I have never had a normal relationship with my sister Miroslav. And we had different fates. Although I was younger, I married the first. At first we lived in mother -in -law, and then life began to get better – and we went to a rented apartment. We have four children with Yura – three daughters and son. Of course, sometimes it was not easy: sometimes it happened that they saved every penny, only to kick children or felt pens. The sister married at a fairly late age-when she was 38. She had a rich man, and she worked, earned it well, spent everything on herself.

But for all these years, she did not even kill her nephews … After marriage, Miroslav stopped communicating with us. She lived in oil, and I sometimes went to look at her big house, but little was visible behind the high fence. I once called her and asked to borrow some money for the children – but she refused. The man loved Miroslav very much, so he immediately rewrote a huge house, because they did not have children. Time passed, our children grew up, and my husband and I started to go to work in turn. They were able to kick the apartment, then – a small country house. But Miroslava went the opposite.

When Nommer, a man, his whole legacy, except for the promised house, went to children from his first marriage. And now the sister was in such a position that she lived in a large house, but there was no money even to pay for communal. When she came and began to pray me to borrow her money, I asked her: -And how will you give? It is better to get home. -Do I can not: the memory of a man. My sister was offended because I refused her in Borru. But did she forget how she sent me in those days when we did not have a kina for a crumb of bread? I think the sister got what she deserved. Let it be twisted as we did our time.