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Natalia. I gave birth to twins. We brought them home. And the cat sat on the boy's face. While I was hanging the laundry, he suffocated. Our cat is big and gray. Beautiful, oh my! Her eyes are green, like my favorite glasses. We got a set for our anniversary. My husband didn't understand why I didn't let her be thrown out or put to sleep. But how can you explain that? I looked into her eyes and remembered everything.
There was a girl left, yes.

She takes plastic buttons from children's dresses out of a sewing box, and a photo of the button appears on the screen.

And the cat stayed. A stupid animal, what can you ask of her?

Grandma Natasha. I looked at her, and my son is always standing next to me, smiling at me. He comes home at night and says, "Mom, don't cry, I'm happy here." Mom, don't cry, look. The child is foolish, but she understands. And I wipe my face with my apron. My daughter asks why I'm crying. I keep quiet and go into the barn. I'll sit for a while and then come out.
Natasha. Borka and Froska grunted in the barn all summer. And then in the fall, they disappeared somewhere.
Natalya. I walk around with my purse. I collect stones in it. Or I sit on the beach, combing the sand with my fingers. My husband, Alyosha, whispers, coaxes. Auntie shouts. I just nod. The neighbor helps them. She goes to the milk kitchen. Feeds him. Takes him for walks. Irons his shirts.

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Winter. Lika arrives at her grandmother's apartment. She sees that everything is cluttered with things.

Lika. Grandma is:
"Ballet" cream and fine, fragrant powder;
"Red Moscow" perfume. I always painted Moscow red. When we moved, I was surprised to see it was multicolored. A yellow sewing box full of buttons. You can play with them;
shoes. I could put my little feet in them and walk like a grown-up; (Lika tries on Grandma's shoes; now they fit her)
the smell of vinegar in her hair;
tooth powder, you want to chew it, it smells so delicious;
an earring I clutched in my fist when we left. It's long, it jingles when you shake it (Lika takes it out of her pocket and shakes it)
tears on Mom's birthday when she's not looking.
A voice offstage. Likusha, you're such a slob. Grandma, who is a slob? A very clumsy person. Marya Ivanovna was drinking tea, but her stomach was cold. Would you like some tea? I will, Mamushka. Why Mamushka? You're everything at once. Mom is sleeping, she's tired, but I didn't play either. I don't spin the top, I sat down and sat. Don't make noise, Likusha.
Lika. I'm not making noise, Grandma. I'll sit here quietly with you. Where are you?

Lika can't find any photographs. Just one of Grandma with Lika and Lena. She takes it and puts it in her pocket.

All text in English