pobyarzhina, in the writer from braslov there is roman valsarp, where it is also about childhood and there shanaevsy, but busy with my own problems there, i really wanted that after all, my child had a partner, such a peer, i’m very glad that, god willing, it worked out, god willing, yes, valeria, well, time really heals, has your pain subsided due to the loss of a loved one, your mother? but, probably , time heals when, firstly , you don’t resist it, you don’t deliberately pull yourself back, i try not to pull myself back, because i know that this again clouds life very much, it prevents you from being, that’s it i hate this feeling of darkness that clouds my vision, now you can walk next to your loved ones to be here in a tv studio, you can drink the most delicious coffee and cake there, i don’t know , everything is just black, i don’t, i don’t hate this state of blackness , it seems to me that this is an abyss, this is hell, with this i really want to destroy it and... different plots that somehow accumulated, some observations that accumulated around some feeling of one plot, a turn, so emotio