Parents

Our father raised me and my sister alone. My mother left us when we were very young. As she explained

The story of our love began with a cake. Well, I really like sweets, and my girlfriend promised to come

It was a long time ago, when I was a kid, I met a girl at a pioneer camp. I liked her, I ran after her

I have been living with my husband for 12 years. We have children, whom my husband adores and spoils

Now they are probably the happiest family, and many neighbors, friends, and relatives envy them.

I had a friend named Lekha. Or rather, I thought of him as such. We worked together for many years.

My relationships with women did not work out very well. So by the time I was thirty-eight, I was still a bum.

Life tells us many stories about love. We read and hear a lot of love stories, but unfortunately not

Day off. We woke up to noise outside. We looked outside, and there were things flying from the window

It seemed to me that with my husband, we lived soul to soul. I always considered myself a good hostess.