He didn’t discover any spectacular secrets. He had not found hidden money or love letters for someone else.
She had found something much harder to watch: traces of a life in which her husband had always thought of others, while she had become accustomed to considering him inferior.
For the first time, he wondered when he had said to him last time “thank you.”
He couldn’t remember it.
A few days later, Denis came home from Bucharest.
Larisa was waiting for him in the suffrage, convinced that the boy will take his side.
“Denis, your father has lost his mind. He left me because of jokes!
The young man left his bag by the door.
“Mom, it’s not because of jokes that he left.
And you start?
- I’m not starting anything. I just heard those jokes all my childhood.
Larisa has frozen.
I wanted to educate you!
I know you wanted me to be well. But you taught me to be ashamed of my father. And I had no reason to be ashamed of him.
