There lived a boy and a girl. They were friends from kindergarten, grew up and grew up together. Only the boy and the girl were friends, and the girl was in love with him. The boy met with others, separated, ran to the girl to cry. The girl supported him and quietly suffered herself and cuddled alone. And then one day a boy knocked on the door, dressed with flowers. I ask forgiveness, hands and hearts. Seven years have passed since then. They are alive, the children are alive. And all why? Not all people in this world are fools. And those who are fools have a wise mother who once went to her son who was suffering from another foolish star and said, "Igor, this is what you have for a fool, right? You are all foolish, and Olga is cheering! He quickly raised his ass from the couch and began to think!"
Thank you, Mom, for a happy family. Waiting for the second grandson.