son [Theme]

Fortunately, there were few real betrayals, and getting into a showdown over trifles is not my style. It’s easier for me to stop communicating with an unpleasant person. It's a shame to waste your life on a showdown. After all, I’m already fifty-five, I need to think not about the vain, but about the eternal. Again, there is a family behind me: grandson, granddaughter, son... This is very important to me.

Yes, this is what happens to sons whose fathers were too heavy on whiskey: they either drink it without drying it out or don’t drink it at all. There is no average.

- Shit. Is it true. I will report you to your tour guide.

Do you want to end this? It was all over when my son died.

Peter realized too late that he shouldn’t say that to his mother. She will immediately think that either her son was in a terrible accident, or he was taken to the police - when they say “do you know what happened to your son?”, there is no middle ground for parents.

Miloserdov's son: - There is no need for details.

We came up with a new image for him: the intelligent son of a bitch of his mother’s friend.

And this is a very real story.

And something changed: he became himself, and not part of the vague mass of people, he began to speak as if from himself and felt less confident. And Zimobor looked at him intently and affably - without a threat, but in such a way that a healthy man, old enough to be the father of this curly-haired guy, felt a desire to lower his eyes. From the brown, shining eyes of the young prince, entire generations of people, accustomed to rule, accustomed to looking at the world from above, from the back of a war horse, looked at him. Their world was wide and vast, and the elder, whose white light had always been closed by the flow of the Sezha - two or three transitions from beginning to end - suddenly became timid in front of this world, realizing for the first time its enormity. He vaguely knew that somewhere there were the Dnieper and Sozh, and this guy saw them and drank their water.

- Lie. You are not Clara. Yara is burning. And elections will not put out the fires.

February 16, 1900

Test your friends first and do not make close acquaintances with everyone. If you make a wide acquaintance, do not trust everyone, because the world is fermented with deceit. Choose as your friend one brother who fears the Lord, and cleave to God as a son to his father, because all people, with the exception of a few, have given themselves over to wickedness; the earth was filled with vanity, worries and sorrows.

It’s very bad when a son dies before his father, but it’s even worse if he wants it himself.

Son or God, I am yours.