I’ll never forget how a comrade, who couldn’t get out of the office, asked me to come to the station and meet his aunt. I found an old lady in the wagon, for some reason with a test and a bunch of bags, explained that Lenia is very busy, and I will take them to him now. His mother-in-law called him Leish, but I did not pay attention to him.
Yyy: Well, and Lecha, Lenia, what’s the difference?
Why did I have to ask my name right at the station? I still can’t forget the comrade’s eyes and his compressed question: “Who did you bring?” They were very different people they forgot to meet.