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my son everything is all right" – she told so as if she did not understand at all what was meant by Larisa when she told that it will be a question of Roman? – with my son everything is all right. We have nothing with you to speak about it.

      Larisa told the convincing tone.

      – No, is about what, believe.

      The hope frowned, and with clean that on is a jeer asked.

      – Well and about what with you to speak to me?

      Here Larisa blurted out.

      – About the child.

      The hope choked. Then thought.

      "Yes as she dares? To come to me to the apartment and to say that she is pregnant. She is pregnant, and me what? Well she became pregnant what it? Each woman will give rise sooner or later what to a tut of it"?

      Here Larisa added.

      – Father Roman, your son.

      Here Nadezhda stood. It was in full confusion. If she still hoped that this woman will leave while the going is good that she will manage to show the door it, and to tell Roman that it did not come, then here was absolutely differently. According to her, Larisa was only the impudent maid who deigned to come to it home and to say that her son the father of her child? It had enough impudence to say directly it all this directly? Here is the BOUGH! The BOUGH also is.

      Larisa asked permission to enter the apartment to talk in a quiet situation.

      Nothing remained to Nadezhda how to invite her to the apartment where they had a serious conversation.

      But before we will look how there lives Nadezhda. She lived in three to the apartment. Ancient furniture, the nineteenth century was not bad combined with an interior. One of rooms was a study of Nadezhda. In it there was a table book racks on which there were many books. The books relating to history and philosophy. The matter is that she was a teacher, the dean of the historical and philosophical university in one of the cities being the USSR. The second room was sleeping. In it there was a bed, the TV, and other. The third room was a drawing room. Nadezhda received guests in it.

      Having passed to the living room, Larisa asked.

      – It is possible to sit down?

      To sit down was where. The big table standing in the middle of the room, seemed as it is impossible the best in order that at it to hold negotiations.

      The hope cold answered.

      – And I have a choice? Of course you sit down. – then she grinned. – Not to stand to us really?

      Larisa sat down at a table, and Nadezhda opposite to her. She told.

      – I listen.

      Larisa asked.

      – Tell, you it is aware of our situation with Roman?

      The hope steamed.

      – Of course it is aware. My son always tells me about the problems.

      – Means you know …

      – That you is pregnant. – Nadezhda killed it. – Of course I know. And what? Now you will file a lawsuit against alimony? Yes. – It showed to Larisa a fig. – Not for this purpose I raised it that some there whore enticed from us alimony? – will not leave, still it is necessary to prove that this his child. And that will oversleep with all there, and then look for who could provide the degenerate.

      Larisa having quietly listened to Nadezhda, told.

      – I am not a whore. Roman's child. This will confirm any analysis of DNA.

      – Aha? – With a hated look Nadezhda looked at Larisa. – Analysis of DNA, here laughter! Yes it and can be forged.

      Larisa immediately steamed.

      – It you about?

      The hope hesitated. It was visible that she hides something? Something that concerned it one. It, and more than anybody.

      Larisa assumed.

      – Means you gave birth your words to the degenerate?

      The hope grew hysterical. – Do not dare to call my son the degenerate! – on her face there was a rage in a resnicker with hatred and rage. – You, whore! – then she added. – Not the degenerate, he has my son the father.

      Larisa did not sustain. She tried to be courteous, but this conversation left much to be desired. The hope apprehended Larisa in bayonets, she felt in it threat for the little son, for the Roman. She as could, bellowed.

      – And you do not call me the whore, and my child the degenerate! – then it steamed. – I am not a whore! I just fell in love with your son.

      The hope grinned.

      – Did you fall in love with it? How it is strange to hear it from you Larisa? You do not love it, you just want it. – she made a pause. – I do not know who the father of your child, but if it he, my son, then I do not envy you. He is married. He is married long ago, and he is not going to get divorced because of a love petty intrigue.

      Larisa immediately asked a question.

      – You are confident in it?

      The hope assured.

      – On all hundred.

      Larisa smiled. In her smiles there was something ominous. Hope could not understand that it wants to tell this ominous smile to it now. She for a second felt ill at ease. She felt that Larisa wants to tell something, something that never concerned her, something that she always knew, but was afraid to admit it to herself.

      Larisa knew that this news to Nadezhda was not news about which she did not know. She, of course, well knew about her, but preferred not to extend to this subject. Larisa told.

      – And Roman said to me that he wants children, and I will give him them.

      These words shocked Nadezhda. She knew about a problem in their family, but this problem was only in their house. Out of limits of their walls, nobody was able to afford it to take out.

      The hope immediately steamed.

      – His wife will take care of it.

      Here Larisa unexpectedly asked.

      – You are confident in it?

      At this moment, Nadezhda understood that Larisa knows everything. Roman told it that Vera will never give birth to him the child. It was really impossible? On Vera's assurance, she could not give rise. But his mother knew what put not in Vera, matter in Roman at all. But, whereas it promoted new life? It remained a question number one.

      The hope assured Larisa again.

      – On all hundred.

      Larisa immediately steamed.

      – And so it does not seem to me.

      It seemed that it simply plays with Nadezhda. She knows everything about Roman, and now wants that his mother understood that?. what does his mother have to understand? It is obvious to understand the son, and this сидящею before it the young woman. She is pregnant! She is pregnant from Roman! This has to accept Nadezhda. But it did not accept it. She did not even want to listen about it. For her son there was one wife, she was called Vera. It, and any more than nobody she chose for the son. Let will be happy!

      The hope directly asked.

      – What it is necessary to you from Roman?

      Larisa answered.

      – Marriage with his wife Vera stopped being marriage for a long time. Roman told me that he lives with it because just got used to its society.

      The hope asked.

      – Unless this dislike?

      – No, this dislike. – Larisa answered. – This only just habit. Habit, and anything else.

      The hope can and understood that Larisa is right. But she could not believe that it so. She considered that Roman was always happy, but she was mistaken.

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