Valka! Stop creating poverty - 18

• You can talk to your sister or to Vika. They are going to Norilsk or somewhere else... How can they, they go from job to job without anything, they go to a hostel with two or three children," the mother exclaimed.
• There are many such people, Mom. Galia and I lived in a dormitory for many years, Trika was born and grew up there. What about you? Remember your father and yourself. We lived in hungry shacks and shelters with curtains to protect ourselves from neighbors, poverty and bedbugs. The city has changed several times, but we have brought up our five children well. All of them are alive and well, none of them drinks and none of them has been in prison. They'll be fine too.
• no... no education, no courses, just personality and those big hands.
• And they don't offend Valka?

"No, I haven't seen her, but she's too scared to say anything.

• My mother has been quiet since childhood. Isn't that right?
  "It's true......." Mom sighed with tears in her eyes.
  The men had a good time. Victor was very talkative, saw things, talked about his military service and drank a little. In a word, Boris liked his son-in-law, and his sister became bolder with him. The children were interested with their father, and he knew how to make a goat without putting pressure on them. He went out on the balcony, smoked a cigarette, and that was it.