My boys made this
Sometimes a woman does not need proof through big speeches. Sometimes she looks at handmade gifts, cries, and understands: they believed her.
Boys, hello.
I’ve cried my eyes out here.
It is so touching.
Such beautiful gifts you made, boys… I have no words.
I simply have none.
I don’t even know what a woman can say to something like this.
I was so afraid you would brush it off.
That you would say I was lying.
That I only wanted purchases.
I was so scared.
I can’t.
It is all so beautiful.
Boys, I don’t even know how you managed to make something like this.
I have to confess: with all my creative nature, I am absolutely incapable of making things with my hands.
And you…
Dresses.
Goblets.
Dishes.
Blades.
A horse.
Dear God.
Bird feeders.
Golden coins.
Paintings.
My God.
I want to see all of it in real life so badly.
My dear Medics, please don’t worry.
I give you my word — I will wear them.
Honestly.
My darlings, I will wear all the handmade pieces.
Boys, the jewelry, the outfits, the things — I will wear everything without taking it off.
and point at them to everyone:
“My boys made this.”
I will bring it up in every conversation, how proud I am of my boys.
How proud I am of you.
So beautiful, boys.
I am truly surprised.
I was so sure that inside an Alpha’s head
there was only a schedule,
black coffee,
and control.
How wonderful it is
that such a tender soul
lives so beautifully and carefully
under the armor.
Thank you again so much.
And I am very sorry if I didn’t list everything.
Please forgive me.
Georgia.
Ossetia.
The Caucasus.
Armenia.
Oh, boys, you are really leading.
No, no, that is not a bad thing.
I apologize, I didn’t mean to offend or hurt anyone.
On the contrary.
I wanted to say that the whole field is now moving to your music.
Georgia — I will attach the tracks.
They are playing on repeat for me.
Boys, if possible, I would like to ask you to stay with me today.
I want to buy some indoor flowers.
I think I am leaning toward blooming ones.
Mhm.
And I need to study with Roman:
math,
handwriting,
and reading.
Then we will go to the playground.
I want him to run around, fool around with the boys.
Yes, mhm.
His father bought him a bubble gun.
The boy’s happiness has no limit.
No, no, I am teaching him to be alive.
No devices.
Barefoot.
Shirtless.
In shorts.
With dirty hands and a smeared little face.
Shouting and playing shooting games with the boys.
With scraped knees.
Mamaaaaa, just five more minutes!
I really don’t want to eat!
I want that kind of childhood for him.
Thank you.
I am trying.
But I am still afraid to let him go into the yard alone.
Please keep an eye on him.
I will go do my hair and put on a little makeup.
Of course, yes.
I don’t want to look or be unkempt.
Lunch?
All my hope is on you here.
It is terribly hot, and I have an acute reaction to the sun.
Yes, it is funny, but it is true.
When I stay in the sun for too long, I almost faint.
Mhm.
Yes, I am shocked myself.
but the fact remains:
the sun is capable of taking me down.
Fish?
I don’t mind.
Yes, yes, I am against dead animals, but fish sometimes tempts me.
Oh, don’t even ask.
And before I forget, I wanted to say two things.
First: I love you very much.
Second: school.
Mhm.
I wanted to ask you to make something.
Create something.
I don’t know how to describe it better.
Some kind of educational programs
to help boys.
Actual schoolboys.
They have no idea what life is,
what a woman is,
and what responsibility is.
They need us.
They are still so little.
They won’t listen to me.
And I am a woman on top of that.
Mhm, you understand.
Youth and immaturity will make them brush me off.
They will decide I am just nagging them.
Yes.
Exactly.
All handsome and luxurious, with a Porsche parked beside the building.
With a watch bigger than a mirror.
Yes, exactly.
So, school, boys.
Please.
The boys need us.
They are terrified.
Life has only just begun, and they already don’t understand anything.
Yes, it is funny, but it is true.
That’s it.
I am relying on you, boys.
Medics and Hollywood,
please prepare something.
The boys and I are literally begging you.
Although the boys have such a list that nobody will leave the stove until night.
Well…
Um…
Maybe we can order part of it?!
Okay, that’s it.
Roman is already furious, I have to run.
I adore my boys.
I am waiting for all of youuuu.
Damn, wait.
The time.
Let’s do 3:00 p.m.?
And cartoons?
Nooooo.
No, not Star Wars.
Damn, no.
Legally Blonde?
No?
Oh, come on!
BBC?
Egypt?
Overboard, 1987?
Aaaaa, I am covering my ears.
Noooo, I don’t want to hear it.
That’s it.
I know we have watched it a million times.
Nooooo.
Noooo.
That’s it.
Everyone is watching Overboard, 1987.
Yeeees.
That’s it.
Boooooo.
Eeeeeee.
Nope. I decide.
Aaaa, save me.
You shameless creatures!
You cannot just immobilize me!
No, I demand the right to vote.
Nooooooo.
Not the damn Star Wars.
Damn.
