My grandfather was a man with a huge heart, and that's probably why he's always been so big.
He taught me to swim and ride a bike. He taught me not to be afraid of anything.
Grandpa's garage was a real source of secrets and treasures - you could find anything there!
One day, my grandfather started taking me fishing. There, as a rule, I did not go fishing, but contemplated water meters and tadpoles. And she teased the frogs with leaves that she attached to the hook of her fishing rod.
No one in the world has made tastier chebureks and dumplings with cherries. I remember the three of us (him and Grandma) sculpting them in the kitchen and everything around was white with flour.
My grandfather and I rode on a bicycle to the garden many times - each time it was an incredible journey. "Grandpa, it's much better to ride a bike than a car!" - I always said, jumping on the frame or trunk.
He taught me how to find the North Star and told me that where moss grows on trees, it's north.
Before going to bed, he read to me many, many times, "Tuk-tuk" - where the hawks pecked the berries of rowan on the roof of the camp house. And after we turned off the lights, he told me jokes until I fell asleep. Then it seemed - I'll just burst out laughing under the blanket!
He taught me never to put myself above others, because we are all human and all equal.
When my grandfather studied at the institute, he went hiking a lot. It was always inspiring.
My grandfather loved to take pictures and take small snippets of life. I think it was from him that my passion for photography began.
He taught me to notice the world around me, above and below my feet. And I will always remember him putting me on his knees, rubbing my shoulders with his hands and smiling, asking, "Lizulka, do you have a good time with Grandpa?"
He taught me to swim and ride a bike. He taught me not to be afraid of anything.
Grandpa's garage was a real source of secrets and treasures - you could find anything there!
One day, my grandfather started taking me fishing. There, as a rule, I did not go fishing, but contemplated water meters and tadpoles. And she teased the frogs with leaves that she attached to the hook of her fishing rod.
No one in the world has made tastier chebureks and dumplings with cherries. I remember the three of us (him and Grandma) sculpting them in the kitchen and everything around was white with flour.
My grandfather and I rode on a bicycle to the garden many times - each time it was an incredible journey. "Grandpa, it's much better to ride a bike than a car!" - I always said, jumping on the frame or trunk.
He taught me how to find the North Star and told me that where moss grows on trees, it's north.
Before going to bed, he read to me many, many times, "Tuk-tuk" - where the hawks pecked the berries of rowan on the roof of the camp house. And after we turned off the lights, he told me jokes until I fell asleep. Then it seemed - I'll just burst out laughing under the blanket!
He taught me never to put myself above others, because we are all human and all equal.
When my grandfather studied at the institute, he went hiking a lot. It was always inspiring.
My grandfather loved to take pictures and take small snippets of life. I think it was from him that my passion for photography began.
He taught me to notice the world around me, above and below my feet. And I will always remember him putting me on his knees, rubbing my shoulders with his hands and smiling, asking, "Lizulka, do you have a good time with Grandpa?"
