In our village, several families took children from orphanages, but the glory goes only to the Smirnyagin family, they have two relatives, and three reception rooms.
But parents for some reason did not want to talk about raising their children. Not yet, at least. I also did not want to, but I can not find a place for myself, because I do not understand what is the matter. Really too fond of? Is it possible to love too much?
Vasya is the son of my nephew Vitaly, and Vitaly's mother is my sister Svetlana. It so happened that when I was still working, I was on a business trip in the village where my two sisters, the nephew with his wife Lena and Vasilek, lived. On the occasion of my arrival, the whole family gathered at Vitaly's house. The table was racked with all that was delicious.
Vasya was several months old, I took him in his arms, so he sat on my knees all evening and sat. When Vasya was four years old, my parents divorced. The nephew came to the White Yar, where Svetlana already lived, Vasya stayed with his mother.
I knew that Lena needed it, and my younger sister, Tatyana, sent her translations or parcels as much as she could. Lena thanked her and once told her that her father was going to Kemerovo, taking daughters and Vasya with her. I told this to my nephew, I asked him to talk to Lena about whether she would let me bring Vasya here.
Parents found a common language, Vitaly went to Tomsk and brought the child, Lena gave it to him permanently, said that she can not cope. So Vasya began to live with his father and his, as they say now, a civil wife who cared for the child.
When Vasilka was six years old, Lena died, they killed and the criminal was not found. By this time, my wife left her nephew and went to Tomsk. Father and grandmother of Sveta were engaged in a child, but both worked, and it was necessary to prepare Vasya for school.
Me and my son Sergei offered to take the boy to our family. We must make sure that nothing is forgotten in the school, was cleanly dressed, healthy, full. And they did. The boy's nervous system was shattered. We started by putting her in order: they drove to the sea, to the resorts.
Abilities in Vasya are average, he himself could learn mediocre, But I was four years with a tail helping him to teach lessons. I was afraid that I would become accustomed to troikas in subjects, I was afraid to cultivate mediocrity, so I hired tutors.
Vasya found a musical ear, we gave it to the school of arts, to the piano class. Bought an instrument. The teacher came to our house to prepare Vasya for the next lesson. The road to the music school was loaded with transport, so for two years we went with Vasilko to music together.
In the seventh grade at the piano exams, Vasya gave in "excellent". But after that, the instrument did not fit. The boy grew like a berry. Everything was for him. Friends come-joy, bought toys for him-well, they took me to Tomsk for a concert of the Turkish Choir, and even with a friend-great.
During the holidays I went to the sea, around the country. What was not, it's persistence in achieving the goal.
I told Vasya:
-When I was studying, we had one subject, which was difficult for me. I took three textbooks of different authors, in all problems I understood and got "excellent". But Vasya, when it was difficult, passed and quit the job altogether.
The results of studies and marital status allowed you to choose where to go to study further. He applied to the Polytechnic University, Vasya's classmates who came along with him, had already received diplomas and worked. Vasya did not even pass the first session.
The same story happened the next year. Another university, and again did not pass even the first session. Next - the service in the army, then the polytechnic technical school, it remains to study for two months, but not passed the test, and we must prepare for the defense of the diploma.
He said that he would not go to technical school anymore, but he did not say how he sees his future. I did not want to explain myself. All this time - up to 23 years - the state paid a pension, Svetlana saved this money, added more, and now Vasya has an apartment in the city.
Unfortunately, the sisters and nephew are not with us.I somehow asked Vasya: -When Uncle Sergei gets old, do not leave him! We have kept Washuu for so many years, paid communal services from Sergei's earnings! But for different reasons, Sergei had problems at work, and even with health, everything is not all right, he fell in Tomsk at a stop, it was slippery, he hurt his spine.
There were two operations. A year and a half we live with my son mainly on my pension, I can not help Vasya, even taking into account the small money that we manage to earn ... Recently we brought firewood. Previously, someone would be hired, split and folded.
Now there is no such possibility. The son called Vasya, asked me to come, help with the wood, sent money for the journey. Vasya arrived, struck two days and left. And he did not go to technical school, and the firewood remained. Sergei himself perekolol them, it's good that the bolts and nuts in his spine have not shifted. Where did Vasya hurry? Play at night on the computer, day and night.
Maybe offended when? Not beat, of course, did not scold, explained how and what should be. Vasya was 12 years old, he suddenly did not respond to my requests, although they are quite natural and simple. In the winter, clean snow, bring firewood. In the summer, you can water the beds.
I told him if something in our house does not suit, he can go to his father. Choose. The answer was: "I'll be here." Last week I called Vasya in Tomsk, but he only said that he would choose his own fate, as if someone else had done it for him before, and he did not talk anymore.
I do not know what happened. We have always genuinely loved him. When you take a child from an orphanage, be prepared for the silence of the phone, even if the number belongs to a loved one.
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