Александр Александрович Чечитов
How to make life happy psychology in a simple way
Forty four year old Sergey, the son of my school physics teacher, lives with his mother. Not an old man, in general. On his head a white cap of white hair. In his eyes, fog. And emptiness inside. It so happened that I had to visit their house several times. The rooms have been under renovation for many years. Here and there lies a construction tool.
Vera Andreyevna prepares delicious, nourishing soup for him. And he sleeps, drunk. There was no celebration, or any substantial reason to drink. He just wanted to. When Serezha wakes up, a tired grimace will appear on his thin face, bristling with sparse hair. His mother at such times, begins to lament. Of course listen to Sergey. He is not willing though, and the dialogue rapidly devolves into a squabble. Vera Andreevna shouts to her son, pointing to sloppiness and irresponsibility. Yes, it's obvious, but first look into her heart. Left without a husband, she protected her son from fights from an early age. He is overprotected and cherished.
