And in a day nursery

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!

Похожие статьи

Ваше имя
Ваша почта
Город, область
Рассылка комментариев





Ввести код:
  • Marshak, The uvula
  • Lips in a smile, teeth
  • The boy tries
  • Therefore
  • I subscribed. Both
  • In it and cooperation
  • Hm! the writer
  • Also I feel
  • baby
  • Development