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– Ya tebya lyublyu, moya devochka. My so vsem spravimsya, mama tebya nikomu ne otdast, - celuyu kroshechnyj nosik svoej novorozhdennoj malyshki. Dver' palaty raspahivaetsya, i ya vskidyvayu golovu, podumav, chto akusherka chto-to zabyla. No oshibayus'. Na poroge palaty stoit Aleksandr – otec moej docheri. Tot, kto ne dal i slova skazat' v svoe opravdanie. Tot, kto obeshchal otobrat' moyu doch'. I tot, kto rastoptal vse moi chuvstva i lyubov' k nemu, kogda podverg moyu i zhizn' moej malyshki smertel'noj opasnosti. – Chto ty zdes' delaesh', Sasha? – vyhodit iz menya polushepotom, i ya sil'nee prizhimayu doch' k grudi, starayas' ukryt' ot zhadnogo vzora ee otca, kotoryj sverlit pronzitel'nym vzglyadom malyshku v moih rukah. – Priekhal poznakomit'sya s docher'yu.