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.
This boy dreamt of buying his mom a home after living in subsidized housing with mice & became a millionaire star
This young man was raised as an average youngster in Stratford, Ontario, participating in sports like hockey and soccer. He is originally from London, Ontario.
This young man was raised as an average youngster in Stratford, Ontario, participating in sports like hockey and soccer. He is originally from London, Ontario.
His early interest for drumming was fostered during church visits where he would watch the drummer, saying, “Ever since I can remember, I’ve always loved music.” He went on to teach himself how to play the piano, guitar, and trumpet while taking drum classes.
The boy’s mother continued to be his greatest supporter despite their financial difficulties, posting videos of him performing soul covers on YouTube. Despite her inability to purchase drum kits, she got him drumsticks so he could drum on the ground.
When he was twelve years old, he entered a local talent competition and placed second with a performance of Ne-Yo’s “So Sick.” His mother posted footage of him performing on YouTube so that others could see how committed she was to promoting his potential.
The boy’s luck altered as his musical ability flourished. He made almost $3,000 doing everything from busking in front of a Stratford theater during the summer to shrieking pop songs while brushing his teeth.
With this fortune, he was able to take his family on their first-ever Disneyland vacation, realizing a dream for them. Once restricted by his lack of resources, the child now gets to walk into a restaurant and order without looking at the menu.
Justin Bieber thought back on his history and admitted that although they didn’t have much money, he had a happy childhood. His lack of riches gave him a profound respect for money.
Bruce Dale, Justin’s grandfather, said that despite Justin’s gifts and unwavering work ethic, he was a good youngster who rose to prominence in today’s popular music.
Scooter Braun, a rising star in the music industry and party promoter in Atlanta, saw Justin Bieber’s YouTube videos and took an interest in the singer-songwriter.
At first, Braun was looking for a different YouTube sensation, but his attention was drawn to Justin’s incredible vocal ability. Braun was determined to find Justin, so he tracked down the busking video, found his school, and persistently contacted Justin’s mother, Pattie.
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