Here’s a nice story;
The husband kicked his wife out of the house. He beat her sometimes and called her all sorts of words. I don’t want to describe it all. But together with his mother, he kicked this woman out. She also couldn’t have children. Defective, as her husband and his mother called her.
And the days cei kolishnii cholovik zustriv vignan him squad. The first rock mayzhe passed. Duzhe priemna zustrich: yde tsya squad in garny odyazi. I put the wheelchair in front of me with my twins. I’m looking like a kinozirka myself.
Kolishniy cholovik powering tilki: «what is your child?». Rozgubivsya vin. Maybe, having thought, his squad has been signaled to him, they are alive in the heating system, but they are stuck in grief. And the majestic fox colonel vidpoviv kolishnomu cholovikov: «my!».
He was also pushing a grocery cart to the car, a little behind. «Mine!» he says. And then this family left by car. In a good car. And the ex-wife waved to her ex-husband out the window. Like, goodbye, America.
Let meetings with a not very good past happen like this. Good encounters with a bad past. And to be sure to wave your hand, gracefully so, elegantly.
And leave for a happy future.
Author-Anna Kiryanova (psychologist)
