I do not know why, but in the short house we were called “women”. Although we were very young. 12 people and all had to bring new creation into this world soon. From all of us stood out Svetlana – with a big belly – not a very beautiful woman. Naturally, we could never be called beautiful, but light is a separate garden: very complete, the person is all in the edema … Because our ward was on the ground floor, then we communicated with men. And every day we thought about whether our husband would come today.

It was difficult for men: barato worked from morning till evening, someone was from another city. Many women in childbirth at night if they did not see the father of the unborn child during the day, but everything was eventually understood that it was only necessary to endure this difficult moment. The boy of little height, red and in a cap went to Svetlana. The legs of the curves, the word-then is not handsome. But he went every day, bringing an aluminum pan wrapped in a blanket! Every day! The pan has always been potatoes, delicious and hot. Sometimes Sveta was treated as my husband did not come every day.

Svet and red guy almost did not talk. It was visible, the boy in a long road-hour two. And so, we all were written safely. The next time I met the world for 15 years after that street, and again. It turned out that the fourth was born. And she improved: as complete, but very beautiful. And the kids are cute. At some point, a foreign car came to us. The same red guy came out of her, politely greeted me, put his wife and children in the car – and they went. And here I realized that a loving man is not like an aluminum pan in a blanket: no matter what cover. Important – that inside.