Escape from Saratov

Глава 1The door cracked open. It was my son, Alexander. He went into the room and sat down in an armchair by the fireplace. The light played on his kinky brown hair.– how are you, dad? – He turned to me after a moment of silence. Shadows on his face emphasized his thoughtful expression.– I'm fine, thanks.Silence again. The door slammed loudly, destroyed it. Young girl burst into the room screaming.– I'm he-ere! Were are you, daddy?– shhhhh, Sally, grandded here.She stopped, but moment later, she went again.– good night, grandpa, how are you?She slowly went to Aleksandr's chair and sat down no him.– best of all, haha.– it is good... hmm... – she looked thoughtful, just like She's father, but such a look disapperate as if it had never existed, and she says: "grandpa, would you tell me story about your escape from Saratov again, please?"- what? – son looked pe…