Она случайно уронила ложку. Звук был сильнее выстрела...

She accidentally dropped a spoon.
The sound was stronger than a shot in silence
And, frightened, she started a little.
The son nervously threw: - Mom, do not rush ...

And then her daughter-in-law flew up like a snake,
As if stepping on a needle:
- I’m saying that she doesn’t have a place for us,
In the kitchen forever crumbs on the floor!

You know how she got me.
Am I supposed to be her servant?
So, the last time I told you -
Decide today - me or her.

Screaming nervously, loudly, hysterically
And completely forgetting about the brakes.
Again spoiled breakfast, as usual.
Tears froze with crystal in his eyes.

The son was silent, the granddaughter was silent nearby,
The angel she she
For so many years she held pens in her hands.
Big became, the nanny is not needed ...

It’s as if the demon had moved into the daughter-in-law -
Screaming, beating in anger with his fist on the table:
- So that tomorrow he moved to her room!
The son silently got up from the table, left ...

Sobs froze in her throat,
She is not a "mother" - "grandmother" and "mother in law."
The house has become a stranger, cruel, unfamiliar.
When did love die in the house?

Another night was sleepless
The pillow was wet with tears
And the head hummed with a copper ringing:
- Why, son, did you bring me?

And in the morning the son sat down at her bed,
Afraid to look into begging eyes
I can barely handle the excitement
Hearing a little in a whisper said:

- You, mom, understand ... It’s also very difficult for me ...
I'm between you, like between two fires ...
And THERE is also crowded,
You and the people there will be more fun.

“Yes, son, I don’t need any fun.”
I would be near you, close people,
I would die, son, with you next ...
- Yes, it’s hard for us to understand you.

We already have a family, business, work.
And our life is far from paradise.
Wife, there’s a hunt too,
And then cook and wash for you.

- Well, son, since I became a burden,
Take me to that "old house" ...
Covering her eyes with a handkerchief, she sobbed.
And the son swallowed a lump in his throat.

And in a day simple belongings
They lay in bundles on the floor.
For some reason, the house was remembered, the gate ...
And the rain trickled down the glass.

"Well, that’s it. Now they’re calmer here
And it will be easier to live without burden.
And I ... I see it worthy of it ... "
But the legs did not want to leave.

And my legs became cottony with grief
And the heart had no place in the chest.
And son, to speed up the separation,
Nodding to the door, she ordered: - Go.

She, holding on to her chest not make-believe,
As if pain in the heart would soothe:
- Come on, son, sit down on the track,
So that you and I could have an easy way there.

But what will the short minutes give
How long is the separation indicated?
For some reason, ahead of my son,
Mom stepped first over the threshold ...

...Government House. Heavy foul smell
Medication with food and bleach in half.
There’s on the couch someone’s ex-dad
In the neighborhood of someone's ex-mothers too.

The son walked with things to the house,
Saying goodbye, he somehow dropped dryly:
- Forgive me ... And it will be boring,
Here is the telephone. Take and call.

But goodbye still hugged mom
Clasped to himself, like many years ago,
When I was still my favorite.
Kissed and looked into the eyes.

And in those eyes the pain of separation froze
There is no way to heal her now.
Wrinkled hands
He delayed, unable to let go.

Mom's tear slid down her cheek.
- You yourself, son, at least occasionally call.
Shyly leaned against her native:
- Go, son, God bless you.

And after the cross three times.
And, sinking heavily on the bed,
Suddenly realized - now she is back
You can’t see the roads to your son anymore ...

Days stretched like a gloomy string
Similar as twin brothers.
Why was such an end appointed to her?
What is mother here for? What are fathers for?

In the longing for my son melted like a candle
Prayed: - Lord, forgive him,
My blood, my heart!
And I don’t need anything else.

Lord, take my soul rather
If I don’t need me anymore on Earth.
... She kept a photo of her son under the pillow,
She seemed to sleep warmer with him.

And the son, returning from a long trip,
I remembered everything about my mother’s eyes,
She remembered everything that sad look,
And as a tear ran down her cheek,

And the smell of mother's that unique
And strands of mom’s white hair
And mother’s voice is affectionate, beloved ...
“Why did I take my mom there?”

How could I forget that it was difficult for mom.
What she had to bear and survive
When she raised me alone
When she had to forget about herself.

What kind of man am I after?
Since I failed to protect my mother?
The one with whom he was connected by a strong umbilical cord,
Who in this life can replace?

The next morning, without saying a word to his wife,
I went again to the "elderly home".
- If only mom was healthy,
And everything will go on from now on.

Now I’ll blow dust off her
I won’t let a tear drop
I'll give her the best dishes
I’ll put the best piece of food ...

Here, finally, the familiar tent,
On the nightstands - cooled food
Empty mother's bed ...
But my mother is not ... A thought flickered: "Trouble."

And my heart sank to a small point
And the floor swayed underfoot.
Hand holding the wall, on a small step
I walked slowly along the corridor.

 And someone's voice after him: - Listen ...
And cold sweat ran down his back.
But suddenly I saw that towards the mug
His mother is walking along the corridor!

And immediately an oppressive stone fell from my shoulders,
And tears of happiness spilled from my eyes
He tightly grabbed mom