Standing in the large hall of the Palace of Culture, which seems monstrously small for such a crowd, is stuffy. But many do not leave, they look at the funeral father, carefully look around the coffin, surrounded by guards, and look away when they see the sobbing mother.
What can I say, he was a good guy, we talked with him for a long time. There’s not even a need for words, damn it, ”his acquaintance, with whom Daniil went to school together, says harshly. – I always wanted to be a military man, from school age I was still eager.
