Women's family

Katerina Gordeeva - about Valeria of Novodvorskaya

There are such families, female. As if there are no men. Or they go somewhere, insignificant shadows, parallel to the main plot and without affecting it. But women are extremely important. And from a woman to a woman, such a family usually develops to grow the most important woman. And stop.

She had such a family, probably.

Once she told me how long a long time ago, in Baranavichy, she thought about one boy that he was he. And she called him to the raft to escape from the house at five in the morning of the next day. I don’t remember exactly, but it seems to Khmeres. They made the raft. The flag was hanged. And he did not come. She decided to rafting alone. But then, realizing senselessness, she broke the raft with her foot and returned home.

She also told how she left a psychiatric prison. Yesterday's schoolgirl. The same beautiful. Absolutely gray. And without the opportunity to have children.

I always loved her very much. And she felt terribly. (She did not know about the second. And she would, I think, did not like it). It always seemed to me that this triad: my grandmother, mother, she, raising all the tubes of a patronized home phone and jealously speaking with the same voices: “This is my call!”, They should be surrounded by greater love and understanding. And this is their main, final woman of the family with unprecedented disgusting vision, phenomenal erudite, unbending idealism, unnecessary and awkward willingness to become photo -toad and the subject of completely indecent mockery of idiots and people, different from the whole point of view on everything, it should be loved and heated. Not only a stasik cat. In addition, he died a thousand years ago. I always felt guilty in front of her. Now it will never pass.

About the fact that she is the main woman from just such a female family, I realized when she showed me her school photo. Plobe gaze of a feature of not seeing eyes, curls. Tsvetaeva has this in the year of meeting with Efron. There is no photographs on the network. There is just full of unpleasant muck.

Dear Lerochka, Valeria Ilyinichna, forgive me, I did not know how to protect you at all. Let you, where you are now, will be warm and good. And many French novels. Read and re-read. I hug.