Grandma was crying in my car: “For what, dear, dear, for what?” Having gathered hastily, with only one trunk, Throwing on the surviving coat. Granny cried a lot, prayed - That burden was apparently heavy for her: “An unknown force spared Now, perhaps, we’ll live a little longer.” We talked about a lot of things then, They also kept silent about many things with her. I remember she blessed Then he hugged me goodbye. Snow covered her path that night And he illuminated this difficult path for her.