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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Naturally, all that required a lot of work to be properly taken care of.

Three long months passed and my dad and mum, already married, still were dating
until my mother by chance came to my dad’s and saw a very touching picture. My
father stood in the kitchen in front of the stove and with an unhappy air "filled" a
growing amount of pans with the semolina which he cooked for his little brother. But
the amount of the "wicked" semolina did not decrease for some reason and my poor
dad could not understand why. On doing her best to hide a smile so as not to offend an
unlucky "cook", my mum rolled up her sleeves and began to put the mess in order,
starting with the indignantly hissing stove completely covered with pans of semolina...
Certainly, after that kind of "emergency incident" my mother could not calmly look at
such "heart-breaking" male helplessness and decided to move immediately into this
territory, still strange and unknown for her.

Mom at work Alytus Post Office

Although it was not an easy life for her at that time – she worked at the central
post-office (to make her living) and every evening went for an access course to prepare
for examinations to get into a medical school, she gave the rest of her forces and time
to her exhausted young husband and his family without thinking twice. The house came
back to life at once. The kitchen was filled with delicious smells of Lithuanian
"zeppelins" which dad’s little brother adored and my father, who had lacked home
made food for so long, swallowed in immodest quantity. Everything became more or
less normal, except for the absence of my granparents, about whom my poor dad
worried so much and missed them terribly all this time. But he had a young beautiful
wife, who did her best to relieve his temporary loss and, on looking at his smiling face,
one could say that she fully succeeded in that.
Very soon my father’s little brother got used to the new aunt and constantly tailed
after her, hoping to get something delicious, or a beautiful evening fairy-tale, which
my mother read to him before bedtime.
So, the days calmly passed in the everyday routine, then weeks. My grandmother
came back home from the hospital and to her great surprise found a newly-made

daughter-in-law... It was too late to change anything and they simply tried to get to
know each other better, avoiding undesirable conflicts (which inevitably appear in any
new and too close acquaintance). More precisely, they simply adapted to each other,

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