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Greetings from Afar

The Face in the Window

Tatyana Andrevna is not a beautiful woman… she does not have the “face that launched a thousand ships”… in fact, it is safe to say, that on the “traditional” one to ten scale, that is crassly used, worldwide, to rate beauty in women and good looks in men, she would rate about a one. Getting a zero rating is impossible… Tatyans’s looks are legendary in Mamontovka… As a child, she was burned horribly when a kerosene heater in her parent’s flat exploded and showered her with the burning liquid. Ever after, she was undeniably the most recognizable person in the village. Her scars didn’t matter… Her late husband would simply smile when someone mentioned them… Then he would state a simple truth… Tatyana is beautiful… physical beauty is not everything… It is not Tatyana’s face that makes her beautiful… it is her soul. You see, everyone in Mamontovka loves Tatyana Andrevna… She has a beautiful spirit…

For years, she was the community “welcome wagon”. She took it upon herself to greet every new person and family moving into the Mamontovka area… armed with the traditional Russian offering of bread and salt… and the warm smile of an angel. In rain, snow or summer heat, Tatyana was always there.

Four generations of children played under her watchful eye as their parents went about their daily tasks… Since she did not work, it was “the least that she could do”. In times of sickness and times of mourning, Tatyana was there… always with a word of comfort and some small offerning… home baked bread… a bottle of home made wine… cakes… She was there… Tatyana with the beautiful soul…

In time, age, and artheritis… the fragile bones that come with eighty-odd years… took their toll, and Tatyana Andrevna could no longer carry out her self-appointed duties. Still, even now, when weather permits she sits in her wheelchair, on the balcony of her little third floor flat on Kuznetski Most Avenue, and watches the people pass, waving to each, and smiling brightly. When the weather is foul, as it often is in Russia in the fall and winter, she sits by her kitchen window and watches the street below. Everyone in knows her. Everyone waves and smiles when they see her face in the window…

But… no one ever goes to her flat… No one ever goes to see Tatyana… For her, there are no gifts of “bread and salt”… no cakes and wine… For her, there is only the balcony and the window… and the smiling faces below. She doesn’t seem to mind. The smiles of passersby seem to be enough for her.

Now, after all the years that Tatyana Andrevna spent making people welcome, after all the sleepless nights she spent sitting with the sick and watching over the bodies of the departed, you would think that those people would be kinder. She might not be a beauty, but she does, in fact, have a beautiful soul… The thing is, you see, the little flat is locked. If you look closely, when the light is just right, you will see that the wheelchair on the balcony is a rusting relic. Tatyana died almost ten years ago… The entire community mourned the passing of their “welcome wagon”. It was one of the largest funerals in the history of the village. Everyone turned out. They even let out school in her honor… It is Tatyana Andrevna’s beautiful soul… her spirit… that greets people from the window… with the warm smile of an angel…