Tried to worry
Yulya rejoiced to each stir, imagined their handles of a leg, kept thinking, whether it is good them, whether all of them receive that is necessary.
Tried to worry and be nervous itself as little as possible, behaved it had to, it was obliged to keep for the sake of the kids.
And here it happiness: to go home, to see summer not from a window of chamber, to breathe fresh air.
To iron the already much the grown tummy, to make a declaration of love to crumbs and to feel how they react to gentle talk with them.
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