On that day there was a strong wind. The women stood with autumn flowers from the garden, the wind tore off the petals and scattered them on freshly dug ground. And their mother seemed to sleep … Some rural grandmothers stood distance without tears and special sadness in their eyes. From habit. In this small village there were some inhabitants, and they were drawn to the last path. Two years ago, they immediately escorted to their last father. All the children came every weekend for almost two months and every time mentally said goodbye to him. That Sunday, too, said goodbye. The mother organized everything herself. Did not ask for help, compassion. She reassured everyone. Marko did not have time to come to his mother, it was reported late. Twins did not have time to say goodbye. The younger sister, tall as brothers, with a long brown braid, still looked like a girl and did not hold tears in her feminine. And she did not have time to find her mother. The mother never complained to children. No. Always light sadness in voice, and never about yourself, no word, all about children, grandchildren. She questioned everything, everyone was interested. “How is Marichka? And Alley bought boots for autumn? Whether Marina Opanasivna “Marco was recovering in her mother for the last time in the spring.

He brought the material to cover the roof, all the summer rushed himself to come, and then sent money for repair. The material stood in the summer kitchen carefully covered with cloths. They returned to the house together. As they left together. Marco took everyone into the city. Twins to work, love to study. The mother stood at the gate, in the sleeveless and waved. Long until the car hid behind the hill. – Will the stove be ignited? Anton asked. Mark looked around and replied: – If not spending, why? -And mom would warm up, even if you didn’t stay overnight. Not cold, ”Luba said, collecting lunch on the table. -Mama, mom, nim moms, now no one ignite the stove … -Sergei merged. “Sit down,” Lyuba put plates on the table. Everyone wounded, put chairs, and everyone was mentioned as it was before, as if nothing had changed. – Do you remember how the mother bought gingerbread and hid in the cowshed, and we found them and ate them secretly with milk? And did not quarrel …, – said Anton. -So she did not quarrel at all, she will look at us only compassionate, and already enough, -said Marco, -loved us and did not complain to her father. -And I am most, -Lyuba said.

-Why did you decide so much for me, so everyone? Said Mark. “No,” Luba stretched, “I remember, we go from the forest, full buckets of strawberries. The sun is so joyful, the birds sing, and she stopped, pressed me to herself and quietly whispering in the ear: – You just don’t speak to any of the brothers, and then be jealous, the mystery will be, realized? “Yeah,” I replied. “I love you,” he says, “is the most, my kind of love.” Sergei interrupted. – Hold on, but my mother also said so: – Remember when I’m weakened. After the discharge, she arrived and took me home. So here we went with her on the bus, she hugged me and said: “I love you all, only this is a mystery, you don’t tell anyone, you hear. Oh, I was glad, I thought she loved Anton more than me. Anton looked at his relatives and smiled. -And my mother warned me not to chat that he loves the most. Marco looked somewhere out the window and sighed deeply, remembering how his mother told him the most important secret of his life, which became a secret ingredient in family happiness. – She loved everyone, she did not require anything in return. She gave everyone she could. Each of us is a lesson – how to live in a family and how to treat children. Do not forget your mother and read your father!