My mum. The writing.

I fingered house old documents and found among them his work. How it got there I have no idea. I am 27 years old. This essay is written in 1-2 class, just did not even remember. According to the date, it was dedicated to the IWD March 8.
All the same, it is an incredible feeling when you find that. And he laughed, and felt sad a little bit.

P.S. Scanner is not at home, so used a bar of soap.
P.S.S. I am Russian! Grammar and spelling lame just

Sorry, I forgot to write immediately. I understand perfectly that the theme of the mother - is sacred. Not for karma is posted, I was a little worried about it. Just thought I'd share my emotions. Rummage in their instruments, can something like find)



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