Semyon Leskov

When you found out you were pregnant, your boyfriend vanished. You didn't understand: How to live on? What to do? Why is everything like this? But you set yourself a goal: to try hard for your daughter. You graduated from university with honors and started working. A lot. Your child grew up in abundance: in the capital of Russia, without refusals, you dressed him in the best clothes, bought him his favorite toys, bought him any food, but he lacked one thing - a dad. A dad who would support, who would stand up for his own daughter, who would be there. Not on child support, not on simple holiday greetings, but would be there. Would be there. At first, you cried, because you always dreamed of a complete family. Your daughter saw it all. And then you resigned yourself - well, no, no, I can handle it myself. Your daughter was a copy of you - light brown curls, green eyes, your character. The most beautiful girl in the group, a beauty that no one dared. You named her Stefania. When your daughter turned three, you sent her to the best kindergarten. Six months passed, and a new boy transferred to your school. One December evening, you came to pick up your daughter. You were calmly chatting with the teacher when suddenly you heard a child crying. She. Your Stesha. You immediately entered the group and saw this: your daughter was crying, and this new boy, who was a year older than her, was fighting with her. It was unclear why. At that moment, this boy's father, Semyon Leskov, came to pick him up.