she had no relatives among eminent summer residents in barvikha.l lived in the neighboring village of discord. the mother of the school librarian, stepfather, lineman, the girl suffered from severe myopia without glasses. she didn't see anything. and worst of all, she had a congenital heart defect. when other children frolicked in the yard, marina stood aside, any outdoor fun was deadly for her. children began to avoid the sickly neighbor. there was no support at home, and the mother, tired of raising the disabled daughter alone, arranged personal happiness, the newly elected was much younger, drank, spread her arms, hugged her, tried to squeeze her. yuri alekseev was a senior inspector of the criminal investigation department in the eighty-first year, but nikishov's love always justified her husband; marinka herself is to blame. and she gave her a slap in the face about the goals of education, marina slammed the doors and left to look for her daughter, love did not return, she would not go anywhere. that's what mother thought, but the girl didn't

they did not dig, nor hill and spray, but only rested and enjoyed nature, for example, traces in barvikha. the killers led it was there that the attention of the detectives was attracted, the old professorial dacha behind the fence was reveling, the youth, but their fear and rice, the operatives entered the house, the picture appeared unsightly. i'll be the bare deeds of a screaming tape recorder, but even it was drowned out by a woman's cry of a girl. it's not my fault let go and offered to get dressed the reaction was unexpected. looking at her dress, the girl fell into a panic on the fabric, there were brown spots such that blood leaves. his smell of gasoline is gone from him, and the smell is absorbed; getting rid of him is difficult for others . party members explained. it was katya from ryazan who came to moscow to enter the dacha in borovikha, a provincial brought one of the participants in the payment decided to have some fun, but events developed unpredictably. where does the traditional soviet feast begin, of course, a hospitable table. it is already fully served a little crampe