09/01/2025
A stranger in the park gave the girl a book. When she showed it to her mother, Vera gasped and turned pale.
"Anya, I'm home," called Vera as she entered the apartment. A thirteen-year-old girl emerged from the room. "Mom, you're home early today." "Yes, I came home a bit early. Next week I'll need to work a few extra hours. How are things with you? How's school?" "Normal, nothing new." "You look a bit pale. You should go outside while I prepare dinner." Anya smiled: "Okay, mom. I just took such an interesting book from the library, I can't put it down. I'll combine business with pleasure." Anya quickly got ready and left the house. Vera sighed. She's just like her father—he also always carried books with him. He was smart, very smart and wealthy, unsuitable for Vera. Fourteen years ago, she, a medical college student, fell in love. Igor was not just wonderful, he was the best. They could talk for hours, wander around the city, just sit by the water, and they were never bored. At the same time, Igor was not a nerd; he was into sports. Then, Vera could have listed his positive qualities for hours. But then he invited her home to meet his parents. Vera thought only of one thing—how to leave as soon as possible. She was uncomfortable, felt like a rabbit before pythons. Igor's parents were not just wealthy, they were fabulously wealthy. A huge house, servants—for Vera, who was born and raised in a poor neighborhood where men often drank more than they ate, being in such luxury was unbearable. Igor's mother talked to her husband and son, simply ignoring Vera as if she were nothing. Rushing home, she fell to her mother's knees and told her where she had been. "Mom, what should I do?" "You think for yourself, daughter. Suppose Igor does marry you, but how will his circle treat you? It's your decision, but people don't say for no reason: choose a mate from your own kind." Vera didn't sleep all night. Igor didn't believe her words. "Vera, I don't believe you. I know for sure, you love me." She, without looking at him, replied: "You know, people are deceitful creatures, it's about time to realize that." "And what about me? I love you." "You'll get over it, you're young. I have to go." She glanced into his eyes for a second and, holding back tears, walked away. Just not to fall, just to get around the corner. She couldn't get out of bed for nearly two weeks afterward. Her mother was seriously worried about her. "Darling, maybe see a doctor? You can't go on like this." "No, I'll manage, just need some time." After two weeks, she got up, thin, with dark circles under her eyes, and started learning to live again. Only a month later did she realize something was wrong, something was happening in her body, something entirely unfamiliar—pregnancy. Nine weeks pregnant. The doctor sarcastically asked: "Well, are we running to terminate it?" Vera stood up: "No!" The doctor caught up with her in the corridor: "Girl, girl! Here, take these tests, you need to get them done. When everything's ready, come back, and I'll register you. I've been working for so many years, I can't bear to watch those who so carelessly manage someone else's life." Much time has passed since then. Her mother quickly fell ill and passed away. Vera had to drop out of school and worked as a nurse aide, though in a good clinic. She couldn't complain about the salary, but her biggest dream was to educate Anya so that she could see a different life beyond that impoverished neighborhood. Memories flickered in her head like a shadow. Vera glanced out into the courtyard, saw Anya turn the corner. There, just across the road, began the park that stretched almost to the city center. Few people walked at this end—no kiosks, no booths, just silence, and the river quietly carried its waters. Her daughter loved to read there.
Anya approached her favorite bench and smiled. Recently she had started calling it her own, after long observing where the fewest people were. It turned out to be this very bench, because a bush in front grew, blocking the view. The girl settled comfortably, opened her book, intending to dive into reading, and suddenly... The story continues in the comments.
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