The last night before Anya's departure, he did not sleep. I looked at the photographs, recalled how I saw my daughter off when she left, it seemed, not for long. “How many losses and separations can a human heart survive?” he thought. In the morning, while things were being loaded, he held the girl by the hand and kept telling her that he would soon come to visit, while everything inside him was trembling from pain and separation.
All the next day he lay without getting up. There was nowhere to hurry and no reason to. Gray monotonous days dragged on. He hardly went out into the street, looked out the window at the children and thought about Anya. He remembered that in the basement there are children's sledges that he made for his daughter.
- Anyuta would be useful now, - he thought and sighed.
And then…
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