Caring for little Lesia, as I called the girl, took a lot of time. I raised her alone. The birth of a child without a father was condemned by everyone, and only my most devoted friend, without saying a word, joyfully met me from the maternity hospital, bought and prepared children's things for our arrival home. To be honest, little Lesia did not cause much trouble. She ate, slept, developed in time and was not sick. I doted in this little thing. And only occasionally she gave vent to her senses when she looked into her blue eyes, clear as the sky and inviting with memories. A year with the baby flashed, she confidently stood on her legs, was rather curious and knew quite a few words. Here are just the words "dad" she knew from books, but from clinics and children's playgrounds, where walking fathers with children met.

The longing for Leshem gripped me with a new force when the summer came again and smelled of rich herbs, when the sky gave out pure blue. I put a merry chattering Leska into the car, and went to visit my house, which I inherited. The road ran merrily under the wheels. The places around were familiar, but at the same time have changed a lot. A deaf village, into which I came out of the forest, grew quite a bit and became one of the major local centers, due to the paved road, now there were already several large stores, although the former prodmag was in the same place. But it was called loud minimarket. I went there and saw at one of the counters that very saleswoman, who then gave me tea and called the appropriate authorities.

Leska rushed to the counter with sweets and began to whine happily, but I looked at the saleswoman, engulfed in memories. She raised her head and wanted to offer something, but when she recognized me, she gasped, then glancing at her daughter, jumped out from behind the counter and picked up the surprised Leska in her arms.

“This is his girl!” She did not ask, she argued. I suddenly burst into tears, everything that had accumulated in me over the course of these nearly a couple of years, love, longing, and other emotions poured out here right now, scaring Leskoy. But I could not stop ... I was sobbing, trying to hold back tears, collecting and brushing them with my hand, forgetting about the handkerchief in my bag.

Just calming down, I began to think: "So you saw him?" Tomorrow I will go out! ”And without even listening to the answer, she slammed the lid of the phone. And then she turned to me: “I think you are not in a hurry. Take your steal and send me another. Though we are chasing tea. ” She lived near the store. Her house was small, but neat and perfectly clean inside. It usually happens to old maids. Leska enthusiastically began to get acquainted with the inhabitants of a pretty courtyard, and we went to the kitchen, where the electric kettle was already boiling merrily.

Lena, as the saleswoman introduced herself, poured fragrant tea in mugs and, holding her chin with her hand, watched Leskoy running in the courtyard and sighed sadly. I was silent, realizing that if she decided, she would still tell, and you shouldn't rush her. Lena sighed again, as if parting with a dream and began to tell.

After my departure to the city, he appeared in the village about a week later. Aroused general curiosity and interest. He could not communicate, but did not leave the village, spending the night on the outskirts, in an abandoned house. Somehow he wandered into the store and tried to learn something with gestures. Lena remembered my confused words and understood exactly what I was talking about him. And decided at your own risk to take it to work. He turned out to be smart and his strength was very useful. A large highway was laid across the village, and new people came here, the store flourished right before our eyes, and a utility force was needed.

Goblin did not refuse any work and did everything he was asked: he was also a loader at the store and his guards and bouncer if he was overpowered by persistent drunks who were accustomed to borrow. He, like a sponge, absorbed everything in himself: literally in a few months, he began to talk, and Lena taught him to write and count. Now he sometimes replaced it behind the counter. But I didn’t want to leave the abandoned house before the winter. But for the winter, his Lena persuaded to live in her. What can I say, she harbored hope to make him a man. But he did not look at her like a woman. Often, with melancholy eyes I saw off regular buses, and met them, looking at the newly arrived women with hope.

He survived the winter of Lena, never yielding to her provocations, while remaining completely indifferent to her tricks and seductions. But as soon as the spring air began to excite the forest, as soon as the birds returned and nature began to bloom, he took with him all the savings, left on one of the buses and was lost in a large metropolis ...
I was terribly upset, now there was only one chance in a million to meet him. And I was worried about how he would survive in a big city. There was hope that, not finding me, he returned to his hut. And I decided to go there in the morning. Leska I left Baba Nina with my neighbor, and while my daughter was sleeping sweetly, I went along the barely visible path into the forest, risking getting lost again. But now with me was the phone and the phone number of Lena, who was privy to my plan and was ready to help.

A thin path wound among the trees. The sun was rising over the forest, and I hurried to where I knew love and where I received such a wonderful gift like my Leska. After a short time, I walked out into the clearing to a leaning hut, struggling through the thickets of trees, bushes and grasses. Looking at all this, I realized that he was not and is not here. Everything was running, overgrown with grass, and it was clear that no one had been here for a long time. I went into the hut, barely opening the door that was leaning ... everything was covered with dust, moss and smelled of mustiness. After sitting for a while on the hard bed of our love, I gathered back. Suddenly a thought came to me: I pulled a notebook out of my purse and wrote my phone number on a piece of paper ... but after thinking a little, I also wrote the address. And attributed that we are waiting for him and Leskoj. She pressed the leaf down with a stone, and left it on the table so that when entering the white sheet, her eyes clung at once.

Returning to the city, I first waited impatiently for the call, then slowly the fervor of waiting subsided, and I entered the usual course of life. Summer has flown by again, winter, spring has come. Leska celebrated second birthday. And I decided that in the summer I would definitely come back to the hut. But life decided everything for me: one May day, when the sun filled the windows and was too lazy to get up in the morning, the doorbell rang. The heart immediately broke off. No, I'm not a snail in my shell, friends and girlfriends came to me. But here ... I felt in my heart that it was him. Even without looking through the peephole, she opened the door. Behind was standing behind her. Still the same with a beard, but now well-groomed and tidy, the eyes of the color of the sky also shone with love. I fell on his chest and burst into tears. And he silently, like a fluff, picked me up and carried me to the room. We sat for a long time in silence, looking into each other’s eyes and could not get enough of them.

And then he smiled and introduced himself: Leshy. I laughed and dragged him into the kitchen. Feed ... feed my man. He sat facing the door, and by the way his eyes opened with delight, I realized that Leska had come. She stood in the doorway and looked at him. I looked from one to the other and was amazed by their similarity. And they were silent. It seemed to me that they were talking with eyes that they immediately found a common language. Suddenly Leska, my Leska, who walked into my arms only on special occasions, busily climbed onto Leshem's knees, trustingly hugged his neck with her little hands and turned to me seriously, slightly frowning brows: “My dad!” I sank down on the stool and burst into tears. These tears of happiness, they wiped me a couple. And I realized that I don’t need more happiness in life ...