Once upon a time, we gave the grandmother an apartment to her daughter, she lives there with her family, but recently the son decided to claim his rights to this property.

Have you ever seen one person give advice from one place to another, like Google is information, while another person weighs the pros and cons for a long time, discussing various aspects aloud, and then decides on a verdict? And that often the one who was looking for help ended up annoying both the first and the second, and himself, since none of the proposed solutions to the problem did anything anyway?



People give advice, so why do people give advice? One in this way increases self-esteem. The other is trying to understand their own situations. The third sincerely and tirelessly tries to help his neighbor. But there are many convinced that anyone who finds himself in a difficult situation gives advice in vain: only an independently balanced and made decision will be valuable and effective. After all, even in case of a mistake, it is impossible to shift responsibility to someone, and you need to continue trying to solve the problem.

But here is a difficult situation in the family of Valentina Vasilievna. Can you help me figure it out?
“I inherited an apartment from my mother,” the woman said. - Then our daughter Mira was 16 years old, and the youngest, Pavlik, seven, was just collecting children for school. Graduate and first grader. The costs are considerable. My husband and I decided to rent an apartment.

Time did not stand still, and time did not go - flew. Mirochka graduated from school, then - the design faculty, there and the guy met a good one, Dimoy's name. They're thinking of starting a family. We're glad. Our son-in-law, after the orphanage, had a hotel from the state, far from us, in one of the industrial districts of the city, very small. Slowly there was an idea to give the newlyweds mom’s spacious apartment.



My husband supported me, and Pavlik was glad that my sister and her husband were now much closer, walking in fifteen minutes without haste. Dima sold his living room, and the money he and Mira invested in the excellent repair of their new housing, and there was also a childbirth left. So our eldest grandson Zhenya came from the hospital to a large, clean and very beautiful apartment.



And three months ago, Zhenya had a sister Marinka. He’s already laughing and he’s starting to laugh, my friend. We have no soul in her as well as in her wife. To live and rejoice. Moreover, in the life of Pavlik, happy events are also about to happen.

But here, as if out of the blue, there was a problem that has not given rest for several weeks. "No sleep, no rest," in short. Pavlik decided to marry and declared his rights to my grandmother’s apartment, left to me, the only daughter, the heiress of the first stage, because my father died when I was still in school. My husband and I took our home on credit. While they were paying, it was tough. But you did. Feeling liberated from debt.

As soon as the loan was closed, Mira, who had just moved into her own apartment, asked how we would react to inform Pavlik that the apartment bought in the future, when my life with my father ends, will only belong to her brother. I thought it would be good for Paul to know about our decision. But the husband, he's a little superstitious, said, You know, I don't want to provoke my son to wait for us to leave. Crying your end with promises is not good either. And we can finally travel, imagine! They never told Pavlik...



And now he's talking about a fair division of real estate between him and his sister, demanding that they sell their apartment with Dima, and divide the money in half. But mother (for Mira and Pavlusha grandmother) apartment already belongs to Dima, and Zhena, and Marinka. What kind of justice is it to divide into two parts instead of five?



My husband has already said that after us the apartment where Pavlik still lives with us will go entirely to him. This is the fair section. Pavlik hesitated with the answer, as if he choked, but quickly came into combat readiness and threw the words, hearing which, I almost collapsed without feelings. The son shouted: “In this perspective there is little joy: we will grow old ourselves until we wait for its realization!” and ran out, slamming the door.



Peels I find it difficult to reason sanely now. I am very afraid that there will be no quarrel between the children and the courts. But what about?