I went to the station. I was planning to go to the city for a few days. At the station, I saw a pregnant girl. She was quite young, beautiful, sitting and staring out the window, silently crying.
Five days later, I came back and saw her still sitting in the same place. It turned out that she…
She looked confused. There was a small bag nearby, but something told me she wasn’t waiting for a train. I left on Monday and came back just five days later. The girl was sitting in the same place again. I decided to go up to her and talk.
She clearly needed help. When I asked her why she was there, she answered, “They kicked me out of my home. This is where I live,” the girl said, tears streaming down her cheeks. I became interested in the details of her life.
It turned out she was an orphan. Her name was Eva. I decided to invite Eva to stay with me. She ate, warmed up, and continued her story. When she was twenty, she came to the big city and met her future husband, who became her common-law spouse.
Their relationship developed quickly, and soon the girl moved in with him. The husband often abused her because he knew she had no one to protect her. It seemed he never wanted to start a family with her, so when he found out she was pregnant, he kicked her out. She went to the station, and the station became her home.
But the fact is, she would soon have a baby, and there wasn’t even a decent doctor in the village to help with the birth. So I decided she would live with me, and I would help her in any way I could. I asked for help from my friends and acquaintances. They brought baby clothes, various bottles, socks, and they even managed to find a stroller.
Soon, little Yana was born. When the child started kindergarten, I found a job for Eva at a factory. She performed well as a professional in her field and was soon promoted to a managerial position. Eva and Yana became an inseparable part of my life and very important to me.
