t swear, i won’t offend her, yes, hello, hello, i’m sasha semyonova’s mother, it’s very nice, taisti petrovnal, i did everything to ensure that sasha didn’t drop out music school, and the piano in our house is the most honorable place, and the tuning was called twice a year, as expected, and she endured these scales every day, i understand you, olga mikhailovna, don’t interrupt me, sasha and i dreamed that she would be a music worker in our kindergarten. when there is only a year left until the dream, and sasha is about to prepare her first matinee, and i will sit in the front row and be proud of my girl, an obstacle to her dream appears, you understand me, yes, i understand you, olga mikhailovna, this is your dream, and you described it perfectly, and what is sasha’s dream, you asked sasha always wanted to be. it’s not true, sasha can shine on the best opera stages, no, but what stages, what opera, she is a stranger in this world, where you drag her, in the world where you drag her, she will wither. “i promised you not to quarrel, i kept my promise, i didn’t say a rude word, thank you, mom,