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Wow, the adventure continues! I hope you've enjoyed your time so far. Welcome to Russia! This Russian story may not be as sweet as the others, but an emotional one. So if you're a crier, grab a couple of tissues, but you'll enjoy the story.
Growing up, there were two sisters who were great sisters. Although they were five years apart from one another, they loved each other and got along most of the time. In the early ages of their life, they fought like any other sisters, but as they grew older they became almost like best friends. As they grew older, they dreamed of their weddings they would have. The men they were going to marry and the children they would have. They made a promise to one another that no matter when one of them got married, the other would stand next to her at the altar. The other sister would be her maid of honor.
But sometimes plans don’t always go as we wish.
One of the sisters passed away at the age of twenty years old.
Life was hard for the remaining sister. She was depressed and heartbroken over the fact that her sister would not be there to stand with her as she got married. She would not have the opportunity to become her maid of honor and watch her walk down the aisle. That she would never be there to see the man of her dreams or the children she would have one day.
The same thought crossed the remaining sister’s mind about her sister that had passed. She would never have the opportunity to see her deceased sister walk down the aisle and marry the man that she loved and that she would never have a family of her own.
Over and over, the remaining sister saw life in a negative way. It was unfair that he sister was taken from her at only the age of twenty years old.
When the day came for the remaining sister to get married, she wished her sister were there to stand next to her. But, like any wedding, you always wear “something old.” Therefore, although the deceased sister may not have been there physically, she was there spiritually.
The living sister knew that her sister was watching over her, only smiling at the fact she was finally getting married. (The other sister always joked the remaining one would never get married. Classic sister, right?)
To honor her sister, the living sister wore special hairpieces in her hair on her wedding day. Her sister loved these brown rose jewelry pieces that she owned. So, to honor the sister, she wore them in her hair to remember her.
Life continues to be difficult as the anniversary approaches of the sister that passed. It never gets easy for the living sister. There are so many milestones that occur in life that she wished she could celebrate and cry with her sister.
The remaining sister recently just had a baby boy named Aleksandr. Although she wished her sister was there to meet him, he was born one day before the other sister’s birthday. She was born on February 4th and Aleksandr was born on February 3rd. Each year the remaining sister will be able to celebrate the life of her baby boy and remember the life of her beloved sister.
Personal photo of baby Aleksandr
Author's Note:
This Russian folklore involves two young men who were great friends. Together they made an agreement that the first one to get married was to invite the other, whether the other was alive or deceased. One of the friends passed away. In the coming time, the other friend remembered the agreement and invited his friend to the wedding. The grave began to shake, and the two friends were present together again. Together they took shots, each one adding to one hundred years of life passing. Together they took three shots, equalling up to three hundred years. Once the living friend realized how much time had actually passed by, he returned back to his home where he realized that everything and everyone he had loved was gone. He was now three hundred years into the future and he realized that he had gone missing and left his soon-to-be wife at the altar. For my story for the Russian page, I decided to use the idea of the two friends and the idea of a wedding promise to retell my personal story about Masha and Katya who were adopted from Russia. In my story, I told the story of when Masha got married and the struggles that she faced in the coming years and even in the years after. Katya lost her life when I was a sophomore in high school at the age of twenty. While death never gets easy, there are events in life that help us remember the lives we have lost. My sister Masha just recently had a baby and his picture is included above to help incorporate the part about baby Aleksandr.
The Two Friends Russian Fairy Tales by W. R. S. Ralston (1887)