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This is a terrible word for refugees. When I read or saw the families from the Caucasus who came to our city, they evoked a feeling of pity mixed with disgust: "It's a pity for them ... But what are they priperlos? Are not they enough for others? And so the work at all is not enough! "

 

And now I am a refugee! And with the daughter we get - refugees.

 

This is a marasmus of some kind - in the 21st century, the center of Europe, and we are rushing headlong from the war. I do not understand who is fighting for what, and I do not care. But life will never be the same. She knew what it meant <a href = "https/leedsescorts.pro/profiles/independent_esco">Leeds independent escorts</a>

 

Gathered quickly, with them they took only documents and some money in reserve. I did not even quit my job, and my daughter, in addition to the birth certificate and the student's, does not have any documents at all. My husband refused to go, talked about some ideals, freedom, the right to choose. They did not help with tears, nor mad sex with pleas for after, nor blackmail. I did not dissuade, said that women do not have a place in the war, collected money for the first time, agreed on a ride and now I'm 300 kilometers from home. In a strange city (not even the city, but the former village with several high-rise buildings and a dozen Khrushchev).

 

Thanks, though the sister has sheltered. I have not seen her since my wedding - 17 years! I thought she would refuse. And she gave me a room with my daughter and promised to help with her work. I have a golden sister.

 

And it's time for me to settle down. In 40 years to begin life in a new place is very difficult. In the town there is almost no work, sometimes rare work-outs. I can not get a job at a state enterprise, although the salary is scanty, but they require documents on the dismissal from the previous place of work, and I do not even know if there is any work place yet.

 

So it turned out that the whole summer I prokochovala with her daughter in the apartment of her sister. All that she could, so it's the baby in the local school to attach (although what she's a baby - soon 16 years will knock, well, that even though the boys do not run, and then suffered a grief). So there was simply nothing to do. News ceased to look after a week, constant calls with friends who decided to stay, and with a husband who every time was ever less talkative, came to naught in a month. All the sights of the town were studied by heart - a park, a cinema, a historical museum. And since I could not find work, I was doing everything around the house.

 

My sister thanked me, I refused money for my apartment and food, I joked that at least some joy. After the death of her husband, she remained the only son. I picked it up, put it into the local technical school, and I myself advanced at work. But the home-work-house regime has already become disgusting. And in the summer, when the son goes to the sea with friends, she just climbs on the wall from melancholy, and here we are. So in the cramped, yes, no offense. The truth is not so crowded - three rooms. One room and one for her with her son. The hall was rarely used, therefore it was allocated to us with a daughter - and we live.

 

Although the summer dragged on for a long time, it ended, and with the arrival of my nephew, several events awaited me, which I had not yet guessed.

 

I saw a nephew as a two-year-old who was wearing a wedding at our wedding tables, and now it was a lean young man who practically did not climb out because of the company and who practically did not care. Mom decided everything and answered everything. He wants to compile, wants to study in a technical school - he agreed (just the last year he finished), he wants things, he took a hoot, gave money for rest. In short, he grew up a natural freeloader and a lazy person with an ever-bored expression.

 

So the last weeks of August we spent with him at home almost all the time alone. My daughter got acquainted with neighbor girls and disappeared all day in the park, my sister was at work, I was sitting in front of the TV, and my nephew in front of the computer. At the weekend, all together went out to the park for a picnic, but the nephew for pro forma having stayed with us for an hour, went home. And we at a girls' team ate sandwiches, fed ducks and listened to birds. Idyll! I would still have my husband next to me, I would not even dry my head.

 

Everything was such a turn, until one of Mondays I got started with cooking, and there was no potato left.

 

- Vitalik, go for a potato! - I called my nephew from the kitchen. At home we are alone, alone, walking lazily - the bazaar on Monday did not work and we would have to drag ourselves to a distant store. But the answer is silence. - Vitalik!!! - Again, silence.

 

I went to his room, opened the door and froze in the doorway. Vitalik was sitting in front of me half-turned with mug headphones and half-glassed eyes stared at the monitor. There is a very middle-aged woman fucked some boy, most likely, the plot of her son. Oohs and ahi broke through the headphones. On the screen the camera constantly changed the camera angles, and lovers poses. Here is the boy on top of her, but now she is hanging over him and rubs the crotch of his face, again the change and a small penis is thrust into her ass. From what I saw, I leaned against the jamb, the blood poured into my face and, it seems, not only to my face. The nipples swelled, and the lower abdomen began to scorch. I did not even notice at once what Vitalik is doing, and he was strenuously screwing up his penis.