that is, i inspired myself that this is slavik's son, that this is my grandson, slavik's nose, eyes, my features are common. well, in general, slavikow, happy, and i was doubly happy for my son because of my grandson, then you had no idea that the boy might not be yours by any means. and told their son. uh, what a baby was born, of course, asked, who does your mother look like? i say, son, do not hesitate, i speak directly. here, i say, you are a copy, well, of course i say, do you remember tatyana how artyom first called you grandmother. i really waited for artyomochka to speak, and now the first words, and even, in my opinion, the first words were not mom, dad, but my grandmother was crying with happiness, i was very, very happy. maria helped to educate. son in the upbringing, of course, i did not participate. masha lived separately with her family with her parents. well, well, i tried my best help as much as she could. uh, i was carrying bags of food, money, clothes, that is, everything that i could tear off, one might say, from myself. well, when your son was freed, the first thing he went, of course, was to look at his son. ye