The road history.

Father with things went ahead, paving the road in the railway station crowd, my mother with me - a three-year-old - was hardly behind.
Suddenly they heard a loud cry.
There was a girl standing by the wall, crying in her voice.
Two sick women comforted her.

Passengers with knots and suitcases stopped, and, curiously, stretched their necks.

The father decidedly turned, apologized, accidentally pushing someone, placed a suitcase and backpack next to the girl, and asked her - what happened?

Blinking, the girl explained that she came to Kyiv from Tomsk to enter the institute, the exams fell, was going to return home, but now - at the train station - her wallet with tickets, and all the money was stolen.

The father turned to the assembled, removed the cap from his head, put a cherry in it, and said loudly:
and yes! The citizens! Help the girl quickly!
Village aunts turned to the wall, and got through the sinuses nodules with money. The men were put in their pockets. The cap filled quickly.

Later, years after my father’s death, my mother recalled:

“I just stood by and held you by the pen. Not to lose you in the crowd. You were very shrewd. She stood, watched the Wheel, and was proud of them. He went to a military. He was buried in the wallet. I knew officers were all rich. Look at how much money he has in his wallet.
He got one banknote, and I was glad that the girl would have enough of that money. But he pretended how much money was in his hood, and said that there was still not enough for him to deliver. When the people added, he put his note in his cap, pulled out from there as much as he considered necessary, and left. Collie and I looked after him and looked around. We understood each other very well.
The girl did not cry anymore.
She was ashamed of people’s attention. She was very embarrassed that an unknown man was helping her.
Your father was very brave and beautiful. You remember it, right? There are photos.
The girl said, “Enough! Enough for the ticket!”
Nicholas looked at the clock and said, "Now it's a little more, you need to eat on the road."

Then he gave her the money, folded the backpack on his shoulder, picked up the suitcase, and said to me, “Let’s run! We are late!”

“You know, son,” concluded the mother, “there are many good people! There is little initiative!”