It did not happen

                "Quae sunt Caesaris Caesari"

- Polinka, I want to talk to you - pretty woman openly admired her young daughter. She raised a beauty: eyes as brown cherries burn on a slightly dark face, heavy braid of dark hair falls below waist, her figure is accurate as a ballerina figurine.

- Yes, Mom, I'm listening to you - Polina looked up from the thick book she was reading, sitting comfortably with her legs on the couch.

- One person ... He's not young. He would like to meet you - mother paused and then said quietly, - close.

- Mom, do I understand you correctly? – Eighteen-years old daughter asked puzzled. They never discussed such topics in the family before. Generally, they had not talked about sexual relationships at all.

- My dear, life is life – a woman felt extremely uneasy about the conversation but thought it is necessary to bring it to the finish.

- So what?

- If you agree you will get two-room apartment in the city center.

Polina stared embarrassed at the mother who decided to back up her words of another argument:
- His word is the law.

- Mom, how can you offer me that? – Daughter’s voice sounded angry.

- Honey, I was obliged to notify you.

- What am I supposed to answer?

In response the mother kept silence.

- Mom, I can`t. You know that – girl’s lips trembled treacherously and she was ready to cry with resentment.

- Polinka, my dear – a woman put her arms around daughter's shoulders and hugged her, - you know, I'm a mother and had to tell you about it. For you not accuse me later ...

- Mom, you're so funny - Polina interrupted her mother, wanting to end this shameful for both of them conversation quickly. They sat for a long time hugging, and each woman was silent about something hers.

***

Twenty years have passed.

- Mom, do you remember the conversation about some mythical admirer who was ready to pay two-room apartment for my favor – Polina who became over the years a successful woman, remembered old conversation and wanted to clarify the details.

- Of course I do, my dear, - an old but still very nice woman looked at his daughter with love. She came to visit her mother and they drank tea in the kitchen and enjoyed the sweets that Polina had brought.

- Do I understand correctly that it was the deputy director of the factory where you worked, Mr.N?

- No, it was a different person.

- Really? I'm always amazed that N. treated me fatherly.

Mother sighed and poured carefully tea in the daughter’s cup.

- Well, now I can tell you the truth. The man who offered for relations with you the apartment was then a Secretary of Communist Party Committee. That time it meant he was a host of a city.

- Mr.M.?? - Poina was amazed.

- Yes.

- Mom, I interviewed him ten years later, and he said no word about it. Well, he was old and I remember he said that shortly after the end of our interview, that took place in his apartment, he was waiting for the visit of his nurse.

- That nurse, actually, got an apartment meant you - smiling woman looked at the bewildered daughter.

- ... Mom, do you regret?

- No, dear, I'm proud of you.

- Mom, thank you. For everything. For what I am and that you gave me the possibility to  become what I am - Polina hugged her mom impulsively and they were sitting side by side long, both happy and smiling to something personal.


Post Scriptum. The heroine of this story now has in the ownership 300 sq m of housing in the center of her native town. The former party secretary died 6 years ago. In his honor the street in a city suburb was named.