I live almost in the center of the city. True, this is not the center, as most people believe it, but it’s really a geographical center – that’s what my dad says. And in this very geographical center is our small house with a garden, as old as the house. Everything is in the garden, as it should be: two apples, two cherry trees, one pear, two plums and… one huge old birch. I do not remember a single year that one of the adults would not start talking about the time to cut it, cut it down, etc. And every time someone from the family must object, and very hotly. When I was very young, I almost did not pay attention to these disputes. Finally I became interested: what is the matter? And my grandmother told me the story of the “nefruktovy” tree in our garden. It turns out that almost our family began with this birch. Still great-grandfather with great-grandmother, building a house, planted three birches that rose so quickly, grew so beautiful that all
neighbors envied the owners, although even an apple in the garden did not grow. And during the war, two birches were killed, both were wounded by fragments of shells exploding nearby. Our family was very worried, because all are accustomed to consider these three birches as a symbol of the well-being and happiness of all living in this house. And they became especially attentive to the remaining only very beautiful birch. But the years have gone by, my great-grandfathers have died, my grandmother and grandfather have grown old, and, unfortunately, the birch has aged: the branches began to dry, now she looks like an elderly person and does not decorate the garden and yard anymore. But to part with it until we do not dare: suddenly with it all the good and good that is in our family will go away? although even an apple in the garden did not grow. And during the war, two birches were killed, both were wounded by fragments of shells exploding nearby. Our family was very worried, because all are accustomed to consider these three birches as a symbol of the well-being and happiness of all living in this house. And they became
especially attentive to the remaining only very beautiful birch. But the years have gone by, my great-grandfathers have died, my grandmother and grandfather have grown old, and, unfortunately, the birch has aged: the branches began to dry, now she looks like an elderly person and does not decorate the garden and yard anymore. But to part with it until we do not dare: suddenly with it all the good and good that is in our family will go away? although even an apple in the garden did not grow. And during the war, two birches were killed, both were wounded by fragments of shells exploding nearby. Our family was very worried, because all are accustomed to consider these three birches as a symbol of the well-being and happiness of all living in this house. And they became especially attentive to the remaining only very beautiful birch. But the years have gone by, my great-grandfathers have died, my grandmother and grandfather have grown old, and, unfortunately, the birch has aged: the branches began to dry, now she looks like an elderly person and does not decorate the garden and yard anymore. But to part with it until we do not dare: suddenly with it all the good and good that is in our family will go away? because all are accustomed to consider these three birches as a symbol of the well-being and happiness of all living in this house. And they became especially attentive to the remaining only very beautiful birch. But the years have gone by, my great-grandfathers have died, my grandmother and grandfather have grown old, and, unfortunately, the birch has aged: the branches began to dry, now she looks like an elderly person and does not decorate the garden and yard anymore. But to part with it until we do not dare: suddenly with it all the good and good that is in our family will go away? because all are accustomed to consider these three birches as a symbol of the well-being and happiness of all living in this house. And they became especially attentive to the remaining only very beautiful birch. But the years have gone by, my great-grandfathers have died, my grandmother and grandfather have grown old, and, unfortunately, the birch has aged: the branches began to dry, now she looks like an elderly person and does not decorate the garden and yard anymore. But to part with it until we do not dare: suddenly with it all the good and good that is in our family will go away?
