nothing, tanich, tanya, because you won’t leave us, tanya, mom, what are you talking about, don’t cryt, because she can’t see your tears, well, i can’t either, well, i won’t cry, well, you must forgive the letter, now, of course, but well, hello, precious do! tanyusha, i’m writing this letter to you, your dear mother buyanova, natalya avdelna, for 17 years i kept crying for you day and night, i still didn’t believe in your grief, so i happened to live to see a bright day, come daughter, even for a day, i ask you , that's why that grandpa and i can’t even think about anything now, only about you, we are already completely exhausted from this melancholy. and we live well, we have a cow in its fifth year, 15 chickens, and potatoes, and we got it from the collective farm , so don’t doubt about it and write back quickly when you arrive, godfather vasilisa danilovna and godfather fyodor mikhailovich and cousin your uncle trofim maykevich, and we don’t have any other relatives, so we’re left with your own mother, buyanova natalya avdievna. and grandfather, where is his bitterness, it turns o