There were four days left before the birthday of little Stanislava, the child was supposed to be 2 years old. Many girls knew number 39, almost all except number 41, and the last two - 44 and 45. And almost everyone was slowly preparing gifts. There was something touching about that, that women, wherever they were, whatever situation they found themselves in, still love children.

To cut a long story short, number 37 spent the whole morning ordering a present for the baby and her mother, then accepting gifts and packages from other girls, sorting out her own order, the girls' orders, and so on. etc. Number 45 was sitting...