in our studio is the mother of the deceased, irina kravtsova. “hello, irina, please accept our condolences, how long has your daughter been with you, more than a year already, what is her name, tanya, irina, you miss your daughter very much, of course i do, i would like for me to dream about her, at least once it happened, but i never dream about her, i would like to talk to her, i would like to hug her, i would like her to be at home, nikita is behind her, her little brother, he’s bored, constantly thinks , talks about her, you probably still is you’re waiting for your daughter to come home, of course , i’m waiting, here we have a sidewalk above the yard, along the street of the house, and young people walk around as best they can, it probably already seems to me that i feel that there’s laughter, there’s looks like her, that... my tanya is laughing, i keep thinking that she, well, will come in, well, she will come in, she will come in, the dog barks, i still look out the window all the time, no, i go out onto the street, onto the veranda , some