From a mother’s life:
Stephan’s son was taken to his mother. Dima’s husband at work. I was alone at home! All the day! No one orated (Stepa), did not want to eat (Dima), did not give me advice (mama), did not suck a cat (Stepa), did not throw things (Dima), did not kill non-stop (mama), did not pull me for my hair (Stepa), did not leave on the table coffee cups (Dima), did not wipe out these cups (mama). I listened to music loudly, scattered everything, walked with a shaken head, did not wash the cup and slept on the bed in clothes (all is forbidden). I was even sad to sleep that day. Sleep is an unconscious state. And I wanted to feel every minute, to understand it, to feel it.
Previously, this was not appreciated. What I used to call loneliness and longing is now a Mediterranean cruise and an avid party.
For the first time in a year, I stayed home alone. For the first time in a year, I am alone in this apartment. I’ll go, I think, popping up on the bucket in the corridor.
Then I turn and swing on my back, pushing my legs back and dividing my hands to the sides.
And I’ll turn on that kind of music that I usually say, “Are you crazy? I don’t listen to this, it’s Yuri Antonov.”
P.S About the cat. As soon as the door closed behind everyone, the cat fell where he was going. Sleeping or losing consciousness.