As soon as I appear on the threshold of the house, my curly miracle immediately runs out of the living room with a screech and flies into my hands with joyful cries.

“You’ve been long, I’ve been bitten,” he wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him on the cheek.

“There is a lot of work, Romashka,” I squeeze my favorite miracle in my arms and put it back on the floor. – Have you already eaten?

“Yes,” the daughter answers seriously. "Now I'm going to tease you."

“That would be great,” I take off my shoes and pull off my jacket. - I'm terribly hungry.

- Plavda? Then...