@IgorBelykh 25 October 2022 more from that month

My father, when he was seventeen years old, saw a girl at the fair. A fourteen-year-old girl in a blue dress with a blue bow. And fell in love. He waited for her to turn eighteen, asked her for a wife and received her as a wife. He adored her... They were rather poor farmers, my mother milked the cows, did all the work, but they lived and enjoyed every day they lived through, until the very end. And it was sincere, so touching and wonderful! I've seen good people in good families squabbling over who should put the kettle on. We cursed only in the opposite sense - everyone wanted to go put the kettle on. Everyone wanted to take over. When your companion wants to take on more, then you want to take even more ... There is an interesting mechanism here, I traced it. The less your companion wants to take on, the less you want to take. And vice versa. Here is the feedback. And the parents tore each other out of each other's household chores, unpleasant assignments, difficult tasks - everyone wanted to do all this for the other ... I also remember how dad sang in the morning, when he shaved, and mom told him: "Stop singing - you can't concentrate!" And my mother worked then in some preschool institutions and wrote reports in the morning. And dad answered her - it’s strange why such things are remembered - he said: “I won’t sing, but you will someday think: it’s a pity that he doesn’t sing anymore, how nice it would be if he sang.” That's what I remember, that's the phrase I remember: "It would be nice if he sang." Their marriage turned out to be happy and cheerful - the unity of souls and aspirations, and I have not seen such a marriage with anyone - so that it is not only deep and serious, but joyful and cheerful at every given moment ... If a person truly loves you, he will come, come, fly in, sail. He'll even crawl if he can't walk. And if he cannot crawl, then he will be found lying in your direction. Like a compass needle. © CryptoGuru