A Song from the Childhood Yulia Shkarupka

"Ostin, quickly please, we are late"

 Jane ran around the house collecting things.
- "Mom, why should we just go today?" Asked Ostin.
- "Because today is your grandmother's birthday and we have to be there"
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Two hours later they were in the cemetery.
- "Unfortunately, people do not live forever, frayed," said a woman laying fresh flowers on the grave. She sat down near the monument and looked at the photograph of her mother.  She twisted her in her arms, until she felt the wind gently scatter her hair.  Jane thought that someone was stroking her head and singing something.  The sound became louder and she began to understand the words.  It was a lullaby that my mother sang in her childhood. Some incredibly light feeling was formed in the soul of Jane. She began to recall her childhood. Walking with her parents, a large chocolate birthday cake, the first unsuccessful trips on the bike.  She felt like a little girl who was tired of long games in hard life.  The woman believed that mom would soon come and embrace her. She smiled and cried at the same time.  Her soul was so painful that the woman began to choke her tears. But this will never happen. Jane understood this and a slight jerk ran across her body.  She sat on her knees, shivering from the wind, and the song quietly disappeared.