thirty-year-old evgeny nazaev sadly sorts through the toys of the sons of his beloved maria brodyanskaya a month ago in his one-room apartment in the village of belozyorka samarskaya the area was heard the clatter of little feet and effervescent children's laughter. this is this this is their favorite two things two cameras of each other, they loved to be photographed. it’s just that the children left in me scare things. eugene keeps the toys of the boys in case they return and says that he is even ready for redevelopment in the apartment so that other people’s sons who call him dad can comfortably have a bunk bed. i would like to, but her children are mischievous to climb, because god forbid we leave if he needs an eye for all her things maria left the former apartment from the visor only children's in the closet, there are warm sweaters for walking, small jeans, jackets and hats. here they did one last time in the kitchen, as if out of habit they cooked for the whole family. to be rich, maybe they, well, with pork ribs, a modest photograph occupies a special place in yevgeny's house. m