Damir

rward to all this time and about how she baked his favorite pies and other goodies that he missed in his student life. Damir smiled warmly and nodded his head. «Mother in her repertoire,» he tho

lothes and taking off his shoes in the small hallway of their th

t, you already ...» bending over almost twice, he again hugged hi

r and looked into his big dark

ul you have b

answer, just looked gratefully

rsity. After dinner, everyone sat at the table and drank tea. The conversation was about Moscow, about the difficulties and joys of student years, about successes and hopes. In general, about eve

returning from the restroom and quickly thro

you, son?» Mom sugges

with hope in their eyes and looked at him, waiting for a decisive

so he decided not to spoil her mood or offend her. In fact, he had never intended t

tay with her always. Damir glanced in the direction of the modestly paced girl beside him. Almond-shaped eyes, gray like his mother's,

lush. Damir liked her reaction to his scrutinizing gaze

ven an hour and a half, chatting and laughing. Then he walked her home and thanked for everything. Before leave her, he promised to

to spend with her son. The news pleased him and he decided not to postpone the co

» Damir asked straightforwardly, looki

to slip off her face. She shrugged her shoulde

Damir said confidently,

es...» she excused herself, not unde

e a Tartar, he was

o his parents were

ith a half smile answering a

whole body toward him, «what are you trying to say?! I had

patted on the shoulder. But feeling the tension, he sighed, and after waiting for a pause, continued. « I

or him to finish his speech. Just she was afraid of only one outcome, and that was to break up with him. And he understood everything, he didn't know how to properly present the dif

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