Grandma's vintage table with three stools

Grandma's table... He haunted me for the last few years, dreamed, tortured me completely. I dreamed of the room in which he stood, I myself dreamed in this room, but my grandmother did not dream. Many years ago, when I was at my most carefree age, both the room and the table disappeared forever. This table (pictured) will never replace That one for me, and my grandmother's was on one leg-paw, but otherwise they are very similar, almost the same age. This one stood for several years on the street under a canopy without hope for the future, and the idea of \u200b\u200bsaving at least him was born in my head, and, you know, the attempt to "replace" the table in my head worked (well, so far). I love this table without any substitutions. Restored, I know what a difficult and painstaking work. Three stools are attached to the table, in the same style) Sometimes I think what my psychoanalyst would say to all this) 80 cm in diameter.