well, marysya, you’re sleeping, sleep, sleep. calm down, please, maya vasilievna , we understand, it’ifficult for you, we sympathize with you very much, but try, try to pull yourself together, yes, yes, now, tell me, but marysya died herself, it’s a heart attack, we’re doing this now we’ll find out, but for now , tell me in detail about your sister, about my niece, my brother’s daughter, marisya, we like her they called home among their loved ones, but according to their passport... maria petrovna zabrovskaya, 42 years old, 42, oh, why did you call her marysi, she was always timid, fragile, insecure, orphan fairy tales, read in childhood, well, yes, something i read that there were also gnomes there, yes, a box and an uncertain one. completely unadapted to life, all in itself. maya vasilievna, let 's go out into the air on the bolgon, please, don't touch anything with your hands, come here, here, come on, igor, the ambulance doctors did the right thing in calling us, judging by the condition mucous membranes of the mouth and lips, this is poisoning. poisoning you say, yeah, i don’t li