Nadezhda could not understand in any way what kind of illness she was tormenting. She sleeps until twelve in the afternoon, then makes all kinds of masks, drinks coffee, and the rest of the time chirps on the phone.
The woman hastily shuddered and internally noted the completion of the "flight": she gave birth to a son. She pressed the lukewarm lump close to her, as if afraid to lose it. My heart sank with a hitherto unknown happiness. She touched Dima's cheek with her cheek and whispered softly: "I will do everything so that you never feel pain. Never!"
Life rushed with the speed of an express. Nadezhda was grateful to everyone: the team where she worked, and the neighbors, especially her friend Galina, who protected her and her son from questions, and from the difficult and alarming: "Where is dad?"
Nadezhda's love with a married man was short and tragic. Upon learning that Nadezhda was pregnant, Pavel Ivanovich did not persuade her to "come up with something." On the contrary, he said to be sure to give birth to a son, a brother to his two daughters. He promised Nadezhda, after a business trip, to think over their future, assured that he would never give up his son for anything. I went and never came back. Died in a car crash.
Dima grew up a healthy and inquisitive boy. There are almost no problems. Well, unless he fights with peers or falls off the bike at full speed. And then with tears to my mother: "It hurts!" She presses and says: "No, it is not painful, son, it is not painful." Later, Romik's granddaughter also treated these healing words. And an adult, at that time a son, kept asking his mother: "Well, what kind of power is this healing? It hurts, it hurts. And mom will say" not painful "- and as if all the pain and fear are flying away." Nadezhda Semyonovna answered in one word: "Mother's."
Together with her son and grandson, who came from the city for the weekend, they looked after the garden, grew vegetables on their personal plot. Canned. Cucumbers, tomatoes, apples, and also wild pears were put into small barrels. And then, for each arrival of the crumbs, she baked pies and rolls. And each time she gave gifts to her daughter-in-law. Dasha did not go to the village. She said that rural life was not her element. And she also has allergies to trees and grasses.
One day, in the middle of the week, Dmitry arrived unplanned. He said for a very important conversation. Like, you need to sell the house in order to send Dasha abroad for treatment. Mother did not say a word against it. The house was sold quickly, and she moved to the city to live with her son. And having moved, I could not understand in any way what kind of illness tormented the daughter-in-law. She sleeps until twelve in the afternoon, then makes all kinds of masks, drinks coffee and chirps on three phones - home and two mobiles. In the evening it always disappears, and in the morning it returns. The son keeps asking her to be quiet, so that my mother does not hear. Once, at these words, the daughter-in-law laughed out loud and uttered in a drawn-out: "You, nagulya mediocrity. Not capable of earning money, or his own wife, in a modern way, to love. And your maman ...". And she added words that made Nadezhda Semyonovna feel cold inside ...
The daughter-in-law was still asleep, he was still at the University of Roma, and Dmitry was at work when her old friend Galya came to Nadezhda. She hugged her and asked: "How does a city dweller live?" Hope burst into tears. And she quietly told about her "city" life. Galina, without hesitation, suggested returning to her native village as soon as possible, it would be more fun for them to live together. Dmitry and Roma, as before, will come, and everything will be, as the grandson likes to say, "okay".
"Okay" didn't work. Longing seemed to fetter Hope. I even cried. Only, from time to time, she quietly repeated: "It hurts ...".
Nadezhda Semyonovna was buried by the whole village. On a hot summer day. They did not wait for a son. When I arrived, I told Aunt Galya everything in order. First, the wife delivered an ultimatum: either she or the mother. Then a long business trip, in which he took his son. We agreed with Romka to go straight to the village upon arrival. It didn't work out right away, because classmates encouraged Roman to join the student brigade. I collected, saw off my son, but to my mother, it means I was late.
When they were already standing at the grave, Galina handed out letters to Dmitry. Nadezhda wrote and rewrote everything. She tore up the sheets covered with writing and began again. Therefore, there are very few motherly words on paper: "My dears, son and granddaughters! Both on earth and in the sky I will pray only for you. May happiness never pass you by. May you never be hurt ...".
- Oh, how painful! - exclaimed Dmitry. And two heavy tears rolled down my cheeksĀ
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