Their Love Is Stronger Than Old Age - A Heartfelt Story Of Life In A Remote Mountain Village

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AI GeneratedAn elderly person reflects on a long life of hard labor, family loss, and the physical decline of old age. The narrative weaves together memories of working in the forests and on a tractor with the grief of losing children and a mother. Now struggling with heart issues and chronic pain, the speaker expresses a deep reliance on faith and the support of their children.
I did a lot in the jungle, on a tractor.
I had been working in the senior position for 49 years.
The kids got married, had a fight, and that was it.
Nine in total, but two of them finally became mine.
And there, finally, everyone in the world.
The son was in the thicket, by a tree.
But the little one found a halva, yet that same walnut was in the three-room apartment.
We were 15 years old.
Everyone was dying, and I was the only one who got up.
I got up from one, and the other was dying.
I'm not taking it anymore, I don't even feel like mowing anything, nothing at all, because it's such a hassle.
I have a headache.
Heart attack, heart.
I didn't go out, I didn't leave.
Mom was always there for me.
That's how it is; what can you do?
Alright, well, I hope they help me like that too.
These cows are already curing me, and they're also satisfying and affordable.
Yet he was so small, he could barely thank them.
He shouted at his grandfather.
I should be grateful.
Oh, my.
In the year 87.
Already went in the 80s, in the 80s.
A lamp without a wick, a teacher in the soul.
You fill everything and all.
Save, O God, our souls.
What you can do, what you are alive, what you are boundless.
Save me, Lord.
Give me life.
You are precious, I cherish your roof.
Hey, buddy.
Holy God, thank you for helping me to rest.
This sin came upon me from within.
Amen.
They have Passori.
Here, sit down.
Puppy.
Wild Raspberry
Is there a squash?
There is a zucchini.
What about this one?
And I myself don't take it.
Grandfather's.
Grandpa's you.
You have a headache.
Feel it.
Grandpa's you.
Grandfather's.
All Grandpa's.
Here.
Kotikku, Kotikku.
Varhotiku.
Mitya, grandma, Mitya.
You will eat.
There.
What does it have there?
At the beginning.
She won't be able to tie it tightly.
Here's that set, so there.
You're worried about me.
Start.
Here, take a look.
What is it?
The cows will carry.
I'll move the fishing rods up.
You're washed.
I am the 84th year.
I'm going upstairs.
She did it.
What to do?
Musi.
She was young.
There is a moon there.
The pack was there.
I wasn't even in pain.
When my grandmother said it wouldn't be
My father is at peace, my legs hurt.
And I think that even you hurt.
When my legs don't hurt.
Your legs hurt.
I didn't believe it.
Now I believe, as it hurts.
Oh, God, dear and sincere.
Once upon a time, there was a Czech river.
Well, let's go upstairs.
Oh, Mom, what's this, God, everything.
It's not bad at all.
I haven't been living for quite some time now.
She gave birth to a son, made the bones, then left.
It's all on fire.
And how to do things.
It was Chuy.
She lived.
And I was building a castle.
She was taking off her gloves.
Your style, ruined.
Zenesla.
The hole she dug in the field.
Look.
What a hole I've dug.
She brought it here, placed it on the platform.
Mother, she passed away, it will be 26 years now on the Feast of the Mother of God.
I'm not afraid of my legs.
I got lost on the high mountain meadow on the yager.
My legs hurt, they have no strength.
I had it, now it has become
Seven of them, six of them.
Seven.
It happened to seven of them.
But I've already lived eight years.
Peter in white.
She had nine children in total.
Two in the mire, seven became.
And here there are seven of them in the whole world.
The son was in the thicket.
Tree
And the little one found some halva.
The one who ate that food died.
That halva was so long ago.
The banks are great.
Well, I went to inspect those barns.
The children went away.
Tanya brought the girl in.
They ate.
The child was hungry.
And so he went.
Something has to be done.
He's even smaller.
How's it going?
Something to do.
To make an onion.
And so.
Nice onion.
And they'll stretch the little one.
And how many will be trampled underfoot.
A bit more.
And I'm the one chopping the onions.
You're younger than me.
Stretch.
Where to go for the onion?
It's far away.
We're going far.
Oh, oh, something hurts me.
Ah, well.
Something hurts at home.
One hour.
Sorrel soup.
What?
I didn't get sick enough to stay in bed or go to the hospital.
What the hell do I care.
Well.
Four years already.
It hurts me so much.
There I go, there I wave.
What's going on here, anyway?
My whole body aches from the pepper.
I am not worthy.
You don't want that for yourself.
That's no problem at all.
No problem.
A whole task.
Whole.
Don't milk the cow.
My damn dog is on me.
I robbed two.
Trickavutki bite.
That's not the case.
No way.
You'll lose, you'll lose.
Where am I lost.
When to cook.
I'm off to the hospital.
Enter the second female.
I put a small ripli to cook for us.
And I want to be young.
Ah, I see.
Not as old as Grandpa.
I'm going to sharpen the knives.
Go, go, there's a little one there.
Well, never me.
I'm just getting started.
They'll still beat me.
And I'm cutting the grass.
He got wet at home.
Give the little one something to eat.
My poor hungry orphans.
Well, if we're not going to sit still once, let's just get going.
Can't sit still.
You're here, and here you stay.
And then it blew.
May titanium.
Can't sit still.
Kharkiv.
Mom, give me a hug.
Oh, it's already here.
Burn.
Then the boss will reach here at the place.
Then what does it take there?
Darkly serene.
Must you give them the movies?
There they will assemble.
Everyone here will figure it out.
We need to move it.
It's already passed.
You need to move the ears.
But I don't have only ears.
These are your zucchinis, huh?
Come here, darling.
Cataplay
Sunshine, come here.
And Rimaní.
From.
What?
O.
No, no, that's not for you.
All Serbs.
I want to buy another one.
What about him?
No one has it.
Nobody has it yet so very much.
Little.
You're little.
A little.
What, are you not giving much, little one.
Yohei.
No, well.
No, wait.
Black hair would suit grandma.
The sun shines on my hay—perfect.
Thank God, he's still available.
Thank God.
They're in the bedroom.
Fine.
We've been here together for just a few days already.
So.
We used to get angry at each other.
