The wealthy man was sobbing by the gravestone of his mother, whom he hadn’t visited for many years. Suddenly, he heard the plea of a small child.

Matvey slammed on the brakes sharply, as if something had jolted him awake. How many times had he planned to come here — neither during his mother’s lifetime nor after her passing had he found the time. Always busy, important, he now found himself repulsive. It even became unpleasant to remember what he had been […]

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