“We are thirty-five years old and we have no children. We have long been accustomed to this. We almost stopped communicating with old friends who became parents long ago. There are fewer common topics of conversation, and my best friend's mother is afraid of my evil eye and fears for her grandson. I'm tired of toasting the children at family or friendly gatherings. “And those who don’t have them, we want to get them as soon as possible.” They get dogs. I'm tired of tactless remarks from old acquaintances or some classmates. “How come there are no children?” Once upon a time I also lied about family planning and other rubbish. Now I’m just tired. I’m thirty-five years old and I don’t have children...”