Moy syn Maksim vsegda byl mne gordost’yu — umnyy, tseleustremlennyy, kak ya v molodosti. Ya, Sergey Petrovich, vsyu zhizn’ prorabotal inzhenerom na zavode, rastil ego odin posle smerti ego mamy.

Desyat’ let nazad Igor’ ushyol. Ya ne budu rasskazyvat’ o slyozakh i nochakh bez sna — eto bylo davno. Ya uchila russkiy yazyk v shkole, rastila dochku Natashu odna, i postepenno bol’ prevratilas’ v shram, kotoryy pochti ne bolit.

Desyat’ let nazad Igor’ ushyol. Ya ne budu rasskazyvat’ o slyozakh i nochakh bez sna — eto bylo davno. Ya uchila russkiy yazyk v shkole, rastila dochku Natashu odna, i postepenno bol’ prevratilas’ v shram, kotoryy pochti ne bolit.