– Stop it, – Lena laughed. – By the way, tomorrow a surprise awaits you!
Despite all his attempts to coax Lena into revealing what the surprise was, Gena never found out. They went to sleep, happy and full of hope, embracing each other.
— Sasha, I don’t understand how you can be so indifferent! It’s been half a year since that girl took our son away, and you haven’t lifted a finger! — Anna Nikolaevna grumbled.
Alexander tore himself away from his papers: — And what do you propose? To call in riot police and forcibly bring him home? Don’t forget, he’s married now and living his own life.
Anna stamped her foot: — Nonsense! A month ago, he was supposed to be admitted to the hospital, but all he does is assure me that everything is fine and immediately hangs up the phone. How can he be alright without treatment?!
Alexander realized that behind this torrent of words lay the mother’s anxiety. Setting aside his documents, he gently suggested: — If you’re so worried, let’s go visit them. Let’s see how they are settling in.
Anna thought for a moment, then smiled: — That’s a great idea.
— Then get ready. I’ll call Gena, and tomorrow morning we leave.
They reached the village only by evening.
— My God, what a wreck! — Anna Nikolaevna sighed.
Alexander smiled: — I like it. Fresh air, no trash… Oh, look, a hare!
Anna watched in amazement as a hare dashed in front of the car: — It’s like a nature reserve! I wouldn’t be surprised if bears roamed the streets here.
— Looks like we’re here, — Alexander noted.
At that moment, the house’s gate swung open, and Gena appeared on the doorstep. Anna froze, and Alexander nearly lost his speech. Standing before them was a robust, healthy young man, completely different from the previously pale youth.
— Mom, Dad, I missed you so much! — Gena exclaimed joyfully.
They embraced for a long time, and Anna couldn’t hold back her tears: — Gena, how you’ve grown!
— It’s all thanks to Lena. And also—to the bees. You wouldn’t believe how interesting it is!
Lena stepped onto the porch, smiling shyly. She too hugged the husband’s parents.
— Thank you, dear, — Anna Nikolaevna said through tears. — You did what even the best doctors couldn’t do.
After mutual greetings and embraces, they finally unloaded the car and handed over all the gifts they had brought. Lena, smiling warmly, invited everyone to the table. Anna Nikolaevna inspected the dishes with interest, as if they had transported her back to her childhood: everything looked incredibly appetizing and homely. Meanwhile, Gena took out a bottle:
— Dad, here’s some mead. Real, homemade.
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