Dad told me my friend of childhood Sergey K

. After many years after what happened. I knew my family very well, in which he was growing, often had at home, communicated with his parents, and explain everything that he told me, simply imagination or the consequence of experienced grief I can't. I outlined this story from Sergey's face, so that readers were more convenient to perceive written. "In October 1982, Dad died. Long tormented. He had a gastric cancer. I worried very much. Dad for me was all. He loved her mother, me and the younger brother. When Dad died, I was 15 years old, and brother - 12. I still remember the funeral and everything that happened after, like yesterday ... History, in general, banal, and such stories can be heard and read in a set, but when it It happens with you - another thing ... In the night after the funeral, there were many relatives with us in the apartment, who came from other cities to say goodbye to Pope. Everyone is very tired and morally, and physically, so it was very early to sleep. In the morning, before lunch, it was necessary to spend the dad on the cemetery (such in Siberia Custom). I remember, I cried very much on my father's grave, so I had a father: only yesterday he was still at home, let him be dead, but I could see him, he was there, but now - everything, never more ... Four days passed, relatives left, and we There were alone with their grief. Gone a series of ordinary gray days. Mom worked at the factory in the accounting department, came home only after six in the evening, and I studied with a brother - I'm in a technical school, brother at school. Why we didn't go to bed that night for so long, I do not remember. Mom sat at the table in the kitchen, drank a little, we were next to my mother, just did not say anything. There was the first hour of the night (just do not associate what I will tell you next, with the "full-time", "dark hour" and other rubbing, everything is much easier). I can say for sure, almost up to a minute, how much it began - at 0:50. We lived in a three-bedroom apartment on the first floor of an ordinary "Khrushchevka", the kitchen window was located next to the entrance to the entrance, and therefore we clearly heard how the access door slapped (then there were no intercoms and code buttons, doors opened freely). I can not say why, but we are all at once - both mom, and brother, and I understood: it's dad. Two minutes we just sat silently. Oh, how I was afraid! Yes, and mom with a brother, too ... for some reason I thought: "No, it can not be, bashing"! .. But ... at the door several times they poured, but it came to me, but it came to me: at this time my dad always came home after The second shift! At 0:20, work ended, plus half an hour on the road. Mom ran into the corridor and snapped to the door eye ... there was a father! We literally overwhelmed with the brief: "Mommy! Do not open! " Mom turned to us ... I can't describe the words that she had for her face. Mom wanted to tell us something, but could not, she just did not know what to do. The door knocked again. I will say right away that I personally did not hear anything, because I had a blissful, but my mother then told (not to us, and with her friends) that our father asked for the door: "Tamara, Open! I am very tired and I want to eat. " And here, with a mother, the stupor went out, she got up in front of the door and began to talk with those who were behind her: "Volodya (so called the dad), go away, for God's sake! It is impossible! You do not live here, you scare children ... ". And something else spoke, spoke, then to the eye - there is no one! Mom I took us with my brother for the collar and dragged with you to the hall, in a large room. The light on the way was hung away: "And how at the exhibition." The curtains in the hall were dug, so we saw nothing, but clearly heard noise. Well, how to say - as if someone on the hands of the window sill pulls up to look into the room from the street. My brother and I did not leave, on the contrary, even pissed off. Mom just shook. We were three of the sofa, clinging to each other - or rather, this mother pressed us to him. My windows with a brother of bedrooms went out on the other side of the house, in the parisader. A few minutes, there, in our room, he was heard a knock on the window, and a voice was clearly heard: "Son! Son! ". And again, as if someone behind the windowsill clinghed, I wanted to get to you. Who he called? Me? Brother? Mother went to that room, and again began to begging: "Volodya, go, I ask you ... You're vanya (this is my younger brother) frightened what you need, go away ...". And then everything ended. Mom told later that she saw the face of his father outside the window. It seemed to her that he was crying, as the offended children cry ... I understand that you can say - 15 years, a healthy guy, a "polyuzka", and behaved like a kindergarter. Well, I do not know, I was scared very much, and I was careful to me on the one who is about me and how I think. And then it was not to do, and now ... And the next morning mom called for a long time. We had a full apartment of relatives, close and not very, old and nice. My mother did not go to work, and my brother and I did not go to study. Then very long under the leadership of the Twitter, huge, like a wardrobe, aunt Lena all the villals of the apartment brooms, splashed with water, scraped the corners, hid dads. By evening, pulled up after work the men, vodka appeared, put a large table and the dad was remembered until the dad ... many years have passed since then. My mother left the life, went to live in another city my brother Ivan. We are very rare, only on the anniversary of mom and dad. There was no more such a sort of one in my life. And that night I remembered for life. That's just the attitude to the occurrence changed. I'm not afraid to remember it all, I'm still ashamed somehow: my dad was scared, the Batya relatives ... It was like it, if I could come after death! ". Sergey K. Died two years ago. Cold. Returned the winter night after work home, it became bad with the heart, fell right near his entrance, and that's it. If something is there anything, then he is now with his relatives.