I open the door and immediately I hear a harmonious chorus chanting “Happy Birthday”, and so on three times.

My God! I can't believe Andrew did all this for me. I do my best to hold back the lump rising in my throat, looking from one guest to another. I could only dream of such a holiday. The brother invited everyone only the closest ones. Maria Ivanovna, Masha, even Lyokha called, oddly enough. But my gaze clings to the figure of a woman, modestly standing a little apart from the others. I gasp involuntarily, unable to believe my eyes.

- Aunt Luda! - a surprised exclamation flies out of my...