Aunt Galya also knelt down and, turning to the monument, said: “Here, Christina, I brought her to you, as I promised.” But I can’t manage to take her with me. I'm sorry! - And she sobbed loudly. I first stroked Aunt Galya, and then looked at the photograph of the woman she was addressing. A very beautiful young woman was looking at me. And she smiled. Aunt Galya calmed down a little and told me: “This is your mother, Dianochka.” I looked at the woman again, she was still smiling at me. At this time, Uncle Vladimir returned, knelt in front of me, hugged me to him, and cried: “If she had confessed to me right away, I would have been able to understand and forgive her.” And it’s so easy to love you! But she chose to tear out my heart and take it with her.