Our home is our small, but noisy and cheerful apartment. My parents, who with their friends drink tea in the kitchen and into the night discussing the news of the world, politics, talking about the work and their children. This and we are his friends, carefree revellers during numerous holidays and birthdays. This is our grandmother, who in all details remembers what it was fifty years ago, but forgets, who came on a visit yesterday, convinces granddaughters to wear dresses longer. Granny sings we forgotten songs and telling old, an unusually wonderful fairy tales. It is around grandma we and our family gather together during family celebrations, draw up a family tree and share old photos. We always there, especially in difficult times - then the friends and relatives come without invitation and always use, which are especially needed.
