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A story from a neighbor in the country ...
Our neighbors in a communal apartment have been different for many years. But, I still can’t forget one family. They came from some village in search of a better life. A man's wife got a job as a janitor - so they gave them a little room in a communal apartment.
They bought furniture, a sofa and an ottoman, a table and chairs, and began to live. They had two children - a son and a daughter. The man drank heavily on weekends, beat his wife, the children hid from him in the kitchen. He was afraid to show himself there drunk, our communal apartment is harsh - they quickly explained what and how it was possible, and what and how it was impossible.
And so they lived. As his wife used to say: “But what - no worse and no better than others. There is work, children go to school, and mine only drinks on weekends and holidays. So we're all fine." The children grew up.
My daughter is already 15 years old, my brother is 16, and they all slept on the same couch. Baba Glasha, another of our neighbors, told their mother: “Marya, it’s indecent for such adults to sleep together! There is nothing to buy a separate sofa for, so let me at least give a folding bed!
But, Marya waved it off, they say, go where you went, Baba Glasha, she has decent children, I don’t think about anything like that, and they don’t know where the children come from either.
And after three months, in the kitchen, the women started talking that Lenka, Marya's daughter, had a growing stomach, and she was sick in the morning. You can't hide anything in a communal apartment, even if you want to. And six months later, a terrible scandal erupted in Mary's family.
Lenkin's belly is already on his nose, you can't hide it. Mother screamed, father drank, brother ran away from home until everything calmed down, Lenka sobbed like a beluga. Who the father was quickly found out - Lenka said that she and her brother "played" at night, and that children come from such games, she did not know. Our communal buzzed like a beehive.
The women spat, the men shook their heads. But there is nothing to do - Lenka gave birth to a daughter. Seems healthy and normal. Marya recorded her as her own in the maternity hospital, so as not to disgrace herself to the end. But, they did not buy a separate place for my son to sleep.
And Baba Glasha with a cot was again sent to hell. Like they explained to him - he understood everything, this will not happen again. So they began to live - already five of us. Their father began to drink even more, and he beat both his daughter and his wife. My son went to vocational school to study, my daughter went to a seamstress at a school. And so they lived.
And again Marya said: “Well, we live well. No worse than everyone else."
A year has already passed since Lenka gave birth to a daughter, and the neighbors are watching - and her belly is climbing again! Baba Glasha Marya said - they say, what is going on? Has your fool knocked up your sister again? Marya grabbed her head, and again a scandal.
Marya yells, Lenka roars, father drinks, brother did not appear at home for three days. And there is nowhere to go already - and Lenka gave birth again. Boy. Seems to be healthy. And again the whole communal buzzed. The women began to talk about whether to write on them where they should be, let them be evicted where, the peasants began to agree. But somehow everything calmed down.
Marya again registered the child on herself. A month later, her husband, drunk, hacked her to death with an axe. Police, investigation, scandal in a communal apartment. In general, they put a man in prison, they gave him a full 15 years. And in the room, Lenka and his brother with the children remained.
Lenka began to sew at home, to take orders, her brother graduated from the factory as a mechanic. A couple of years later, Lenka took the maiden name of her mother, the deceased, and her brother remained on her own, and they went to the registry office and signed.
Well, a month later they gave us a separate apartment, they began to resettle our communal apartment.
And so I remembered this story - I saw this Lenka yesterday. I met by chance. The spitting mother has become! She recognized me. She is 43, she said that everything is fine with her. True brother died five years ago, drunk froze.
The daughter got married, the son is a kalym somewhere in the north. Their father did not return from the zone. Lenka says either he died there, or he didn’t want to return himself. She didn't look for him.
She didn't marry again. One speaks well. “Normally, I live Aunt Masha, no worse than others, I have everything, both work and housing. What else do you need?
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