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Prologue
The main thing is to love your homeland and cherish your country. To see fields, rivers, lakes. To walk through cities. To respect people. To choose the right path, although mistakes are possible. Many things are exceptions to the rules.

Chapter 1
I stood on the edge of a cliff. And I looked down, but I couldn't see the bottom. I didn't want to end up there at all. Even then, there was no way out and all that was left was to die. To break and not move.

Chapter 2
Here it is, a step back. And I ran away from the cliff as fast as I could. My long path will be through forests and ravines, fields and lakes, until I reach the home path. The house is unsightly, but it is so dear.

Chapter 3
A garden with sour apples and sweet pears, which provide shade and make it less hot in the summer. When it's too hot, you want to go to the river, swim and never get out of it. On the way, a thunderstorm will catch you and you'll shiver, you don't want to get caught in a thunderstorm.

Chapter 4
And I got soaked to the skin. I ran into the house. I wanted to quickly take off my clothes and change, or better yet, crawl under the blanket. The door creaked, the cat went out into the yard. I didn't get up and continued to lie there.

Chapter 5
And suddenly a dream.
- Mistress, feed me.
Meow meow.
-In my dream, I go to a can of milk, scoop it up with a ladle, and then pour the milk into a deep bowl and give it to the cat.
And suddenly I felt the cat purring, he was already trampling on me.

Chapter 6
I stood up and gave Timosha some food. He started eating and was happy to be fed. After he had eaten, he climbed onto the windowsill where a geranium was blooming in a pot. There were other flowers, for example a cactus. The cat didn't like the cactus because it got him into trouble. He would hurt his nose or his paw with it. Lately he has been avoiding it.

Chapter 7
There was a knock at the front door. The postman had arrived. You have a registered letter. Sign here. This was an important letter for me. I urgently needed to respond. I opened the computer, typed the text and sent it to the addressee.

Chapter 8
Birthday is coming soon – August 28. A certain number of years will be turned. It is not a secret, everyone knows how many years will be turned. We will celebrate with my husband. We will buy food. Everything is modest and dignified, like with other people.

Chapter 9
Why I ended up on the edge. This is another crisis. A long time ago, I had to move from one city to another. I had to make a sharp change. It was painful for me. Until then, I lived in the city where I was born. Quiet streets, a barracks by the railroad tracks. A yard with a hammock and the purest air. Farm - chickens, geese, pigs. The move changed my lifestyle, and for a child this is very important, but I did not want to change anything. But my mother explained to me that in the new city there would be a music school and better education, and a three-room apartment with ready water supply and central heating was waiting. In the barracks, we heated with wood, there was a Russian stove. We had to slaughter the animals and give some to other hands. I loved animals. I had a cat Barsik. I did not know whether my mother and grandmother would take him with them. Barsik must have sensed something was wrong and simply didn't come home from his walk. I cried, my parents looked for him but never found him. And then I received a letter that the barracks were gone, they had torn it down. Memories flooded in, everything started spinning before my eyes, all the events of that time flashed by. I was a bit stressed.

Chapter 10
Many years have passed. I have a family and a new house. A cat Timosha and a garden. But due to the widening of the road, our house will be demolished, a letter was received. I gave a reply of disagreement. They have already decided everything. We have to move again. And then I rushed to the cliff. I looked at it, but I was suddenly shocked. I am many years old and I do not want to change anything globally.

Chapter 11
I talked to my husband, and he is for moving. There is some packing to do, the rest needs to be given away, some burned, some left as is. Headache and stress again. I am the kind of person who gets attached to what he has at the moment. The main thing is home, family, well-being and of course health.

Chapter 12
Events are developing very quickly. In six months we will be in a new place. This birthday will be the last time we will celebrate in this house. Everything is torn down, but memories remain.

Chapter 13
Six months have passed. We have moved in. We are getting settled. The area is good. Everything is within walking distance. We will live without beds and a garden. And it is all hard. And you are ready for changes. Personal and social. I went out into the yard late in the evening. The sky was full of stars. The moon was shining. Autumn and chilly. A little time will pass and we will celebrate the New Year. The snow is already white. Frozen puddles. I wandered around the yard for a while. The main thing is not to worry. Something goes, and something comes. There is a lot of lost and missed in life that can never be made up for. It is important to move forward in life. There are despondencies, there are reflections, there are revelations. Books help, the main thing is to have good books along the way. You need to see in them clues that guide you. Concentrate on the main thing.


Chapter 14
There was a wonderful library in the new neighborhood. I signed up there, trying to fill the silence of the apartment, which sometimes oppressed me. The librarian, a woman my age with wise eyes, noticed my selection of books one day—about psychology, decision-making, gardening. “Are you looking for answers, too?” she asked. That’s how I met Valentina.

Chapter 15
We were drinking tea in the reading room. For the first time, I told aloud, in detail, to someone I didn’t know about the cliff, about the barracks, about Barsik. She listened without interrupting. And then she told her story – about losing her job, about fighting her son’s illness. Her main “cliff” was her diagnosis. And she said something that struck me: “We stand at the cliff not when we lose the ground under our feet, but when we close our eyes to the fact that there may be new land beyond it.”

Chapter 16
Valentina turned out to be a volunteer in a society of amateur gardeners. She suggested that I lead a circle for children — teach them how to grow plants on the windowsill. I was scared: “I’m not an expert, I just love the earth.” “That’s what you need to teach. Love, not rules,” she replied. I agreed. The first lesson was awkward, but the sight of children’s glowing eyes planting a seed in the ground for the first time gave me a feeling I hadn’t had for a long time — a need here and now.

Chapter 17
I received an email. From one of my old neighbors from the barracks. They found me through social networks. It turned out that they created a virtual "museum" of our old yard - they upload scanned old photos and memories there. I saw a photo of Barsik, the same one playing with a ball of yarn. And the caption: "And this hooligan later came back, he just ran over to Aunt Klava, she fed him fish!" I cried and laughed at the same time. The greatest childhood pain turned out to be a misunderstanding. Barsik was happy. So, my past was not completely destroyed. It just became different.
that the "main road" is not a path without losses, but a path on which you learn to accept losses as part of the path and find the strength to plant new apple trees, even if in boxes on the balcony. Love for the Motherland for her now is both love for its past and active participation in its present.

Epilogue
Love your homeland. Be in one flow with the country. Choose the right path. Don't go through life by deceit. Know your own worth. Respect other people. "If you find yourself at a cliff, it's just a crisis. Look down and don't be afraid of anything." Allow yourself to go the main road. You can stumble, you can get up, but never stop.
That the "main road" is not a path without losses, but a path on which you learn to accept losses as part of the path and find the strength to plant new apple trees, even in boxes on the balcony. Love for the Motherland for her now is both love for its past and active participation in its present.