A review by bluecaty
Din cer au căzut trei mere by Narine Abgaryan

5.0

Some stories speak to your soul more than others. Some speak about your past or the past of your ancestors or about the similarities between your culture and the characters' culture and mentalities. For me, this story was a balm, a bitter-sweet reminder of villages where children grow up and leave never to return, of grandmas and grandpas, of people who are left behind as if they live outside time, anchored in their traditions, in their routines, superstitions, and tales. Only that they aren't spared by the passing of time and sometimes we, with the mind of the young, cannot comprehend until it's too late, their trust in us, their sacrifice of letting go, and their teachings that we cannot listen to anymore.
I cried by the end of it, even though the ending is sweet. A very tender story, of humans in their faults and simplicity. I recommend it to anyone who spent their childhood under grandparents' care, to anyone who lived in the countryside as a kid, to anyone who left chasing "better". Sometimes better isn't more, it's just recognizing what we had in the first place.