- Mama. Mom ... - I raved in a cold sweat and tossing in bed. - Hush, Marinochka. Hush! - He told me Elena and wiped my face with a damp cloth. In the morning I was awakened by a loud female crying. I cried Elena. Rose died the morning. She died right in his sleep. Heart stopped. It worked, hammering, chasing the blood through the veins, and then abruptly stopped. Probably just tired ... Elena was asleep in a chair, standing next to the bed of her daughter. When she opened her eyes, I thought that Rose was asleep, and when she took her hand, felt that she was very cold. I looked at the grief-stricken Elena Vladimirovna and felt like I did not have enough air. When covered with a sheet on a gurney Rosa was taken and I was left alone in the room, I looked at the empty bed and thought about that when I just looked at the empty bed Lidka.
Making a New Home in America
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