elena and her sons, blue, strange eyes, i wrote to you about her once, she came to me and said, hanna semenivna ask you to put away your things in the evening and i will move into your room, ok, then i will move into yours, i said , she answered, no, you will move into the closet behind the kitchen, i refused there is no window or stove, i went to the clinic, and when i returned, the door to my room was broken, my things were dumped in the closet, my neighbor told me that i kept the sofa, it still won't fit in your new room, it's strange, she graduated as a technician and her late husband was a nice, quiet accountant was an accomplice, you are an outlaw, she said in such a tone as if it was very profitable for her, the new syllia and her daughter olenka sat with me all evening, i told her fairy tales. she did not want to sleep, her mother took her away, and then our clinic was reopened, and the coin of another doctor the jew was fired, i asked for money for a month's work, but the new manager told me to let stalin pay you for what you earned under the soviet regime, he does not care about mosco