Zakhar Prilepin. Sanka (№ 97080)

Grandma said quietly:
- Sit at the window and sit, sit. I think someone would have told me to go a thousand Dan, barefoot, rain or winter to see their son, and I would have gone. Nisht no talking, no touching, just see how you breathe.
The grandmother said quietly, and the words it was the black terror, the almost unimaginable loneliness, which just recently thought of Sasha - the loneliness, the opened other side is huge, but devoid of echo, it did not respond in any way, to any voice.