A story from my family. The love of grandparents has become a family legend in our family. When they were still young, my grandfather was bad, a bully, a malnourished mother, a rebel, etc. (At least according to my great-grandfather, who didn't let Grandma see him). Moreover, he was marked by the Devil. There is an ugly scar on one of his cheeks, because as a baby his mother dropped boiling water and scalded it. But they both loved each other very much. So much so that my grandfather walked 10 km in one direction and 10 in the other direction every day to see his favorite girl. The road is up in the mountains - they are from different villages. And in winter, even nowadays, wolves come out on the road, and in spring, bears. She was waiting for him at the fountain, where they would sit on a seat and sing songs. Only when he came did she sing, otherwise she would refuse. To this day there is a wonderful, copper voice and her grandchildren listen to her in admiration even if we are already married and have made her a bunch of great-grandchildren. They both, they're just fused. Nothing and no one was able to separate them. For the girl with the braids I go and go in the rain, in the heat, through storms. One day, in our area it is called a sword. The road was blocked and the snowstorm was so strong that if you stopped, the snow would bury you. And he was walking because he had promised to go. Shortly before Grandma's village, there is a steep ravine by the road, one wrong step and you are dead. Grandma's father wouldn't let her out. "Let this traitor's ego burst" and punished her. She ran away from home, took a lamp from the barn and set off on the road outside the village. And she started singing. Grandpa always tells us how he was guided only by her voice, and then he saw the light. She told him her father wouldn't let her, that she had run away from home to meet him, she was only in her undershirt and some vest, which she grabbed in a hurry, her legs were bare. He picked her up and carried her home through the blizzard. For many years after, her father had not forgiven her for this betrayal. In fact, he softened when she left and left my father on his lap. Today, my grandmother is 73 and my grandfather is 75, and they are just as much in love. They sleep in the same bed, cuddle, hang out. They are as if one body, one heart, one brain. I don't know if the quiet agricultural life in the village helped them (and especially my grandfather), but last winter, when we were their guests, they put me to sleep on the first floor because it was warmer. During the night I would get up and hear some muffled moans, whispers, giggles, some torn phrases from their room. I hurried back to my room so as not to disturb them. In the morning I just joked about them, and they blushed like little children and grandma, because I was poisoned more with a wooden spoon and just said "You don't deny it like that at people's doors" and laughed. I know it took a long time, but ... otherwise I wouldn't explain well why I think they still have an intimate relationship and love each other. Maybe there really is something like predestination, I know. But it's just nice to watch them take care of each other, how they hang out, how they love each other. They recently celebrated 50 years of marriage. To be alive and healthy otherwise I would not explain well why I think they still have an intimate relationship and love each other. Maybe there really is something like predestination, I know. But it's just nice to watch them take care of each other, how they hang out, how they love each other. They recently celebrated 50 years of marriage. To be alive and healthy otherwise I would not explain well why I think they still have an intimate relationship and love each other. Maybe there really is something like predestination, I know. But it's just nice to watch them take care of each other, how they hang out, how they love each other. They recently celebrated 50 years of marriage. To be alive and healthy
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If people love each other, they have sex until old age. I heard from an elderly grandmother that she did it with her husband until his death, and he died at about 80 and a few. Well, it's not like it used to be, but they still kept the closeness, nothing that didn't always work out. So there is no age for sex and love!