life goes on
My story about my life from birth to today, about wealth and poverty, about mistakes made and analysis of life, about lost love and hope, about dreams and the reality of life.
I hope I am not disclosing you and this story will be useful to you and accepted for perusal.
All names are changed, the story is authentic and true.
The story begins in one of the Caucasian countries of the former USSR, in 1992.
I was then 10 years old, we had three brothers, I was and there is the youngest, we had a clan house (manor), my father at that time was earning huge money while working in Russia, you could say he was a billionaire.
Imagine a basement of a private house packed with sacks of money (Russian rubles, dollars, francs), well, it all meant nothing to him, my mother was an empty place who had no opinion and had no right to vote in this family.
He helped the church anonymously, orphanages anonymously, helped the hungry army during the war, his friends, fed and supported the families of his two sisters and brother (for them they were always in the first place), and his family, his wife and three sons never for him nothing in life meant.
And one day, his younger brother decided that he was a great politician and put forward his candidacy for elections to the Parliament of the Republic, at the expense of my father naturally, and then my maturity began.
To remove him (uncle) from politics, the authorities put him and his team. Then all the relatives came and demanded that the father do everything possible to free his brother, and then the fall of the great man of the patron, the father of three sons and husband, who is now fighting for life, or for existence, began.
Having lost everything and even without having for the soul nothing, neither his house nor his shelter.
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