death of her adoptive parents, she decided to find out the secret of her birth, in our studio lyubov chukavinayubov, hello! people began to gather near the doors of our class groups of people from the orphanage, children from the orphanage, that is, they stood, pointed their fingers at me, so it seemed very strange to me, it was then that a thought, as if some kind of thing arose in my subconscious, that something was wrong then, and you didn’t approach them, no, no, i was, i was shy, as if just maybe , i didn’t want to know the truth, when i became an adult, i started to find out from my classmates , it turned out that someone told them, to this day i still don’t know who it is, well... it doesn’t matter how they could know the secret that you are not my own, you see, the thing is that my mother worked as a teacher at the same school, perhaps she somehow unknowingly let something slip, and your mother is a teacher, yes, of the lower grades, why didn’t you approach your mother then, i didn’t have a trusting relationship with my mother, let’s put it this way, that is , they didn’t let me get cl