20 years of fatherhood
Today, 7th August Monika turns 20. 20 years have passed, but it seems as if it has happened just a few minutes ago. I remember the day, when on August 6th, 1994 I came to Moscow from Dubna. In the evening I was planning to visit Sattar. Then he lived not that far from our Leninsky prospect flat. I called him and was ready to go. I was about to leave the house when Gulya told that she was feeling uneasy and asked me to call the maternity. They asked me a few questions (very common), but due to my ignorance I gave funny answers. Later we laughed a lot remembering that. I went to the hospital with Gulya which was not far from our flat. Leaving her there I came to the flat alone. For the first time I spent a night alone in that flat. I had no idea what to do. Usually I read books or papers or watch TV, but that night I was completely at a loss. In the morning Gulya phoned me and told we are o.k. I asked what do you mean we? In fact even then I couldn't realize the existence of a new