feelings for my grandson, we don't communicate and it's practically impossible to say, "hello, elena yuryevna you, we do n't know each other, we talked on the phone for 3 years, via video link, you have amnesia, after such an acquaintance we talked, you have amnesia, i ask, isn't everything okay with me, it seems to me, yes, now i know who vasya is with you, yeah, right, and you, we, wait, you talked, of course, naturally, yulia, so you understand, i called elena." mom, she calls me her daughter, she said that once on a video call, when she tried to get to know you, you turned away, how shameful are you, my god, it's just awful, and to you, to me, and why did i bring you here, to look you in the eyes, to you, to your son, to your beloved daughter-in-law, whom you hate each other, but it turns out that you see there, well, you are a sick woman, forgive me for christ's sake, please, wait, so you know her, well, how are you not familiar, if they lived together, true acquaintance, and you have yu, so that you understand, forgive me, i'll interrupt you, we lived in different cities, we always comm