Nadya for Ivan Nadya, did you hit me? You think I care about you! Then why does my whole body hurt? Uncle Ivan asked Aunt Nadya, waking up in the morning in bed from the wild pain. Before that, at night, he had drunk moonshine with a group of hopeless village drunks, crawled home, and begged his wife: “Nadya, let me in, I’m no good! I didn’t walk around. I just drank a little with my friends.” She grabbed a rolling pin and dragged him across the back. She hit him so that no bruises were left. Then, feeling sorry, she pulled him into the house and put him to bed. This kind of "military training" was something Ivan went through every time he went to do some odd job. Whether it was cutting firewood, digging the garden, putting in a bench, or helping with construction. And when he managed to skip a hundred-gram break, he brought half a liter to "Nadya," so she could make tincture from mullein flowers. Aunt Nadya was very industrious. She always had something to feed her husband. In case of illness, she had herbal tinctures. And the garden was always neat and tidy. She had extensive experience in working the land. Every summer, along with the sun, she went to the field to pull up beets, and in the afternoon, she helped her neighbors with their gardens (they didn’t even know she was the one helping them), and in the evening, she worked on her own plot. She even had time to wash laundry at the local hospital. That was the only job she took money for — because it was a government job. A miracle-woman with a sharp tongue, a good nature, and not the happiest fate. She buried her first husband. The second one left her with three young children. And she found the third one for herself and never let him go. Nadya heard that a man who didn’t swear worked as a foreman at the construction site for Chernobyl evacuees. She went to see this miracle, and after a while, they began living together. Uncle Ivan was from Berdychiv. After meeting Nadya, he decided to settle permanently in Korin, selling his old apartment in the city. He began growing tobacco so he wouldn’t have to spend extra money on “government” cigarettes and dug his own well so there would be water in his yard. The house now had a master. In the fall of 2009, Grandpa Ivan passed away. Fifteen years I lived with the one I truly loved. Alone in the house, like in hell, - Aunt Nadya said with tears in her eyes, then went inside. Six years later, Nadya passed away too.