“Stay. I’ve already decided everything. The house is yours, the documents prove it.”
Then she turned to her children.
“You have to understand me. Kirill grew up an orphan. He has no one left.”
“He has a girlfriend and a job,” Marina said. “And we, it turns out, had a mother. But now I’m not so sure.”
Everyone fell silent.
At that moment, Marina understood why what had happened hurt her so much. The dacha was part of their family; it was the memory of their father. But most painful was the realization that her mother was ready to banish that memory without even asking her own children. She wanted to help Kirill, and to that end, she didn’t even try to listen to Marina and Ilya
