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And us - three!

Seven of morning. In 9 - 30 it is necessary to be in the developing center, so it is time to rise. The head hurts, phone did not call yet, in a corridor still silence... Smells of porridge - means, the nurse already rose. I rise, sways, it is necessary to solve - at first on kitchen behind a cup of coffee or to girls to the room, to watch such pleasure how these two warm tiny two-year lumps rise by legs after a dream... I go to the nursery, the curtain is moved apart, the nurse put a light music, here my lumps... Such different... Warm... And what began to smell in the nursery - why so? They do not drink milk for a long time, and smell as dairy pigs... And all the time there is a wish to kiss them... Here I see the first bed. Masha. Mashunya looks strictly and seriously, sits on kolenochka, is surprised why woke, and did not come yet, did not call to put on, did not give the book, did not remind about a pot... To business! On a small pupsikovy muzzle surprise (Mashulka is so similar to the sweetie - short volosik, a penetrating glance, an unemotional face, honest and fighting character). Will discontentedly rise by legs, strictly speaks: “Mother. I porridge want.“ My little she-robber, kitten, tiny such, wears clothes on over a year and when in a sandbox from the sister the machine was taken away by the four-year-old boy, snatched out this car back and vlupit to it up to a breast from all force. Scandal, shouts, malchikovy mother, all run... It to it to a shoulder, well, did not reach the person physically... Nobody believed, all think, it years one and a half at most until it shows what it is capable of... To Bor on hands - from the second bed groans reach... Ksyusha. Ksyushenka woke up.

Now. I try not to adjust myself - but what`s the use, here both roars, and a cow... Curls to shoulders, huge it is gray - blue eyes, the lower lip pushed forward, the gentle, lovely, sensitive, kind girl... Tears on call:“ Why lifted, let`s roll about, I will go anywhere“. Mashenka already put on, went to a corridor, chose the book, looks, and we only rise by legs, do not touch it, do not comb, anything... Well, we will overcome as - nibud... Porridge, clothes on the street, we go “to a garden today“ (let get used to the name!), therefore jackets are thinner, trousers with paillettes, process of clothing took place easier... As always, Mashulya dressed leaned against a door, sighs, looks at Ksyusha reproachfully, gives a cap, shouts: “Ksyusha! Padeeey!“ Ksyusha rolls on mother and aches: “Not a paaa - du! Yes, a paaa - du!“ I look in eyes, forces already on an outcome, there is a wish to shout at this maiden treasure (and coffee and remained to stand on kitchen untouched, and ate the last time yesterday during the lunchtime), and from - under caps very sly eyes and laughs loudly. Masha laughs loudly with her, spent mother. It is necessary to join, we laugh all together, we go quickly to the car.

Gardens we love

- we love, we go with enthusiasm, on the red traffic light we shout “Kraaaa - nizzzya!“. We stand, green lights up - shout: “Mother! Bee - bi!“ We go. We try to repeat verses, now we have a period of “the boy Greki who was bitten by cancer“ therefore ask to read about the Greek. On the sixth time we reach to the center. As it is good how here it is interesting to them... As time flies, and mother to work, and again to suffer that children mature, and mother at work... But what to do... Mother at them one, and it is necessary to support also them, and the nurse, and itself... I push pangs of conscience and a hungry stomach on the second plan, I take mine sokrovishchy and the nurse (as I was tired of foreign people in the house!...) . Back home, I rush for work. I have the business, but it is unknown, what is better, especially now... Time - twelve. In bank. In printing house. To the client. In office. A problem, calls, there was no employee...

of Lines, already a half of the fourth, and I did not even call, they already rose, already do the physical cultural criminal, will go to have an afternoon snack soon. Everything aches inside - whether for hunger, whether with experiences, whether with happiness... Actually, all these three feelings are very mixed all the time... Three lines hang on two devices, by means of the fourth I call home, girls got up, formed the dough to mother of hedgehogs, wait for mother. I hear shouts - always shouts as soon as the nurse takes the call: “Ma - ma - I - tya - to a bass!“ On two voices. Outvoice each other: “Is not present! It I to a bass! Masha of an elephant to a bass, and I am a mother to a bass!“ My curly princess shouts, the hobby for elephants hints at Mashulino. “No, it I to a bass! Syusya - a zebu (zebra) to a bass, and I am here a mamika to a bass!“ And the little she-robber entered. In the face of a tear: I want home! I try to make everything quicker. I swear on all, I shout, I print with velocity of light, but I am not in time - today not left their walk in 10 but only in 12 after the center... All right, still slightly - slightly. Five hours. I close a computer cover - fail it, I have such two miracles of the house there. I rush home. What happiness that I rented this apartment (only not to think that the day after tomorrow to pay rent again, not to think) - it in 10 minutes before work. 10 minutes.

I Resort, princesses on walk. The nurse calls, persuades not to leave, they on a swing, do not call me, so, I have 30 minutes. In a bathtub, it is urgent in a bathtub. No, something else wants more - to be eaten! I am enough something from the refrigerator, at the same time I get up under a shower. You did not taste sandwich under a shower? In general, any difference when you want to eat... I jump out, still calls, the working day it is not finished, I put on, angry, two tablets of a nurofen, the sandwich remains, once again I am angry - and here the look falls: on a kitchen table - hedgehogs... From the test, and in them the cut tubules from drinks as needles are thrust. No, nevertheless this nurse good fellow... What it at me, remember. Then 16 - I. Well, at the least twenty sixth, but found, at last (not to think that in five days its change comes to an end, it is necessary to pay 15 days). Not to think of anything, printsessk knock at the door... I run to a door, they came. Pompons shake over them as huge spheres, little Mashulya nestles on me from in a word “mamik“ and does not move...

I Sit down on a floor, we sit in an embrace. Will not undress, it is necessary to nestle more feasibly, it is impossible to tear off. I look at Ksyushenka. Draws in sponges, turns away, aches:“ Syusya a stalemate (to sleep) hoch and a kuyaga (dried apricots)“. Shoots eyes. Aches. I understand, takes offense in own way, wants that I the first approached... I promise that and another, I attract to myself the second, free hand, it is pushed away, at the same time embracing (as it at it turns out, a riddle). Embraces, fades too, but howling and complaining of life. We sit minutes five three together, one - on one leg, another - on another. I have wet hair, they have warm overalls and caps, nobody moves. There now. Here... Here come to life, jump - everything, we met, at last... Did not see in the afternoon and as though week.... We go, we wash handles, in a bathroom the part of sandwich lies, examine attentively, Ksyusha laughs, points a finger. Masha strictly speaks:“ Butibor Wang - nizya“.

I Agree, apologize, I carry away, pushing the remains in myself. Laugh, I gather a bathtub. When they in a bathroom, squeals and shouts are provided. Mashulya in a bathroom sharp, jumps, laps, demands a cold and warm shower alternately, Ksyunechka sits in a far corner, starts up ships and diligently brushes teeth to a little crocodile. Under this pretext already four times demanded toothpaste on the brush which at once ate. Not therefore whether there were reddenings yesterday, to the dermatologist it is necessary, too for a week delayed an inoculation, they should take a blood test... I call the nurse, she bathes them further, I call on house to the pediatrician, the nurse, the dermatologist, I appoint visits as it is good that they to me come (not to think, not to think, not to think of payment), and that as if I one with them in policlinic... And when - at night?. Girls leave a bathroom, wet, in multi-colored dressing gowns, Ksyusha in tears - washed the head, Masha happily jumps - allowed to have a shower bath cold water finally... What you at me different, my small lumps - a schastyitsa... We change clothes, we go to eat porridge. Ah yes, “kuyaga“. Masha does not love, I give an apple. They discuss with each other Ksyusha`s love to dried apricots and Masha to apple. While argue, I feed them, to wipe teeth, to give vitamins, droplets, forward - to mother on a bed! We take with ourselves day hedgehogs from the test to show to mother and right there we sit down on them (a bed - in washing), we switch to books, then we cut two sheets of paper (the peak of hobby for scissors), plasticine is put off. It is necessary to go to bed (not to think of a dream, of food, of money; the main thing - with me my real, real, only and the strongest of all that was in life, happiness). We keep within. Massage of the head, legs, handles. I turn off the light. Cry out:“ Mother, mother“. Right there giggle - check whom mother will approach quicker. Fell asleep... Time - a half of the tenth...

So, quickly to eat, and to the computer. What is left unfinished in the afternoon? Where calculations, calculations, accounts department, month comes to an end... Oh, someone peeped, I run. Ksyushechke something dreamed, swears in a dream. A blanket under himself, a dog on the head, the bear from - under pajamas between legs, holds a diaper from a side of a bed in hand, the heap - is small in a bed, hair are scattered, the pajamas is overwound. I look on Mashenka in a bed - lies on a back, handles along a body, a leg straight lines, the nose looks in a ceiling... Breath is not heard, toys are spread symmetrically out by a row... My God, well what you different at me... Twins, minute of a difference, it is necessary what miracle...

I Open a window, I air, it is advisable to work still... I work... On hours three nights... There is no developing center tomorrow, so to rise at eight, five hours of a dream - unexpected luxury. In a bed, it is rather in a bed that in the morning not to pass this moment - as sweetie pies, sleepy, sleepy, smelling of the childhood, begin to move in beds and to open the eyes in search of mother... There was no happiness in life more sharply, Thank God, now is...