My city: the tragedy of one family

Дмитрий Георгиевич Боррони

Людмила Григорьевна Боррони

This story about all of us. About a dispute of parents and their children. Sometimes our children want absolutely another than their parents. Everyone considers that he is right. Especially if it is about a marriage. Each of parents selects the groom or the bride as he including what with him it will be better for his child. But children so do not consider. They fall in love and want to carry out all life with this person. But when parents interfere with this situation, there is a tragedy. Also here all dialogues are written on formal terms. Culture society, here that the main thing in our life. I revived this tradition.

Prolog

History which I want to tell occurred in one of the cities. What is the city, not important. It could occur in each city of the world. History began long ago, and never it will be the end. It will not end because it is old as the world. Dispute of fathers and children: who wants to make for whom better, than it is actually.

This history is heard and told by me. I tell it as heard from people ? heroes of this history. Heroes all different, many will find in them themselves. You take a detached view of yourself: what you represent actually. Still here I communicate with heroes of this history only yours faithfully. Only on "you" ? and anything else. We forgot about respect for the family, and we always communicate with them on "you", and it is so humiliating when to you even the family sticks. Remember works by classics. There everywhere speak validly, on "you". Let's carry on this tradition and we will speak with each other validly, on "you".

So, this history began long ago, I do not know when, but it ended so.

The cemetery, the silent fresh winter breeze blew. We stood at a grave. This was Nadezhda's grave. The novel, having leaned the elbows on trust, stood at a grave of the mother. It was difficult for it to stand. He could not believe in any way that it does not exist with it any more. She died and lay in this grave.

Sadly, isn't that so? As it is terrible to lose any of relatives. But it is inevitable. All of us die. Nobody can live forever.

So, we will begin since my children's years.

Chapter-1

School days are wonderful

I live in the city which is called the city of a dream! Do you ask why it so is called? Just each of the cities in which there lives this or that person is called the city of a dream. It so. For each person where he lived, his city will be the most beautiful city on the earth. City of a dream! Stories which I will tell happened in the different cities, and from it the story becomes more fascinating.

It is a pity that that beautiful city is unfortunate. People just do not feel sorry for him. Cut down trees, litter the rivers and lakes and just sneeze on it. Claim that the house will sustain everything, all to it at all. But these people are mistaken. The house ? not rubber which can be stretched, it ? the house, and anything else. It is a pity that we do not appreciate that wealth which surrounds us. We spend it for nothing.

But it is fine. I will begin the history. The city in which I live, very good. I will not write its name to be fair to those cities where there could be a same story. So, my city is beautiful, the truth it has problems, but they are not in what cities. Housing problem, question of corruption of officials and just pressing problems. However, them it is much bigger, than it was possible to imagine.

Near it peacefully there is one of settlements, gloomy, not lit, teeming there with dashing children. It was a disgrace the area though had a reputation for the settlement where there live his masters. However, all one after another.

I always lived in this settlement, I liked to live very much there. I was young and full of strength. Little girl of years of seven. Today the first of September. First call, first teacher. Little girl tot. Costs with a bouquet of flowers of scarlet peonies. She looks at some woman telling something from steps of school. Beautiful