Once in the hospital, a neighbor was taken out of intensive care after a complex operation. She’s so clean. She asked me to wash her. I brought a jug of warm water and took a large glue, and carefully and carefully washed my head and all of it. I changed my clothes. She wrapped her bed sheet with a thorn. She’s so small. I put it on my pillows and hear it.
— Not killed yet.
I was scared, I thought I was delirious.
— Kindness hasn’t been killed yet. Alive! How they shoot. And from TV screens and songs, evil and all dog life. She’s alive.
Neighbor’s name was Nyura. She has three sons and a husband. Male kingdom. We did. Heads below the shoulders. We made her bed. The eldest son — stocky strong man, wrapped his mother in a blanket and took in his arms. And she looked at her son’s arms as a teenage girl. He even jokingly rocked her like a baby.
— I’ve had it, our beach! Father borschee cooks, but you can’t compare it to yours. You should be home soon. We will put you on the couch, cover you with a blanket, and only your instructions will be followed. We can’t do anything. I’ll learn how to cook borscht your way.
— Don’t leave us, Mom. We’re sick without you.
The youngest even had tears in his eyes. Meanwhile, the husband whipped up the mattress, then ironed it. He also laid the sheet and smoothed it so that there was no fold anywhere. He took the pillow to the hospital balcony and there stabbed it so patiently that the feather fluffed conscientiously. Give up.
When everyone left, the eldest son stayed.
— Mom, I need to get married. The circumstances. You know that. When you were so sick, there was no wedding. Now let’s just sit in a restaurant. Do you mind? And the ultrasound showed that we have a girl. You okay? Do you mind?
— How can I object? It’s your choice and your life. Bless you.
Mother baptized her son. There was silence in the room.
«Now I’ll get better quickly,» Nyura said. And she recovered. It was for what.
— I want my granddaughter to wait. And when I am born, I will immediately go to buy bows and dresses. I’m tired of those trousers and trousers.
The room laughed.
For the sake of expecting such happiness, it is worth living in the world.
Author: Valentina Telukhova
The Holy Land Charitable Foundation
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