Two of a casket... for the former. Gaybatova M.

- Sveta! Kostya! - I shout helplessly. “You have not seen the boy and the girl about this growth.” They are similar, like two drops of water, twins.

But passers -by only shake their heads and return to their children. I am running further along the square and, finally, I see my plows.

- Here you are! You can’t run away, we agreed! - I fly up to the children, catch them and kiss them in turn in the top of the head.

- Marina? - comes from the side.

I raise my eyes, and there he... the father of my blood, with whom we should never have met. He was my first love. We dreamed of getting married and escaping from everyone. And in the end, I ran away alone.

Pregnant and devoted...