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БлогГлавная » 2010 » Сентябрь » 12
At 19, my grandfather was betrothed to the most beautiful girl in his aul. The date was set, and everything was arranged. Then, one week before the wedding, the bride ran away.
Rather, she'd been abducted. Not by savage and bloodthirsty criminals, no -- by her own family. It was all arranged. It was common practice, in those days, in certain delicate cases -- like, when the groom's family was too poor to afford the bride price. The bride would then be "kidnapped". But everybody knew the real truth.
Humiliated, my grandfather fled the aul. He returned just one year later, and he was not alone. He had a new bride with him. She was an orphan, a cripple, and half-blind. "Here," he said to his father. "I've chosen the ugliest girl in this whole district! She won't run away!"
And she never did.
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Their life together is a long and bitter tale. In 1921, there was a terrible famine in Bashkiria. T
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