Yulia Antonovna had long served in the Grigoryev household—Vladimir and Lyudmila. Today the masters had gone somewhere, and the maid, having finished all her chores around the house, sat down to rest by the window. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a little boy on the street. Skinny and clad in tattered clothes, he was wandering along the fence of their property.
“Perhaps he’s hungry,” sighed Yulia Antonovna, feeling pity for the unfortunate child. Glancing at the huge clock in the living room, she decided that the couple wouldn’t return anytime soon and stepped out into the yard.
“What’s your name?” she asked softly, addressing the boy who was carefully watching the street. “Vasya,” he replied, giving her a wary look from beneath his disheveled bangs. “Well then, Vasya, come with me. I’ll feed you some fresh apple pie,” the woman offered, and the boy, without hesitation, followed her. His stomach had been rumbling from hunger for a long time—he hadn’t eaten anything that day.
In the kitchen, Yulia Antonovna carefully cut an impressive slice of pie with a knife and placed a plate in front of the hungry little one.
“Oh, it’s so delicious!” Vasya exclaimed, greedily biting into the soft pastry. “My mother used to bake a pie just like this once!” “And where is your mother?” the woman asked cautiously. The boy paused, stopped chewing, and sadly lowered his eyes. “I’ve been looking for her for a long time… She disappeared,” he murmured softly. “Eat, eat,” Yulia Antonovna gently encouraged him. “You’ll find your mother, I’m sure you will.”
At that moment, the front door creaked, and Vladimir and Lyudmila entered the house. The maid flinched at the sound of the footsteps.
“And who do we have here as our guest?” Vladimir asked in surprise as he peered into the kitchen. His eyes widened when he saw the boy. “Who did you bring in, Yulia?” he said sternly to the maid. “This child is looking for his mother; he’s hungry, and I decided to feed him,” the woman replied calmly, shrugging her shoulders.
“So now you’re feeding all sorts of strays? And our opinion no longer matters to you?” the master of the house protested.
Hearing these words, Vasya began to cry. “I’m going to leave now,” he mumbled, putting the half-eaten piece of pie back on the plate.
Then Lyudmila intervened: “Wait, boy,” she said softly. “Tell me, where are you from? Where did you lose your mother?”
Lyudmila had always been gentler than her husband. Sometimes Vladimir would scold her for being overly kind, but he had never succeeded in changing her nature.
“I live with my grandfather, but he’s mean. He’s always scolding me for something, and sometimes he even hits me. I ran away from him,” Vasya confessed, and he pulled from the pocket of his old, ragged trousers a yellowed photograph.
“These are my parents. We used to live together,” said the boy, wiping away his tears with his hand as he handed the photo to the homeowners.
Lyudmila, taking the photo in her hands, froze…In the photo was her daughter, Varya! “Look, Volodya, it’s our girl!” she exclaimed, trembling as she passed the photo to her husband.
Vladimir reluctantly took the photo. “Vasya, how did you come by this photo?” he asked in surprise.
“I stole it from my grandfather. On the other side is an address, so I came here. I thought maybe my mother lives here,” the boy answered as he calmed down. “Grandpa always says that my mother is like a cuckoo who abandoned me. But I don’t believe him!”
“It can’t be! It can’t be!” Lyudmila repeated, recalling how their daughter Varya had once run away with a Gypsy named Manush. For several years they hadn’t heard from her, and then she returned, only to be involved in an accident soon after. That day became a nightmare for them, after which they were left completely alone in these huge mansions.
“And where is your father?” Vladimir asked. “And my father is gone. He was buried six months ago,” Vasya cried once more.
The pair was stunned. They had found a grandson! Tired of loneliness, they decided to keep the boy with them.
“You know, little one, we’ll take you to your room,” said Lyudmila. “And will my mother come?” asked Vasya. “Your mother is now with your father,” the woman replied sadly.
Vasya paled.
After a while, the couple finalized the adoption documents. The boy’s grandfather did not object upon learning that his grandson could be taken in by affluent people.
Yulia Antonovna was delighted. Thanks to that day when she met the little one, the homeowners became happy. In time, Vasya was no longer the destitute, hungry stray. Instead, he became a well-dressed boy, aware of proper manners, with a loving family.
Neighbor’s Envy Leads to Destruction of Our Cherished 200-Year-Old Tree During Our Vacation
After returning from their holiday, Ronald’s family was heartbroken to find their cherished 200-year-old sequoia tree had been mysteriously cut down. This shocking discovery led them on a quest for answers, unraveling unexpected events that disturbed the peace in their neighborhood. Ronald, a 45-year-old man, has enjoyed a fulfilling life with his wife, Irene. They have been happily married for over twenty years and have two wonderful teenage daughters, Stella, 18, and Jill, 15. The girls bring immense joy to their lives, with Stella being independent and Jill known for her kindness.
The family lives in a charming manor divided into three units, surrounded by five magnificent sequoias, each about 200 years old. These trees are not just beautiful; they are a significant part of their family history and home. Things began to change when Barbara moved into the neighboring unit after inheriting her home from her late parents. At first, she seemed friendly, but her behavior took a turn for the worse two years ago after a storm knocked down one of her own sequoias. Since then, she became bitter and envious of Ronald’s family’s trees.
Irene often wondered if Barbara would ever move on from her anger. Ronald noticed Barbara’s agitation as she frequently complained that their trees overshadowed her home, claiming they blocked sunlight and were a danger. One day, while working in the garden, Barbara expressed her frustration, insisting that their trees had to go. Ronald tried to reassure her that the trees posed no threat, but Barbara was unyielding, declaring that they would regret not listening to her.
Despite dismissing her threats as mere complaints, everything changed when they returned from a lovely vacation in France. They were devastated to find their beloved sequoia chopped down, leaving behind a massive stump and two crushed oak trees. Irene was heartbroken, unable to understand how such an act could happen. Their daughters, Stella and Jill, were equally upset, shedding tears over the loss. Although they had no concrete proof, they suspected Barbara was involved.
When confronted, Barbara suggested that a storm might have caused the damage and even demanded $8,000 from them for the destruction and removal of the tree. Ronald was furious, pointing out that no storm had occurred recently. Barbara shrugged off their concerns and walked away, leaving them feeling defeated. However, Ronald remembered he had installed a wildlife camera and hurried to check the footage. He called for his family to come and see what he had found.
Gathered around the computer, they watched in disbelief as the video showed Barbara and two men using a chainsaw to cut down their sequoia. Irene was elated, realizing they finally had the proof they needed. The girls were resolute; Barbara would have to face the consequences of her actions. They quickly contacted their lawyer, and the next day, brought in a tree expert to assess the damage. His findings shocked them. The tree had been planted in 1860 and was one of only 60 remaining of its kind in the country. He warned them that the rotting roots could cause serious issues for their home’s foundation.
Irene was determined not to let Barbara get away with this and insisted they take action. Armed with video evidence, they filed a lawsuit against Barbara. Their attorney was confident that the proof would ensure their victory. The lawsuit demanded compensation for the extensive damages, totaling nearly $700,000, which included the cost to replace the sequoia and repair their property. In court, Barbara initially appeared self-assured, but her confidence crumbled when the video was shown.
The attorney argued that Barbara’s actions were intentional vandalism. Despite her lawyer’s attempts to argue otherwise, the judge ruled decisively in favor of Ronald’s family. Barbara was found guilty and ordered to pay $700,000 in damages. With no choice left, Barbara had to sell her home and leave the neighborhood. As she packed, Ronald and Irene watched from their porch, feeling a sense of justice and closure.
The financial compensation allowed them to pay off their mortgage and make improvements to their home, including a loft conversion and a modern kitchen. They even planted a new 60-year-old sequoia in their garden as a symbol of new beginnings and resilience. Using wood from the felled sequoia, they crafted a kitchen table, which served as a daily reminder of their family’s strength and unity.
When the Andersons moved into Barbara’s old home, they brought new energy to the neighborhood. They loved nature and quickly became friends with Ronald’s family. One morning, Mr. Anderson excitedly showed Ronald their new backyard setup with chickens, ducks, and pygmy goats. Life gradually settled back into a peaceful rhythm, filled with communal barbecues and joyful moments. Ronald and Irene often reflected on their ordeal, thankful for the outcome and the lessons learned.
They decided to start a neighborhood watch program to protect their local environment, bringing the community together. Ronald encouraged everyone to work together to prevent such tragedies in the future. Their home, once marked by conflict, became a symbol of resilience and community spirit. As Ronald looked around, he felt a deep sense of contentment. They had transformed a nightmare into a dream, showcasing the power of love, support, and determination.
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