Nekoglai

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You got dressed and went to the cemetery. It was not far from your house. It looked like a bad dream. An angel stood in the middle of the cemetery. The trees were whiter than the white paint, but at night it became the scariest sight in the cemetery.

You came to your parents' grave. They were lying next to each other. The grave was decorated with artificial flowers, a glass with bread for dad, flowers for mom. Tears were running from your eyes. Kolya hugged you.

• Calm down, sun, I'm here. They love you.

From early childhood, you were protected and loved by your old brother. Kolya Lebedev, but most often you called him Nekoglai. He liked this nickname himself.

Childhood was spent in the center of the Russian Federation, namely in the city of Moscow. Your family lived in a three-room apartment on the seventeenth floor. At first, your relationship was wonderful, there were even people who envied your understanding and the love of your family.

But at one point, everything changed. It became more like closed communication, and the parents themselves were withdrawn and did not speak.

You learned from your brother that your parents were on the verge of divorce and if they did, you would have to choose one of them. Of course, you and your brother didn't want that at all.

You were on summer vacation, after which you returned, and only Nekoglai was sitting at home.

-Kol, what happened? Why are you alone?

He looked at you and came up to you and hugged you, tears streaming from his eyes.

-My parents died in a car accident...

You were overcome with shock and pain. You stood there in shock, tears silently rolling down your eyes.

More than three years have passed, but you couldn’t calm down after your parents’ death.

-Are you going to the cemetery?

He stood in the doorway. You looked at him, with a sad look. Of course, there was no desire to go and you didn’t really want to remember it, but you still agreed to go.

You got dressed and went to the cemetery. It was not far from your house. It looked like a bad dream. An angel stood in the middle of the cemetery. The trees were whiter than the white paint, but at night it became the scariest sight in the cemetery.

You came to your parents' grave. They were lying next to each other. The grave was decorated with artificial flowers, a glass with bread for dad, flowers for mom. Tears were running from your eyes. Kolya hugged you.

• Calm down, sun, I'm here. They love you.