It is hard to tolerate faults of another person, it's hard to forgive, and humble, hard-sacrifice. Especially in these times when all imposed on consumer attitude towards life and each other. And sometimes it may seem that the institution of the family had ceased to exist. But there is still a family where love, help each other and live with each other. In one of these families I lucky enough to visit.
Mom and dad in this family are not working, living on a disability pension. Three months ago, Victor was born to them. They thought to give him the time of boarding, and when will expand the area – to take away. But Irina – A friend in the orphanage, which grew Olga offered to take the baby to his as long as you need to. Irina and her husband, Eugene, graduates of the orphanage, and that Olga, so they know that they would wait small in this facility. They live in South Butovo, in a separate apartment, and as the kid was surrounded by love.
Irina moved to a wheelchair. The help they asked for volunteers: to help bathe the baby at night, wear to the doctor once a month, to take food to him in the clinic, walk with the baby. Olga overcome two at front of the store – a huge challenge. She struggles to cling to the railing, his face a grimace of pain. How is it able to bear two children?? While we walked, Bob get out of the room (they live in a communal apartment). Unlike spouses, Bob I did not at first very much. Only then I was able to appreciate it when we were drinking tea with Olga, and she told me about He and about their lives. He always helps her: and the cook, and disappear, leaving with the child, if necessary, to sit. They care about each other. When Bob was about to leave and changed his clothes so as not to embarrass me in the kitchen, in the teeth Olga brought him clothes (Hands held onto the wall). My patter! Yesterday, finally broke free to Vanya! Yes, if the academic year, I could afford to come and walk with him during the week, the current schedule allows it only in weekend. And no more than twice a week. My patter! How did I miss on it! What is he my sweet baby! Well, maybe this ward? This is my sun and my joy!