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The phone rang.

“Nastya!”

Marianna rushed to the phone and grabbed the gray receiver of the landline.

“Nastya! Nastya! I hear you, hello!”

“Hello, Mariannochka!”

“How are you?” asked Nastya.

“I’m fine, thank you for calling!”

“Happy birthday! May every day bring you joy, and most importantly, health to you and your loved ones,” said Nastya.

“Thank you, Nastya. I thought you wouldn’t call.”

“It’s evening in London, and almost night here,” said Marianna.

“That’s right,” replied Nastya.

Then Nastya asked about me, but there wasn’t much to say except about my hospital. Nastya always talked very little about herself, almost nothing.

That was the end of the conversation.

Marianna was in the kitchen with her grandmother.

Her grandmother said,

“You see, Nastya calls, she’s not proud. You should appreciate that.”

“Why would she be proud?” Marianna said, pouring tea. “But it turns out that if Nastya made it abroad, she is better than me and should be proud.”

Grandma probably thinks that once you go abroad, you become a master, a great person. She thinks that way because she lived her whole life in the Soviet Union, never traveling abroad.

That’s true, but here I am, and no one will help me go anywhere. To start with, there’s no money. And Nastya can’t help with that.