I was standing and looking. One more time I saw her on the next grade. It was already impossible to make out the Mother. But I knew she was looking and looking... Farewell, my brave old biddy! No, not farewell, good-bye, I'll see you soon! It would be impossible for them not to appreciate me! And then, things will straighten out.

<My goddaughter Margarita came up to me at a run and I picked her up in arms. I was embracing the girl and my shoulders were shuddering. No tears. Just a spasm.>