And in a day nursery
And in a day nursery education goes quickly, there children continually: mine!
, mine!
.
I came for the boy, and he rushed to me, clasped knees and shouts, victoriously looking back: Mine father!
Whose heart will not tremble?
One of the great touched minutes of happiness in the life and counted them everything four.
Four minutes from eighty years!
I do not know, how many they will be when also I decide to count minutes remains; but moments in the doorway The father came!