even when it came to cooking, where her grandmother was always a recognized master. If the competition did not take place at the table, when guests could compare the fruits of the labors of two competing housewives, but, for example, when asking: “Madame Vinokur, Madame Weisberg, what do you have for lunch today?” - Grandma answered bashfully:

Fish soup, stew, compote.

For the first course - bouillabaisse, for the second - veal in sweet and sour sauce with wine and prunes, for dessert - fruit in lemon syrup.

Madame Vinokur even pronounced the words “boiled potatoes” as if it were an exquisite French dish, and yet the menu she recited corresponded to an ordinary (and not very tasty) fish soup, goulash with a disgusting over-sweetened gravy and the same dried fruit compote.

You understand, Vitenka, how important it is to speak confidently and value yourself as you deserve,” my grandmother summed up Madame Vinokur’s lesson.

I remembered the lesson, but, alas, did not master it: genes are still stronger than science. But all the same - thank you, Madame Vinokur, thank you, grandmother.

As for cooking, my grandmother had no equal among her contemporaries. In my opinion, she was surpassed not even by my mother, but by my sister, who, however, with the shyness characteristic of my grandmother, claims that all her skill comes from her memory not so much of recipes, but of the way my grandmother’s hands moved in the kitchen when making something. or other dish. It is necessary, she says, only to reproduce these movements.

About food

True, in my childhood I was not always able to appreciate my grandmother’s dishes. So, I absolutely couldn’t stand roast duck, which became almost more famous among our friends than Peking duck. Grandmother, knowing my dislike for this bird, still could not resist delighting her family with her delicacy from time to time.

As always, I was well aware of what should be for lunch today, and was ready to move on to dessert immediately after soup, and this suited me quite well, as did my parents.

Grandmother, of course, also guessed that I would refuse the duck and that it was not even worth offering it to me. But it was still difficult for her to come to terms with the fact that such a delicious meal prepared by Madame Weisberg would not even be tasted by her beloved grandson.

With a completely innocent look, she took out the most appetizing piece from the cauldron and, bringing it right to my nose, humbly asked:

Vitenka, do you want such a chicken?

Such The question could certainly only be asked once. Grandma was a fiasco - in my indignation I almost knocked the meat out of her hands. But the duck in the house on Zhovtneva Street in Lviv was forever renamed "such a chicken".

How many people in this world can boast that they not only gave something a name, but renamed something that has a very stable name?

Even now, when visiting a Chinese restaurant, it is only at the very last moment that I refrain from naming the duck when ordering. such a chicken.

About feeling
(Mit hartz un gefil)

I know that my grandmother attached great importance to feeling, at least in two things - in food and in music. For example, she asked me to play Kozlovsky’s record, and no matter what he sang, she burst into tears and said:

My God, with what feeling he sings.

With which? – I tried to clarify.

Oh, mommy, you can hear it yourself! - the grandmother waved her off.

She claimed that I, having learned to play Tchaikovsky’s “Sentimental Waltz,” performed it with great feeling. Meanwhile, I confirmed this piece for mercantile reasons: my parents believed that I could not master this waltz, which even professional musicians play as an encore at a concert, but I proposed a bet, winning which I would become the owner of a “Victory” watch - my old dream. I loved music very much, but it was precisely this love that discouraged me from studying it - I understood that nothing worthwhile would come of me, and asked me to stop useless activities. This upset my grandmother terribly, and she complained for a long time. Having heard the winner of the First Tchaikovsky Competition play on the radio, she told me:

My mom, if you played at least fifteen minutes a day, you would play better than Vanya Cliverman (that’s what she called Van Cliburn, whose name, however, was already distorted in Moscow). Do you remember how you played "Sentimental Waltz"? With which feeling!

Candies

Her own feelings for her grandchildren knew no bounds. She hid the candies that they treated her to, and at the right moment, when one of the grandchildren asked: “Are there no more candies left?” - and the parents answered that no more, the grandmother disappeared for a minute, then suddenly appeared and, dancing, twirled a small fist with sweets clutched in it in front of the children’s noses and at the same time sang to the tune of the folk song “From under the oak, from under elm" such words:

My dear mother, you dear mother!

The children figured out what was what, quickly unwrapped the candy wrappers and crunched the candies under the disapproving glances of their parents. At that moment the grandmother turned into a fiery pillar of happiness and sang another song:

Wow, my children, wow, my children!

Evgenia Gedeonovna, - dad called her that, - don’t feed your children candy.

She just waved it off, continuing to beam.

Pedagogical principles

But it happened that because of the children she quarreled with her parents, unable to agree with their “cruel” methods of education. The earth has not produced anyone kinder and more tolerant than my parents. However, my father had principles that he could not compromise. For example, he, who generally did not recognize swear words, could not stand it if someone allowed himself to speak “indecently” in front of women.

I remember this episode. I, six years old, walked in the yard and looked at the third-floor balcony, where tenth-grader Lucy was teaching her lessons. All the children knew that I was in love with this adult schoolgirl. My twelve-year-old friend-enemy Mikola, prone to hooliganism and foul language, began to secretly egg me on. He spoke in a whisper, so that only I could hear him, but when I answered, I became more and more irritated and raised my tone, so that everyone heard my words.

“Oh, Lyuska is a beauty,” Mikola hissed, “I love her.”

No, it's I I love her,” I was indignant.

But Lyuska loves me,” my friend quietly continued to be mischievous.

No, she loves me, - I was offended.

“And she and I will get married soon,” Mikola threatened.

No, it's I“I’ll marry her,” I was already yelling at the whole yard.

And I ate her, - my now definitely enemy put an unfamiliar word in my ear.

The answer was, of course, predictable and loud:

No, it's I her f...l!

Lucy stood up. She put down the textbook and, going down the stairs, knocked on our door... When she left our apartment, dad appeared on the threshold, who gloomily said one word to me:

I didn’t understand anything, and soon I stopped thinking anything at all.

Dad took me into the bedroom and said:

Take your pants off!

“They’re still clean,” I objected.

Shoot! - the father shouted and began to remove the belt from their pants

I resisted and my father had to work hard to get to my ass. Then he laid me out on his knees and lightly but offensively slapped me several times on my bare bottom. He wanted to insult me! It was unbearable, and I finally began to cry, also because I didn’t understand why? It’s clear that this has something to do with Lyusya, but I was just defending my love! (This was not the first time I had loved and I knew what it was).

My father let me go, confused, and I left the bedroom, sobbing. When I stopped sobbing, greeted by my grandmother's hugs and kisses, I announced that I was leaving this house. Father held mother's hand and remained silent. Grandmother said:

That's right, mommy. I will go with you. Wait, I'll put on my boots now.

I waited obediently.

We walked in silence for some time, but I knew that my grandmother was thinking the same thing as me: “Dad is a monster.”

Then the grandmother said:

Vitenka, we still need to buy bread for dinner.

We went into a store, where, in addition to the buns, we also bought lollipops in a round tin box, which was difficult to open and was so sharp at the edges that you could hurt your hand on it, but then, when the lollipops disappeared, it could serve as a piggy bank or storage of a small treasure.

You are already big, Vitenka, and you know that a man should take away the burdens of women. You'll help me bring bread home, won't you?

Could I not take the string bag from my grandmother’s hands? I even raised it high above my head so that everyone could see that I didn’t care about such weights. So we got home, and I, of course, was unable to refuse my grandmother’s invitation to come in for lunch. Moreover, everyone should know that it was I who brought bread for dinner.

About firmness and forgiveness

I immediately forgave my father. (When I, already forty years old, shared these memoirs with him, he not only remembered the episode itself, but also could not believe in its veracity). Things turned out more complicated for dad with his grandmother. She stopped talking to him and answering his questions. Or rather, it would be impolite not to answer at all; intelligent people don’t behave like that, but the answer did not go directly to the dad who asked it, but to the one who was nearby. For example, dad asked:

Evgenia Gedeonovna, there was a newspaper here. Where did you hide it?

Let him look at his desk,” my grandmother instructed, well, let’s say, my three-year-old sister.

Or, when no one else was at home, and grandma had to feed her son-in-law, she would enter dad’s office and, looking at the ceiling, neutrally and unknown to whom, would ask:

What He wants to eat?

That's all, so am I.

But He doesn’t he like stuffed neck? - Grandma doubted.

Then he will eat a chicken wing,” Dad laughed and walked to the table, one hundred percent sure that the wing was already on his plate.

They didn’t talk like that for two years - until dad fell and hurt himself, and grandma, rushing to him, screamed instead of the usual one. "He"- Sashenka!

About beauty

In fact, she loved her brother-in-law very much and respected him greatly. It’s no joke: her Sashenka was first an associate professor and then a professor at the university, and, talking about his friends at home, his father’s colleagues, one could say:

One of our acquaintances is a professor... well, he is not a professor, but everyone calls him that (grandmother, of course, was just ahead of the curve, because I remember a banquet given by this one of our acquaintances, a professor, just between you and me, a decent bastard, when he - finally defended his doctoral dissertation).

Grandma loved my dad’s friends very much, and I watched in amazement as she smoked with them (in fact, no one in our family smoked, including grandma). She gracefully moved her small hand with the cigarette and blew out a thin stream of smoke, following it with her narrowed eyes, while my father’s friend, who was smoking with her, winked at me and blew smoke rings out of his mouth.

Grandma, to my amazement, not only smoked with the guests, she also flirted and minced with them; low notes appeared in her voice, and the sound e in general, it was repressed from all the words that were pronounced: “meeting,” “serce,” “restlessness,” etc. She later spoke approvingly of those who smoked with her as “tall, slender, blue-eyed.”

According to my observations, some of them did not quite correspond to these characteristics - some were brown-eyed, others were short or overweight. But this did not matter, the essential thing was that they deserved praise, and the praise of a male individual was forever enshrined in a minted three-syllable formula.

Dad, by the way, didn’t have blue eyes either, but he, of course, was beyond all praise, especially since he had advantages that the beauty formula shyly did not mention. I remember that my grandmother always expected her son-in-law to pass through our room to the restroom in the morning. Dad walked by in his shorts, and grandma looked at him with all her eyes, even when they were quarreling.

God, what beautiful legs he has! “- Grandma always exclaimed, “It’s him who comes out like that in his shorts for me,” she told me happily and slightly embarrassed, never looking for any other words.

Now that I am already a grandfather myself, I look at my legs and find that they are shaped like my father’s, and I think what a pity that I can’t walk past my grandmother to the restroom in my underpants. How much pleasure it would be for both of us! I am sure that my grandmother would admire my legs just as much as she did my father’s (and maybe even more – well, they are really beautiful!).

About love

It’s clear what role they played in grandmother’s life feeling and beauty. How, then, did things stand with love, which should unite both concepts? To be honest, I don’t really know this - I didn’t have time to discuss it with my grandmother. Apparently, she didn’t like her grandfather: she even fed him without feeling- so, he’ll put it on the table and won’t even ask if you liked it.

Grandfather was a portly, fat, although very active, strong and kind man. After eating, he liked to lie down on the floor, call his grandchildren (my sister and me) over to him, and let us crawl along his belly.

Grandmother did not interfere with this: she was sure that they would not offend us. Meanwhile, grandfather told us political jokes, which we did not understand, but had fun just like that - from fussing around; Grandfather, again and again, relished some word and laughed so that his belly swayed - to the joy of the children who settled on him. I remember, however, once my grandmother heard an anecdote about Kaganovich, unknown to us, and was indignant:

Oh, you will raise my grandchildren to be anti-Semites!

Oh, leave it alone, Zhenichka, they’re smart, look, it’s gold.

Grandfather was a great lover of life, he loved women, the circus and operetta. The grandchildren knew about the circus and operetta: we had to pretend to be lovers of these genres in order to give grandfather the opportunity to take us to the daytime performance (grandfather had already attended the evening performance without us - “I wonder with whom?” asked the grandmother).

We then began to guess about women and over time, even from various scraps of domestic conversations, we reconstructed the story of how grandfather met his son, Bobka, a famous walker, in a woman’s house. We didn’t really understand what exactly was the piquancy of the meeting between grandfather and uncle, but we whispered about it mysteriously.

Grandfather died early - at the age of 59, at work, from a heart attack. The parents were informed by phone, they went by taxi to the hospital, returned gloomy, and did not tell the grandmother anything. Grandma was setting the table and suddenly hit the tablecloth with her palm so that the dishes rattled:

Are they hiding something from me here?!

In response, my mother began to cry.

“Well, okay,” said the grandmother.

She never left the apartment again, the last time only for her grandfather’s funeral. Neither in cinema, nor, especially, in operetta - never, and she still had eighteen years to go.

Sometimes she let something courtly into her stories: someone threatened to pour sulfuric acid on himself, her, or an opponent; it seems that grandfather threatened and, apparently, got her, because grandmother was scared - either for herself, or for the handsome young man (I remember the word "Vileoncellist"), or for my grandfather.

In general, my grandmother did not marry of her own free will, but I don’t know whether she loved anyone at that time, whether she was ever in love, or whether she knew other men besides her grandfather.

About erotica

Some erotic dissatisfaction was sometimes visible in her. She could tell me, still quite ignorant, obscene anecdotes from the life of Peter the Great (how did she know them herself?). At the time I couldn’t understand what it meant: he got hard. Who stood up, who got him up? I thought that my grandmother was simply speaking with a Jewish accent, an accent, and not a joke, and I laughed.

Mom, what are you talking about? - Mom asked quietly and meekly.

But the grandmother answered firmly:

Let him know already.

This is how an early acquaintance with the Jewish accent prevented my early maturity: after all, if I had not been ashamed of my grandmother’s accent, who would have prevented me from clarifying the features of male physiology and the functions of organs, as I later found out, that I also had and acted in exact accordance with those as described in a true story from the life of the Russian emperor?

About the ability to conduct a conversation

She told jokes not only to me. In general, conversations occupied a significant part of her life. She did not leave the house, but she often lay on the windowsill, or rather on two windowsills - in turn. One of the windows she chose looked out onto the courtyard, and the other onto the street. We lived, as they used to call it, in the “mezzanine”, and, sitting on a wide window sill, we could lean over the window opening and freely, without straining our vocal cords, talk for a long time with neighbors in the yard or with acquaintances or strangers passing along the street.

It was even possible to talk across the road - cars passed by infrequently and did not interfere with conversations. And just in the house opposite there was a butcher shop, and from there, when there were no customers, the cheerful butcher, already aged, went out into the street to bask in the sun. The butcher willingly joined in the conversation and after a while, having learned about the grandmother’s status as a widow, he began to make eyes at the grandmother and show how he would hug Madame Weisberg if she visited his shop. Grandma got angry - however, only when she saw how he really hugged Mrs. Yana right on the threshold of his store, and then Mrs. Yana took meat out of the shop completely without a single bone or fat.

Angrily, the grandmother picked up the phone and settled into the rocking chair for another long conversation. She ignored her family’s instructions on the duration of her conversations, answering with a maxim that is convincing for any intelligent person:

He says to me - don’t spit in a man’s face!

Photos

Grandma loved looking at photographs and was very picky about her images. If she was alone on a card and this card did not suit her in some way, the photograph could disappear without a trace. If the photo was a group one and she didn’t like it, then the scissors were used, cutting an exquisitely bizarre curve in the photo so that not a single extra millimeter of the remaining usable space was wasted.

I always tried to understand what exactly did not suit my grandmother, but even if the reasons were given to me, I still did not understand them. “Double chin” - so what, double chin. Often I would look for the fruits of my grandmother’s destruction in the trash can and rescue them from there - in secret, so that after a while I could triumphantly show everyone the neatly cut out portrait. This always upset my grandmother.

About a year after her death, I laid out photographs from the family archive on the table (now this archive is very poor: when I left Moscow, it was forbidden to take photographs out). Here is a dark, yellowed photograph: a young grandmother in a boa and with a Siberian cat in her arms in front of a mirror, here she is looking out of the window into the yard (I photographed this), here she is with her grandchildren (a photographer was specially invited). But... my sister and I are in the sea... and nearby... a winding gap... (it seems that my grandmother didn’t like her swimsuit)...

Once again about the beauty of legs

During her grandmother's conversations with the street, she lay down on the windowsill on her stomach, because she was short, and she wanted to better observe the facial expressions of her interlocutor. To climb onto the window in this way, the grandmother had to stand on tiptoe, which caused her robe to ride up slightly and her wonderful tiny (Cinderella’s) legs became visible, the beauty of which she, of course, knew and which, in my opinion, she was deservedly proud of. When she rose on her tiptoes, her calves tensed and became completely round and elastic. The skin was smooth and silky and seemed to be devoid of hair.

I’m describing this now from memory, but honestly, even in childhood, in some way I noted the merits of her legs (the diminutive suffix in this word is from childhood, not current speculation), and, in any case, I would I couldn’t remember it now if it weren’t for my then furtive or point-blank glances.

The validity of my observations was unexpectedly confirmed one day on the day of our new local doctor’s visit to my grandmother. He was very attentive, examined and listened to the grandmother from all sides for a long time, then asked her to raise the hem. Grandma lifted him up chastely. The doctor was not satisfied with this, and he himself rolled up the hem to the very top. And suddenly he (the doctor) just burst out:

“Look,” he exulted, “what kind of skin, what kind of shape!” After all, she is no more than twenty-five! What does the heart have to do with it! Look at those legs!

The grandmother, pulling down her hem, looked at the doctor in fright, and he, having quickly prescribed the necessary medicine and having already taken his leave, was still muttering to himself: “What kind of legs!” - and shook his head.

When the door slammed behind him, the grandmother said thoughtfully:

Good doctor!

But what tramp!

About tramps

Grandmother called them tramps shameless and depraved. Although sometimes from her stories it turned out that these were quite nice and extremely charming people. The tramp, for example, was her own son, Bobka, my beloved uncle Bob, whom my grandmother condemned not so much for being a womanizer (he often got married and even more often Not got married), but because he is addicted to alcohol.

Some of my grandmother's secretly beloved writers were also tramps (among them - Maupassant, Maupassant!). When reading any of these writers, my grandmother tried to hide it and during the day hid the book she read at night under her pillow - but I saw it!

Sometimes the grandmother complained that she had nothing to read, and the guest to whom she complained looked around in bewilderment at the numerous shelves with books and asked:

How, Evgenia Gedeonovna, did you read all this?

All! - Grandmother answered decisively.

Well, here is a thirty-volume volume of Maxim Gorky - have you devoured all thirty volumes?

Oh, how grandma was cunning! She deliberately mixed up the meaning of the word tramp. She knew from Peshkov’s biography that in his youth he wrote “trag stories,” which she, like the novel “Mother,” found boring. She didn’t read Gorky precisely because he wasn’t a tramp in her sense, he wasn’t libertine and shameless. Then she would read it (maybe in secret).

When I grew up, my grandmother carefully followed what I read and wanted to read the same thing (“The Pit” by Kuprin, she liked, unlike me).

My mom, what kind of book do you have?

- “Decameron” by Boccaccio.

Good?

Bosyatskaya, grandmother.

A few days later I see him carefully looking for something on the bookshelves.

Vitenka, where? this book?

I already guess what she is looking for, but I pretend that I don’t understand:

Which one, grandma?

She (shyly):

Well, the one you said is a tramp.

Other family stories:

There are people in every person's life who have a huge influence on his development in childhood. Of course, these include the older generation: the parents of our fathers and mothers. In many families, especially in the summer (and not only), the grandmother plays the main educational role. If he lives in a village, then the kids are brought there to relax and improve their health, drink fresh village milk, eat natural cottage cheese for breakfast and, of course, grandma’s pies, so fluffy and very tasty: with fruits or berries. And if the grandmother lives with the family, then she is entrusted with the role of caring for the baby in the absence of parents, which she handles with pleasure and with all care. In general, writing a home essay about grandma is not so difficult for almost any child of primary and secondary school age, using the help of their mothers and fathers. For example, on the topic: how good it is that there is my grandmother in the world! Or describe your summer in the village in her small cozy house.

Where to begin?

You can start an essay about your grandmother by describing her appearance. What a kind face she has, what soft and hard-working hands, nose, forehead, hair, and so on. What does she usually wear, what kind of gait and speech does she have? Then we continue the short essay about grandma with a description of her habits and what she likes to do most. We can end with a story about why every child likes to spend the summer in the village.

Short essay about grandmother. Example 1

My sister and I have a beloved grandmother. Her name is Baba Nastya. Although, of course, strangers call her Anastasia Ivanovna, but in a simple way, that’s what we, our grandchildren, call her. She is not very tall, a little hunched over from her years, but still cheerful and very cheerful. Moderately well-fed, but not fat. Oddly enough, she has a rather thin waist, since Baba Nastya practiced folk dancing and sang in her youth.

Her face is covered in small and large wrinkles, because our grandmother is many, many years old. The nose is straight and the forehead is high, it is immediately clear that she is very smart and was very charming in her youth. One day she showed us her old photographs, where she was photographed with her friends immediately after the war - well, very beautiful. And even now Grandma Nastya looks better than many of the old people in the village where we came for the summer. But her hair turned completely gray and became gray-white. She hides them under a scarf all the time, so neat and well-groomed.

Grandma is never strict with us. She spoils us, her grandchildren: she buys sweets, brings milk (she also has a cow, Duska, which grandma Nastya milks every day). And when my mother leaves for the city to work, my grandmother puts us to bed and tells us fairy tales, each time a new one, which make us sleep so well and soundly: sweet dreams!

Example 2

A short essay on the topic “My grandmother” can be written a little differently.

Our grandmother lives with me, mom and dad in our large city apartment. Her name is Lyuba. She used to have a house in the village, but then it became difficult for her to do housework, and she had to sell it. Since then, my grandmother moved in with us. But she didn’t stop housekeeping, and every day she cooks something tasty.

Our grandmother loves to bake pies. She makes them fluffy, soft, with various fillings: cottage cheese, meat, potatoes. With apricot jam - my favorite. I think I could eat a whole plate of them! It’s especially delicious with cocoa in the morning, but it’s also good with tea in the evening. And Grandma Lyuba never tires of working all day long to ensure that our whole family is well-fed and healthy.

And my grandmother cleans the apartment every day, and everything is sparkling clean. Of course, she also teaches me to clean my room, but we’re not very good at it yet. There's still something lying around somewhere. But the grandmother is not angry, she just looks attentively and makes a remark.

Example 3. “Letter to Grandma” (essay on a given topic)

If the topic for work is this, then you can start with a description of city life. How we live, go to school, and what grades we received recently in what subjects. You can congratulate your grandmother on the upcoming holidays, promise in a letter that we will definitely come to visit her during the holidays.