After the mother is not a hundred, Nadia, Lesha, Pasha and Anton very rarely came to the cottage. Everything was reminiscent of mom. At first, they were very very used to the absence of mom. In the summer, the boys decided to go to their father to another city, but on the road they decided to gather in spirit and return to the cottage. Everything was in the house as before. It seemed that a mom with a tray, full of potato pies and cabbage would come out of the kitchen. But … there was no mom.

The guys stood in the threshold for a few minutes. Here the oldest, Alexei, said: – Let’s go to the kitchen, we have sandwiches. Let’s arrange a mini-trans-transverse and go on. – We will not sink? Nadia asked. “We will not stay here for a long time, there is no point,” Lesha said. – And my mother would have drown … – Pasha gave out. “Yes,” Lesha was always impulsive, “there is no mom. Do not return it. Enjoy what you have. The silence hung in the air.

Nadia spread food on the table. The boys began to eat and remember their mother. “After all, she loved me the most …” Nadia said. – What is it? Anton asked. – When we came back with her from the market, so much got so much … She stopped me and said, “I love you the most, just do not speak to the brothers, I will have a gift yet …”. “Yeah,” said Anton, “when I was lying in Likar, she told me the same.”

I was so happy, and she thought me least because I often get to Likarna. “You won’t believe it,” Pasha said, “she loved me more too.” And everyone laughed. Lesha sat, looked at the younger ones and quietly remembered all the wise words of his mother. Suddenly, his eyes glittered. – She always gave, without demanding anything in return. She listened to everyone, and she worked in herself. Mom helped everyone what she could, how she had … do not forget her and honor her father!