Marina and her husband, Dima, were having their own difficulties. They were paying off the mortgage on their two-bedroom apartment. A year earlier, Dima had been laid off from his job and had been taking on assignments ever since. The money was enough for basic expenses, but there was almost nothing left over. After the divorce, Ilya rented a small studio apartment and paid child support for their daughter.
None of them demanded that their mother immediately return the dacha. They were simply certain that their father’s house would one day belong to the children. This was where their childhood had been spent, and everything there still bore the mark of what their father had created with his own hands.“I made the right decision.”
The next morning, Marina went to her mother’s house. Tamara Sergeyevna answered the door in her dressing gown, her hair carefully styled as usual.
