The restaurant gathered the whole family. Everyone drank and had fun. There was a barato of exquisite dishes on the table. There were numerous toasts and greetings on all sides. Nina Petrovna was so loudly celebrated. In the midst of fun, no one even noticed that the birthday girl was not very pleased. The tips of her lips were lowered, and there was sadness in her eyes. The holiday ended late at night. The sons of the woman were hopelessly ni, like most guests, so she was sent home to the village by a taxi.

The taxi driver, noticing the expression of the woman’s face, asked: -What happened? Nina Petrovna wiped a lonely slurry. -Do you know what was the holiday? It was my people’s day, but I was superfluous. I looked all the evening at my native faces, which were more interested in food and Alkhol, and thought that the holiday would be over soon, I will be sent to the village and forget, and I would not see them anymore.

I raised three sons, but no one visits me, not even call, live in large city houses, and I in the winter of firewood. The taxi stopped near a small hut. The woman went down and slowly scratched to the house. The taxi driver looked at her for a few minutes. He became a woman, he decided to return in the morning, to get to the house. Only in the morning the woman did not have alive. She fell asleep alone and did not woke up.