Veronika Lesnevskaya
Synochek v nagradu. Podari mne lyubov'
Unabridged
13 hours 11 minutes
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- CHej eto rebenok? – boss kivaet kuda-to vniz. Ne srazu zamechayu ryadom s moshchnoj figuroj svoego trekhletnego syna. - Pochemu vy ne doma? - Nam nekuda bol'she idti. Mozhno my perenochuem zdes'? – riskuyu poprosit'. Radi malysha. - Net, - korotko chekanit boss, pugaya menya. Porazmysliv, on vdrug podhvatyvaet Vladika na ruki, i tot na udivlenie zamiraet v ogromnyh lapah. Ne plachet, ne soprotivlyaetsya. – Sobirajtes', ko mne poedete. Syn s interesom vpivaetsya v lico bossa, rassmatrivaet vblizi, dergaet za borodku i neozhidanno vydaet: - Papa? *** Muzh prognal menya, obviniv v izmene, kotoroj ne bylo. Otkazalsya ot syna, ne priznav ego svoim, i ostavil nas bez sredstv k sushchestvovaniyu. Edinstvennym spaseniem okazalas' rabota v izvestnoj seti avtosalonov. Esli by ne odno «no». Moj boss… Dikij, odinokij, zamknutyj posle gibeli zheny, on dazhe na rasstoyanii derzhit v strahe ves' kollektiv. No na menya s pervogo dnya smotrit tak, budto znaet vsyu zhizn'. A moj syn pochemu-to tyanetsya k nemu, kak k rodnomu otcu.
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