Go back, aunt. Now I can go by myself.

She just stared at his back and watched him arrive at the school gate. How much she loved him? Before she loved him so deeply, her heart had never been so selfless, happy and motherly, and this kind of love was burning more and more brightly. This child, a child with dimples on her cheeks and a hat, was willing to give her life, and she was happy and full of gentle tears. Who can tell what to offer?
After she sent Sasha to school, she went home quietly, satisfied, calm and affectionate. In the past six months, her face has become younger and her face is always smiling and radiant. Everyone who meets her is happy to say to her.
Hello, Olenka. Semenoff, Nabobel, how are you?
It’s not easy to read today. She often said in the market that she asked the first-year students to recite fables and translate Latin yesterday. Do you still have to solve problems for fun? I said, how can children stand it?
Then she talked about the teacher’s homework and students, which Sasha said to her.
At two o’clock, two people had lunch together, did their homework together in the evening, and cried and wept together to settle him down. She went to sleep for a long time, and then he drew a cross to pray, and then he was sleepy. He thought that Sasha would become a doctor or an engineer after graduating from college, and his horse and carriage would become a family. After sleeping, he was still thinking about these with his eyes closed and tears streaming down. The black cat was lying beside her, muttering.
Meow meow meow
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. Olenka woke up and was so scared that she couldn’t breathe. Her heart was pounding. After half a minute, there was another knock at the door.
Kharkov came to report, she thought, shivering. Mother wants Sasha to go back to Kharkov and come back to herself. God.
She was completely desperate, and her hands and feet were cold. It seems that she is the most unfortunate person in the world. Another minute later, the veterinarian came back from the club.
Ah, thank god, she thought
She slowly relieved that the bearer was relaxed. She lay down and thought of Sasha’s next room. When Sasha slept soundly, she heard him talking in his sleep.
Hello, look, let’s go. Don’t fight
In 1899
A woman walking a puppy
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It is said that there is a stranger on the embankment, a woman who walks the dog, Dmitry Dmitric Gurov, who has lived in Yalta for two weeks. He is familiar with this place and has become interested in this strange woman. Sitting in a kiosk in Vernay, he sees a young blonde walking on the embankment. She is not tall, wearing a bonnet and followed by a white-haired lion dog.
Later, he met her in the small park in the street center of the city park. He saw her walking alone several times a day, always wearing the soft hat and the white-haired lion dog. No one knew who she was, so he simply called her the woman who walked the puppy.
She doesn’t live here with her husband and she doesn’t know anyone. Gurov thought she might as well know her.
He is not yet 40 years old, but he has a 12-year-old daughter and two middle school students. He got married very early when he was a sophomore. His wife looks half his age. It seems that his wife is tall and has two black eyebrows. She is frank and dignified. According to her own statement, she is an ideological woman. She has read a lot about whether to write this hard-voiced symbol, not calling her husband Dmitry, but Jimmy Terry. He privately admits that she is shallow and narrow-minded, lacking elegance. He is afraid that she will not stay at home behind her back, and. More than once, probably for this reason, when he talks about women, he almost has no good words. Whenever people talk about women in front of him, he always calls them despicable people.
He thinks he has suffered enough and can scold them at will, but he can’t live without that despicable race day for two days in a row. He feels bored and dissatisfied when he gets along with men, and he doesn’t have much to talk about with them. It’s cold and light, but when he gets to the women’s group, he feels that fish get water because he knows what to talk to them and what attitude to take, and he feels very relaxed when he doesn’t talk to them. His appearance, his personality, his body and mind are fascinating and unpredictable, which attracts women’s favor. At the same time, he knows a force to lure him into the women
Many experiences are really painful. He knows how to get along with women who are sent, especially those who are indecisive and hesitant in Moscow. At first, he can add a little happiness and change to his life. After a small wave, life inevitably evolves into a very complicated big problem. In the end, the situation becomes unbearable, but every time he meets a new interesting woman, he always throws this experience out of the clouds. He is eager for life, so everything seems very simple and fascinating.
One evening, while he was eating in the park, the woman in a bonnet slowly came over to sit at a table next to him. She told him that she was a social woman and a husband and wife. It was her first time to come to Yalta alone, and she felt lonely. He didn’t take it to heart that many of those stories were false, knowing that most of them were fabricated by guys who tried their best and were willing to commit some crimes. But when the woman sat at the table three steps away from him, he couldn’t help but think of those who had an affair. When I heard about the mountaineering trip, I came to a quick and short combination with a woman who didn’t even know her last name. Such an attractive idea suddenly took control of him.
He greeted the lion dog kindly. When it approached, he shook his finger to scare it. The lion dog barked and Gurov shook his finger to scare it.
The woman glanced at him and immediately lowered her eyes.
It won’t bite. She said she blushed.
Can you give it a bone to eat? When she is sure of the place, he asks cheerfully, Have you been in Yalta for a long time?
Almost five days.
I have been here for two weeks.
They were silent for a moment.