Tona went home, but could not be there. Mom was with a neighbor, and still did not know about anything. Tona went out into the garden, and her gaze fell on the envelope lying on the table of the gazebo.

This is from my father.

Tona hastily opened it.

There was a letter in the envelope.

"Tona. If you are reading this, then Omen has already dealt with you. I had to tell you a very important thing, but I still could not find the time. Remember: you cannot allow people to be happy without us. If we are the source of their happiness. they wipe their feet on us. You can’t let them be higher than us. Always defend yourself and your point of view. Remember your rights and be what you consider necessary to be.

Love is inside. And I hope I showed you an example of true, unconditional love. Be happy, daughter. Your dad is an architect. "

Tears welled up in Tona's eyes.

She whispered "Daddy" and pressed the sheet to her heart. This was the last letter from my father.

Scene 11

"I feed myself in the fall as home brew, and save for the winter. Once I fought with my brother, a henchman of the insidious darkness. He is now in all the expanse, but we have recaptured justice, when that happiness was in pain, now happiness is in OUR power."

It hurt to laugh. In recent years, TONA Shailova suffered from severe shortness of breath. She smoked for many years, smoked heavy "male" cigarettes, and this affected her ability to breathe freely.

Climbing the stairs to its 15th floor, TONA stopped exactly in the middle, on the 8th floor.

Thoughts were confused, blood pulsed in the temples, it seemed like another step, and the heart would stop. But she stepped on one more step, then another, then another … After about 40 minutes, TONA was already at the door to her 98th apartment.

With shaking senile hands, she took out the keys and tried to insert the key into the keyhole, her hands did not obey, the key slipped several times, and finally the door was opened.

TONA entered, literally crawled to the chair, and fell into it, exhausted and exhausted by the heavy lifting.

– LORD HAVE MERCY.

Tona did not like to ask the Lord for health, but she really wanted, again, as before, to have the full force of "form".

Its steel frame has long become akin to the body and sagged. Her head turned gray, her face was cut through by serious, deep wrinkles. She didn't need to be told that the end was near, she already knew that. Now, she just wanted to rest.

“We will all rest in the next world,” she thought, and pressed the power button on the TV remote control.

TONA, her arms folded across her chest, dozed in a chair. In her years she was quite vigorous, active, the initiator of many social and cultural events. She knew that she had not lived her life in vain, since she repelled the blow of the OMENA, although she did not defeat him. Since she was not afraid to fight him. Because she loved the FATHER. Since the MOTHER saved. Since BREATHING freely. Yes, she had no children, only cats and two dogs, but she had many students and followers. She was now 83 years old. TONA snuffled in the chair to the sound of the incessant TV. She still had something to say … Suddenly the TV went silent. She opened her eyes for a second, and a choked cry escaped her throat. She just had time to say "FATHER". A blissful smile played on her rested face. Thus ended the life of one of the greatest women in the history of planet EARTH. Great TONE, TECHNOGYRL.