1978, Pryazha
It was nice to remain behind as the eldest for the first time. The grownups were having a wedding. Not all of them. Uncle Igor was marrying the young and beautiful Valya. Everyone else was the guests. That morning they had spent a long time getting ready and running about nervously. The children were also agitated and ran around at the adults’ feet. It was only Grisha’s younger brother, three-year-old Konstantin, who calmly sat at the table drinking tea. From his earliest days he had been serious and judicious, he always thought for a long time before doing something or repeating after someone else. For that reason he did a lot of things right, something that his parents loved him for. The others, loud and of varying ages, did not grasp that this celebration was not in their
