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Earlier we sang lots of songs. While young we
still would sit, open the windows and sing. It came out
beautifully, as soon as we'd start to sing. But this was long
ago, I havn't really sung for 15 years. I had a great
tragedy. My son died at 27, three years later my husband
died. Oh, hit was so hard for me. I suffered my whole
life. My mother also died, yes she knew many songs. But I
almost forgot, that Kalintsya sang well. And now I live alone in
this house. And not even anyone to talk with. But Kalintsya
was fun, she loved to talk, to sing with her neighbors. Its hard,
but what can one do: one has to live.
(Stankevich, Nina Alyaksandrauna, n 1938, Yaremichy village)