& nbsp; Rita-Margot was pleased with her trip home. The relations in the Moscow publishing house also developed well. This publishing house transferred money to ANRE for Rita's business trip to France. At Rita's insistence, the contract was changed. Now for the translations of the novels of ANRE, Rita will personally transfer the money. She got a good amount of money for her work. Passed on reading and publication translation his novel. Everything was going well. Yura's son is already an adult. He passed the exams to the naval Academy in the direction of the school. The guy is tall, slender, flexible, like all the Africans of his tribe. He knew several languages perfectly, except Russian and Belarusian-French and German. The Russian Navy needed such people. Yura liked to study very much. He fell in love with Leningrad. I met a girl, a native of the Northern capital of Russia. They're still romantically involved. Rita had to confess to her son about meeting mark and her love for him. About the father reported that he died long ago. They talked for a long time about life and their son's plans for the future. They decided to keep their house in Belarus.
Rita had a day before departure and decided to stop by to visit the grave of her mother and her old friend Shura. Arrived by train early in the morning and knocked on the door of her apartment. There were loud voices. Shura opened the door in tears. She hugged Rita and cried even louder.
& nbsp; - Shura! What happened, calm down. Let me pass and tell me what happened in this house. We went into the kitchen. There was a broken plate of half-eaten porridge on the table.
& nbsp; - Shura! Are you crying over a plate? Rita asked.
& nbsp; - No, Rita, because of the daughter. She always hits the dishes if she doesn't like the food. I'm tired of picking up the pieces. It's not like that. And clothes, and school, and food...
& nbsp; - She's lying! a child's voice came from the room. "She's lying! Don't listen to her!
& nbsp; - Anya! Come out and talk... I'm aunt Rita... do you remember me?" a calm voice said Rita
& nbsp; - No! I don't remember! I don't want to know you... I'm not going out! I'm going to school.
Rita and Shura looked at each other in silence. "Let him go to school.".. We'll talk later, " Shura said.
& nbsp; Rita did not recognize Anya, such a sweet and beautiful child in early childhood. Now an eight-year-old girl came out of the nursery, her head held high and her eyes haughty. She looked at her mother and Rita with disdain, and went out, slamming the door loudly.
& nbsp; - What is it with her? Rita asked in surprise. "Is she ill, or have you spoiled her?" Where did she get her contempt for her elders and her disobedience? Shura was silent for a long time without saying a word. "Well," said Rita, " let's Put it off for later. Feed me, I'm off the road or give me some tea. It was felt that Shura was not at all disposed to talk about her daughter.
& nbsp; Shura calmed down a little and began to ask Rita questions about life in France. Whether it is good for her there. How and where she lives. What he does...Rita didn't want to talk about her life in detail. And I went to Shura with the hope of telling her everything and consulting her. The conversation didn't go well. Rita answered in monosyllables. They ate and drank tea in silence.
- I realized that I did not come to court. I can leave my things with you while I go to the cemetery to visit my mother's grave. Shura nodded his head.
It was snowing. It was cold and uncomfortable. The dream of a good and pleasant meeting with a friend did not come true. "Then we must pack up quickly and go back." I have nothing else to do here. So was thinking of Rita, approaching her mother's grave. It was covered with snow. Rita kicked off the snow. I corrected the sign and thought about when and how to put a monument to my mother. it's time to do it. I remembered my mother and her friend Sophia Ivanovna. A wise and beautiful woman with a difficult fate. "And there's her grave somewhere." - thought Rita decided its find. Wandered for a long time. Dropping snow from the signs. I found an abandoned grave of Sophia Ivanovna. No one had visited her for a long time. "Why not?" Rita thought. "I see! The daughter will not come to her mother's grave. He couldn't forgive her. And the granddaughter and son-in-law? Why don't they clean up the grave? There was a man. Labored. Raising children, taking care of them. And suddenly, some quarrel separated them. Children cease to respect and feel sorry for their parents... Even the grave is not visited. How terrible! Rita suddenly felt sick... In sight I something not the ate have Shura's or this & nbsp; nerves... Something was beginning to worry Rita. But what? What had she forgotten? I'll remember again... Remember..
When Rita came back. Shura was already calm. She tidied the kitchen and invited Rita to the table. Rita refused, said that she had something wrong with her stomach. Shura silently hugged Rita and sat down at the table. And then it burst... She talked, wept, and complained about her daughter, her husband, and her fate. Something strange was happening to her daughter. When she was three years old, she was talking to some invisible uncle. She shook her finger at him. Laughed. "Who are you talking to, daughter?". Shura asked her. - With uncle... Anya answered. "Where is he, and what is he like?" Shura asked again. - There... Anya pointed to the corner. "He's sometimes beautiful, sometimes scary. I'm afraid of him sometimes.
& nbsp; - I took her to a child psychiatrist. And took her to her grandparents. The psychiatrist put her on the account. And after an old herbalist had given her a drink and whispered over her. Anya's visions stopped. But as soon as she went to school, her character changed for the worse. Became capricious, fastidious. She began to raise her voice at me and my husband. That's our business. You already forgive me Rita, that so not friendly you were greeted.
- Shura! Maybe we should show your daughter to a psychiatrist again. Ask them for directions to Kiev. Let them put her there for examination, " Rita suggested.
& nbsp; - No! Shura replied. "I don't want the school to know she's sick." They would tease her. "Yes, and they might stab her in the hospital.". I don't know what. She will be treated...
- that's ridiculous, thought Rita
& nbsp; - Shura, if you care about the child. But you don't know how to deal with it, ask the teachers, the class teacher for advice. She'll tell you something... You've been talking to her for a long time.
& nbsp; - Only once. She hailed Anya. She said she didn't behave well at school. In the classroom, no one wants to sit and be friends. Everyone interferes with her. Offered my Anechka, sit on the back of an empty Desk. There she will sit alone and no one will disturb her. Shura said indignantly. "After that, I stopped going to parent - teacher meetings," Shura finished.
& nbsp; - do You think you are doing the right thing? Or maybe Anya is really sick? Maybe the child has to come a mental breakdown from overwork... Rita didn't have the words to convince him. She already saw the reason.
- And maybe she's not sick at all. Maybe it's your lack of education. Talk to a psychologist or psychiatrist yourself. Tell them the whole situation..
& nbsp; - No! They will say that we are bad parents and will teach us... Shura replied stubbornly.
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; - then tell me what you want? And from me personally! What can I do for you, " Rita insisted.
& nbsp; - I thought you were a friend and something to advise me...
& nbsp; - Advise! Buy a book on child psychology and read it... Maybe you'll find an answer for yourself there... And a book on parenting to boot, " Rita said.
& nbsp; - you are a good judge. You didn't give birth at forty. And you will never have small children again, " Shura almost shouted.
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; thank You for the & nbsp; reproach and prediction, " replied Rita. She dressed, picked up her bag, and went out. I stopped a taxi and went to the station. Although there was still a lot of time before the train left for Moscow. I sat at the station and went over in my mind all that was said. But something was missing... Very significant... Very disturbing... But what? I tried to remember and couldn't."I'll remember," Rita decided. The next day, at dinner, Rita was in Paris. Something was waiting for her. Something very important... She had forgotten something... I tried to remember everything and couldn't. The anxiety did not leave her.
to be Continued.
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