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Nadya did her best to distract the children from gloomy thoughts, treating them to yoghurts and fruits:

“But your dad is here,” she tried to console Petya, and at the same time Varya, who sympathized with him.

But the guy shook his head negatively:

– I don’t have a father. More precisely, there is, but he lives in another city. We hardly see each other.

– How? But yesterday…

“This is my uncle, my mother’s brother,” Petya muttered, expressing his attitude towards his relative in a tone. “Mom asked him to take me to the hospital when I felt sick with my stomach.

– So what, you live alone while your mother is in America?!

– No, with my grandmother. More precisely, with my great-grandmother. But she is very old and sick.

Nadya sighed sadly. Poor kids! It seemed to her that she would never have left her people for so long and so far. And even more so, she would not have disappeared without communication.

She wanted to stay longer in the hospital, but she still needed to prepare for going to the theater with Anatoly, and the nurses were already looking at their cheerful company with disapproval.

* * *

Tolik arranged a meeting at the entrance to the railway station: it was most convenient to travel by train, so that there would be no traffic jams there and back. Nadya arrived there by bus, which was not easy, given the heels (albeit small, but still unusual for her feet). She was also cold while walking from the stop to the porch of the station, because her mother persuaded her to wear a silk dress from prom and thin nylon tights, and only a raincoat on top, and did not even allow her to put a warm jacket between them, so as not to look like a collective farm when she undressed in theater foyer…

And what was Nadya’s surprise when, after all these difficulties and hardships, she found Tatyana Dmitrievna near the entrance! Tolik, of course, was also there, but he seemed to be slightly hiding behind his mother’s wide back, either from the fresh spring breeze, or from Nadya.

“H-hello,” she muttered in confusion, turning mainly to her potential mother-in-law.