strangers to her the person. People who such were not. In their eyes there was only hatred and rage. The hope told.
– As I am sorry you. You, two. I see how you hate me, want that I quickly died! What? perhaps and to happen, but before … – the Hope ominously grinned, appear, that she just about and will spit them in a face. Then she told. – Live. What you for people such? You wish death to the person who in fact made nothing bad. I only wished happiness to the son. And what mother wishes bad to the son? In my opinion, only нелюдь, and that to seek to give to the child happiness! And you? – here she made a pause, and heaved a deep sigh. – it agrees. – she told. Perhaps I not the best mother, all are not ideal. But unless you Roman is ideal? Do you say that you loved Nina, but why you married Vera? What? It so fascinated you what you and about Nina forgot? – Nadezhda reproached the son. – maybe you never loved Nina? And can?. – here she for a second faltered, it was occurred by a thought that Roman wanted from it only sex. Sex more than anything. And this sexual inclination, it took for love, and the love actually was not. Only sexual inclination. The hope grinned. – Here you see, – she told. – You did not love Nina. If you love it, then you would not change it on trust. Love? In a concept the mankind is not present love, only sexual inclination, and only. – then, kind of in manual to Roman, Nadezhda said. – Here I see that me you have nothing to tell. There is nothing to object me. I mean it is right.
Yes, Nadezhda was right. The rights in everything. For her son Roman, the love was not. There was only a sympathy and sex. Practically nobody knows what is love. The love is the sacrifice made by someone for the sake of something. To protect the loved one having offered itself. Theory that victim donation and love this two different forms, this mistake. Self-sacrifice and love not of a razdelima. Many people itself offered themselves for the sake of something? For the sake of love to fine! Let's not list all these delights of life, for and for the sake of what it is possible to offer itself. All to come down to one. The love is a self-sacrifice of one person in relation to another. Who can brag now that he loves someone? This person is capable to offer himself for the sake of another? On this question there is no answer. Even century people will sympathize each other, considering that this love. But they are capable to offer themselves for the sake of love, hardly?
Larisa анализировав a situation understood that Nadezhda tests both of them, and perhaps wants to enrage them. As for Roman, he perhaps would also agree with Nadezhda, but he considered that this so. He loved Nina, and now cannot forget her. After so many years of life with Vera, he always remembered Nina. But who knows? Whether she understood it? On this question we never learn the answer.
Laris told.
– You are wrong. Roman loved Nina.
The hope grinned, and ironically added.
– And married another.
At this time Roman did not sustain and as if blew up.
– ENOUGH!!! – he cried out. – I speak to you enough!!! – then he addressed mother. – really for such person? Not minutes of rest? You mistreated me when Nina was alive, and now reproach me that I did not love her! I loved it! Loved as without knowing who! And she loved me! Loved selflessly, all heart. – here he made a pause, and added. – And you mother to me broke life! And not only my life, but also life of my child.
The hope was silent. It was not what to tell. She was really involved in the fact that Nina and Roman left, but they would leave if Roman really loved Nina, a question?
The hope told again.
– If you love it, you did not leave it. You would marry it.
Roman objected.
– And I also did not leave it. – then he emphasized. – this it left me.
The hope was surprised.
– Left? – then she emphasized. – means did not love?
Roman heaved a deep sigh and began to cry. Began to cry bitter tears. Then he exclaimed.
– I did not leave it! It left me to save our child!!!
In it it is a high time, to Larisa's patience the end came. She listened to Nadezhda, and was terrified how it was possible to be such cruel woman. Stories of the Novel about the mother there was nothing in comparison with what she saw now. This was the woman, and the monster. The monster in full sense of it a word.
– STOP!!! ENOUGH!!! Really for family such? – she shouted that was urine. – Look at yourself! You, Roman? You have to honor the mother what she would not be. And YOU that? Her Chait, as soon as it is possible! – then she spat to it in a face and added. – Poddonok. I am sorry that I am mother of your children. – It closed up to it hot slap in the face. Her eyes burned with rage and hatred. And she through clenched teeth hissed. – I hate. – then her rage passed to Nadezhda. – And you? What did you make for the son? Deprived of it the right for luck? Married him to Wicky.
Here Nadezhda steamed.
– This not your business.
Larisa did not agree.
– No, this my business. I am mother of his children. Has to know about it everything. From stories of the Novel I understood that you the cruel man. But …
The hope killed it
– What but?
Larisa spoke.
– Terransha!
The hope is quiet told.
– Means you consider me terranshy? "It is a pity that you so think of me. – she spoke. – I am not a terransha, I am only a mother".
Larisa told.
– Yes, you mother, but made you happy the son?
This question was rhetorical, but also in too time is not present. Tell whether Roman could be happy? He already answered this question.
The hope steamed.
– Happy? And unless happiness not in money? Everything can be bought for money.
– And happiness?
The hope grinned.
– Same happiness.
– But whether Roman was happy?
The hope told.
– I all that did was for the benefit of family.
Here Larisa grinned. She knew that it is only an excuse self-justification of the person who has nothing to tell. She waved away.
– It only words, you never nothing did for family. All of you do only for yourself! Nobody is necessary to you, only you are. All of you do for yourself for anybody Bol.
Having heard these reproaches in the address, Nadezhda did not find words to state her all that she thinks of it. She wanted to state everything in a face, but at her as if language was gone from a mouth, and the mouth as if stuck together. Therefore it seemed that she only lowed, without having uttered a uniform sound.
Larisa feeling that she is right, she shamed Nadezhda.
– What? There is nothing to tell you? What became silent? Language withered? You see, I am right!
The hope could not answer, it having kind of taken offense at itself that she could not object to it, sniffed, and having turned away from Larisa, sat down on a sofa, and having crossed hands on a breast, having begun to cry, told.
– I am not a tyrant, I wanted that to my son it was good, and all the rest is not important. – then she added. – All that did was for the benefit of family. – She heaved a deep sigh. – Not to you to judge me, to you. – on these words she became silent. She has nothing more what to tell. It was … What was? However, each woman knows this state in which the Woman has nothing to parry the opponent, and she broken and humiliated remains extreme. Extreme in eyes only the debater, but also in the opinion of the native person.
Roman and Larisa exchanged glances. Larisa did not expect that everything so will be? That Nadezhda will return from the next