Olya smiled, finally hearing his voice. After rinsing the dog's bowl, the girl poured soup into it, chopped chicken meat and put it on the windowsill to cool. Then she took out the plates. Each of them should have been walked with a metal sponge, but Olya simply rinsed them. She was sure that Lavrik already understood everything perfectly. Whatever the reasons for his behavior, she had no right to judge the old man. He hid his gray-haired legs under the table and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes in bliss. Olga found spoons, cut a loaf. She ate silently, with appetite, feeling a well-fed calm gradually spread...