/ world today news/ Nushka was no longer waiting for one of her to return – either the son or the daughter, she was just waiting for them to call her on the phone. Once upon a time, a long time ago, they used to do it…
And since no one was calling on the phone, she decided that she should go there, to Madrid.
And Nushka left one morning – the gate creaked shrillly as if she knew and was crying.
Nushka was walking, she was walking along the road, and the cars were whizzing past her.
Nushka knew that the road was long, but she would get to Madrid, didn’t her grandmother and grandfather like to say in such cases – “You can get to Constantinople by asking.” Well, Madrid is a bit further, but it will get there…
As she was walking alone in the ditch, something suddenly struck her and she no longer remembered anything.
When he came to, he was obviously in Madrid, because everyone here was in white and very attentive, gentle even.
Nushka immediately began to ask them to call her son and daughter. They listen to her smiling and nodding.
She was beaming and waiting until one day someone called out to her:
– This is a hospital! Not Madrid!
And she explains that she was hit by a car just a few kilometers from her village, but the driver was a good person and brought her to the hospital.
Nushka understood and cried without tears, this is how she had lived in recent years – in invisible to the naked eye, incessant crying.
After a few days, she died – from grief that she was not able to reach Madrid.
And when he was dying, he kept hoping that he was actually traveling to Madrid – to them, to the children.
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