Antipyretics for children are prescribed by a pediatrician. But there are emergency situations for fever in which the child needs to be given medicine immediately. Then the parents take responsibility and use antipyretic drugs. What is allowed to be given to infants? How can you bring down the temperature in older children? What are the safest medicines?
I liked Natasha's parents. Especially mom. Dad was not very talkative. Therefore, Lyubov Nikolaevna hosted the whole evening. She turned out to be an excellent hostess. The dinner was absolutely delicious. I offered a toast to the parents of the bride, as well as to the wonderful hostess of this house, who prepared such a chic table. Lyubov Nikolaevna blushed a little, but in appearance it was pleasant to hear flattering words. The evening went well. When I returned home, I called Natasha to find out what impression I made on my parents. Natasha said that everything is all right. Mom especially liked it. Such a handsome, well-mannered young man, - Natasha conveyed literally, the words of her mother. I was pleased.
The days before the wedding were very busy. We chose a dress, suit, shoes, agreed to spend the evening in a restaurant. Natasha's mother shared the trouble with us. Didn't taste great. The bride's dress and my suit were chosen with her help. So the bride and groom looked their best.
And then the day of the wedding came. The solemn procession passed with tears of mothers and parting words of fathers. At 19 o'clock the evening began in the restaurant. They were all smartly dressed. But my mother-in-law, Lyubov Nikolaevna, stood out. She was wearing a stylish evening dress with tight spaghetti straps with a chic neckline. The gazes of the men were riveted to the cleft between the breasts. Even I caught myself thinking that my mother-in-law was damn attractive. The wedding was fun. We danced a lot. For one of the slow dances, I was paired with my mother-in-law. Natasha was paired with my father. The scent that emanated from my mother-in-law intoxicated me. The proximity in which we were, as it were, added fire to oil. I was excited. My cock was tearing my fly treacherously. Lyubov Nikolaevna noticed my embarrassment and offered to go outside, get some fresh air, relieve tension.
My daughter is lucky that her husband is so easily excitable, - began Lyubov Nikolaevna. But if you cheat on Natasha, it’s better that she doesn’t know about it. What do you!! I'm not going to cheat, ”I said. To which Lyubov Nikolaevna smiled. All men say so, but their masculinity speaks of something else. You got horny when we danced! And nothing can be done with nature. So let's not dissemble. But do not offend Natalia !!!
Yes, there was something to think about. The woman adhered to modern views. It was easy to talk to her on such piquant topics. I didn't have such a revelation with my parents. How was it in their family? Is her husband cheating on her? Does she know about his betrayal? I was interested to know the answers to these questions.
The wedding was wonderful. After the wedding, I moved on to live with the bride's parents. They had a three-room apartment. Everyone was preparing for the birth of their first child. With Natalia, because of pregnancy, they did not have sex. In the morning I woke up with protruding panties. To somehow relieve tension, I worked hard. He left early in the morning, came late in the evening. Nature demanded its own. Natalia was admitted to the hospital for support. My parents and I visited E. One day Gennady Petrovich went on a flight, and Lyubov Nikolaevna and I were left alone in the apartment. In the morning, as usual, I woke up with a strong erection. I decided to go to the toilet. The path passed by the bedroom of Natasha's parents. I, covering my dignity, hit the road. After using the toilet, the erection did not weaken. I decided to take a shower. Still, water relieves stress. When I left the toilet, I came face to face with my mother-in-law. My bump rested against her thigh. I blushed terribly, apologized and quickly flew into the bathroom. Lyubov Nikolaevna only smiled, seeing my shyness. After the shower, I calmed down a bit. Lyubov Nikolaevna invited me to breakfast. I went red as a tomato.
To defuse the situation, Lyubov Nikolaevna said: Nothing terrible happened. All this is in the order of things. We had breakfast. Lyubov Nikolaevna went to get ready for work. I, having removed the dishes, also went to my room. Passing my parents' bedroom, I noticed how my mother-in-law was dressing. She was wearing black tights and a white blouse. She wore her skirt exactly at the moment when I passed the bedroom. The sight was superb. Round, small ass was tightly covered with pantyhose. When my mother-in-law bent down to put my leg into her skirt, I did not know what to do with myself. My face flushed with renewed vigor. I could not stand this. I flew into my bedroom, took out my tool and began to masturbate. One minute was enough for me. There was a lot of sperm, and it was all on the floor. I had to go to the kitchen for a rag. Mother-in-law was already dressed and was waiting for me. Something happened? - asked me. Got a little stain on the floor, ”I blurted out. Let me help, - and followed me into the bedroom. She immediately understood what had happened, but did not show it. My mother-in-law was wiping the floor, but I didn't know where to put my eyes. This happens sometimes, there is no need to punish yourself, - only said Lyubov Nikolaevna. We went to our jobs, agreeing to meet in the evening near the hospital.
This story was told to me by an acquaintance. I imagined myself in his place and fantasized a little. And that's what came of it.
My wife fell ill. Who is not sick? But they put her in the hospital, and my three-year-old daughter was left in my arms. And the work is such that you can't take time off or leave now. Where can I go with such a baby? I had to turn to my mother-in-law with a request to help in trouble. Either let Katka take her, or come to us, but something needs to be done. Mother-in-law came to us.
He came home from work a little late, played with Katka, talked with his mother-in-law. She is a woman I need. She gave birth to Lenka, my wife, almost at eighteen and was now in the very juice, not even reaching the age of "berries again." And she came out in character. Calm, benevolent. And with my son-in-law, that is, with me, I quickly found a common language. Yes, we have with her and the age difference is not that big. Lenka is much younger than me. So there was no friction, on the contrary, everything was nice and beautiful. The mother-in-law looked after Katka, cooked, ran the household. And so they lived.
We handed over the object to the customer, received an award and a normal working day. Came home early. We played with Katka, attracted the mother-in-law to the game. Katka laughed merrily, catching up with her grandmother, who was running around the room, on the back of a hot horse, which dad portrayed. Holding on to her ears, so as not to fall with her father, or rather from the horse's back, she beat her heels on the sides, spurring the horse. Noise, laughter, joyful screams of the daughter. It's time for a swim. Katka, according to her usual habit, made a storm and a storm in the bath.
Both stood wet with their mother-in-law and waited for the ship with the sailor Katka to moor to the shore. The wet robe covered the mother-in-law's figure, but the figure is still very, very good-looking. The mother-in-law is similar in physique to Lenka, though a little fuller, but this makes her even more beautiful, gives the charm of a mature woman. And they are similar in face. Sometimes it seems that there are two sisters - the youngest and the oldest. Her breasts are somewhat larger than the Lenkins, and the priest is wider. Well, Lenka is still almost twenty years old before her mother, so they will equalize in the future.
Yes, the wet little figure of my mother-in-law led to sinful thoughts, especially since I had not had a woman for a long time. And my mother-in-law, sensing my interest in her with her female gut, quickly calmed Katka down, pulled her out of the stormy ocean and sent us to bed, saying that she needed to change into dry clothes, they were so busy.
Katka was asleep, and my mother-in-law and I were sitting in the kitchen. I bought wines from the premium, and now they were sitting, tasting this drink, talking about life. Word for word and went on to family problems. The mother-in-law began to say how happy she was for her daughter, what a good husband she got: loving, attentive, caring, affectionate. let the son-in-law not be angry and not offended, because it is known that the mother and daughter have no secrets from each other, because she even knows how things are with us in bed.
How lucky Lenka was to have such a husband-lover who would wash the woman in the bathtub, carry her to the bed, kiss everything and kiss even THERE. Mother-in-law has never seen such a thing in the movies, not that in life. She lived a life with a drunk who did not say good words, did not caress. Only yells. Well at least he doesn't let go of his hands. No, Lenka was lucky, very lucky. And her husband will hide drunk and sleep. And if he needs to finish, he will pile on like a hog once a month, sneeze for a couple of minutes, stinking of fumes, let him down and
and the side. No kisses for you, no kind words.
The mother-in-law was talking, and tears ran down her cheeks, her lips curved in a bitter smile, her nose turned red. She sobbed, wiped her tears with the back of her hand and continued her story. And I looked at her and thought that she was a normal woman, but she didn’t have any happiness. And how much does a woman need? And I began to calm down the woman, saying that everything will work out, everything will come to its senses. He stroked her head like a child, kissed her. She sobbed even more bitterly. Squatting down in front of her, he kissed her crying eyes, collected the tears flowing to her cheeks with his lips, and kissed her swollen lips. At some point, these lips responded to my touch, and a moment later we merged in a kiss that was not at all related.
The two stood in the middle of the kitchen and kissed fiercely. Hands fluttered over the bodies, feeling and stroking. Tongues conducted their conversation, penetrating into the mouth, lips caressing lips. The mother-in-law's robe had slipped off her shoulders and now miraculously kept on her body. At some point, the mother-in-law moved her shoulders and the robe was completely asleep, exposing her breasts, a little sagging, but still strong, a plump tummy. After the bath, the mother-in-law did not put on a bra and now her breasts, freed from the captivity of clothing, fell into my outstretched palms. I crumpled them, caressed them, without looking up from the woman's lips. And then he sat down a little and began kissing the nipples, sank to his tummy. Mother-in-law pressed my head to her, kept whispering about some sin, and I pulled off the robe to the end and now he fell completely. Mother-in-law stood in front of me, covered only by knitted panties. And now this piece of clothing was clearly superfluous.
I pulled the panties down, exposing the pubis with reddish growth, pulled them down almost to my knees and passionately kissed the tummy, pubis, thighs. Pulling the panties down a little more, pulled them down to the ankles and the mother-in-law, stepped over the panties with her legs, clearly agreeing with me that they were no longer needed. She stood like Venus emerging from the sea foam. The mature woman's body was beautiful.
Half-closing her eyes, my mother-in-law asked me not to look at her, so fat and scary. A woman loves with her ears, and therefore my words that her body is beautiful, that it is perfection itself, that for a very, very long time will be able to give joy and pleasure to a man, that one should not be shy, but one should be proud of such a body, such a figure. I said a lot more, now I don’t remember. It is known that at this moment the language of a man becomes boneless and the words themselves flow, bypassing the brain. And I kept saying, interspersing my words with kisses. And then he picked up his mother-in-law and carried her into the bedroom. She did not resist, surrendering to the full will of the man. She clasped my neck, kissed me somewhere in the ear, whispered something.
Putting the woman on the bed, without undressing himself, he again began to cover her body with kisses. Kissed lips, neck, breasts, belly, thighs and lips again. Mother-in-law lay with her legs slightly apart and I ran a finger along her crotch, plunged it into a half-open vagina, took it out, sniffed it and licked it, tasting it. the smell was almost Lenkin, but the mother-in-law's taste was slightly different. Once again, plunging his finger into the vagina, he took it out and persistently put his mother-in-law in her mouth so that she could taste how pleasant her pussy tasted. She sucked her finger, and with the other hand I was already stroking her labia, the clitoris, which swelled and crawled out, curious, out of the robe of pink flesh.
Mother-in-law's vagina was wet and hot. Kneeling down in front of the bed, he gently kissed her on those half-open lips. He kissed the way one kisses a child, the way one kisses a woman on the corner of her lips or in her eyes. Lips slid like a moth, but this was enough for the mother-in-law to strain, bend and, opening up, substitute her treasure under caress that women hide from prying eyes. And then there were caresses with tongue and lips. Describing her condition is just a waste of time. It was a snarling panther, it was a quivering doe, it was a volcano of passion and all at the same time. She moaned and screamed something, she tore the sheet and scratched my back, she was at the peak of bliss.
When her body shook with an orgasm, instantly found himself next to her, lay down, hugging. She naturally cried, burying herself in my chest. And I stroked her back, shoulders, kissed her. After a while, without lifting her face from her chest, she said dully that she, of course, is a bitch and a creature in relation to her daughter, but she wants more. Helped me to undress. Rather, she just tore off my clothes and fell on my back, legs spread wide and now completely surrendering and enjoying.
After the third orgasm, lying on crumpled and crumpled sheets, she said that she had never believed the stories of women about flying in bed with her beloved man. But now she was convinced herself that this is possible. She has already been in seventh heaven and is just happy that I showed her such a flight. And now she was a little tired and would like me to fly there and therefore, spreading her legs, persistently pulled me towards herself. Itself, taking a member of the hand, directed it into her open slit. And when I plunged into it, I gasped, lifted my legs up and put them on my shoulders. And I burst in. The victors in the captured city do not behave the way I did. Missing the female body, I growled and raged. He drove a member to the very stop, to the very uterus, madly moved it into the vagina, trying to fill every nook and cranny of this space. And the mother-in-law howled once again, shuddered in ecstasy.
It rarely happens that immediately, for the first time, a man and a woman cum at the same time. We made it.
They lay hugging each other. I, having thrown out the accumulated tension, lazily stroked the mother-in-law's body. She, running her hand between us, held a member, as if she was afraid that he would disappear. Water procedures were neglected, it was just so good that I didn't want to get up and go somewhere, do something.
Katka woke up in the middle of the night and whimpered. They jumped up with their mother-in-law and rushed into the nursery. Having drunk her daughter, the mother-in-law bent over her bed and hummed something, shaking Katka. Her ass, shining in the twilight of the room, her swaying breasts did not leave indifferent a member. Moreover, there is still a large amount of sperm, not splashed out the first time. And I, going up to my mother-in-law, with a master's movement parted her buttocks, feeling for the entrance to the cherished cave. She spread her legs and bent even lower over her granddaughter's bed, not ceasing to hum. And I, now kindly and tenderly, entered the wet, hot and waiting for me mother-in-law's vagina, began to move there, holding the mother-in-law's thighs. From my thrusts, deep and measured, she leaned forward, her breasts rocked. Soon her voice began to break, the song lost its rhythm, and then she moaned through pursed lips, groaned.
Lenka always finished several times until I get to the finish line. such a long-playing one. And the mother-in-law had time to finish, but I still hadn't warmed up. Turning his mother-in-law to him, he kissed her, hugging her shoulders. She grabbed my neck and stood at attention, on tiptoe. And so they reached the bedroom, without opening their arms. Collapsed on the crumpled bed. And I, kissing mother-in-law's body, said something like this:
- What a smack! - sweet little body! How-smack! -We love him! What-smack! -Adorable-smack! -Titches! What a smack! -Hard nipples! What a smack! - adorable tummy! And what a smack! - a wet smack! And how-smack! -She-smack-waiting-smack! -To-smack into her! stuck!
Well, they stuck it in.
In the morning, when I went into the kitchen, my mother-in-law was preparing breakfast. Katka was still asleep. The mother-in-law was cheerful, happy. She moved easily and even sang something. Standing in the doorway, he wished her good morning and watched with pleasure how the buttocks played under the robe, how the hips moved back and forth. And the member immediately reacted, protruding his panties and signaling that he did not mind paying a visit to his familiar vagina. When the mother-in-law bent down at the table, he lifted her robe. As expected, this time the mother-in-law considered the panties to be superfluous and, without encountering obstacles, I kissed the buttocks with relish, which seemed like chubby buns from under the robe.
Again, imperiously, as a winner, he penetrated between the legs and made sure that after a stormy night there was nothing missing, that everything was in place. The mother-in-law stood frozen. expecting what her master, her owner, will do with her. And he, lightly pressing on the back, forced the mother-in-law to bend lower and began to stroke her crotch, penetrating into the moistened hole with his fingers, and then, pulling the elastic of the panties and exposing the penis, held his head between the shameful lips and even pushed this very head close so that the penis could wish good morning to your new friend.
Turning his mother-in-law to face him, firmly, so that she caught her breath, kissed her and, lifting her up, sat her on the kitchen table. He put it on his back and threw aside the hem of the robe.
The mother-in-law slid on the table and only the hands, firmly squeezing her hips, did not allow her to slip off at all. Her hands darted, grabbing her chest that had fallen out of her robe, then sliding across the table in search of something unknown, then trying to reach me. And I drove my flesh into her, slapping my stomach on the buttocks. Mother-in-law groaned, shouted something and finished, ahead of me. And I stepped up the onslaught, trying to catch up with Lenka's mom. Soon the daughter will wake up and it is useless for her to watch her dad have her grandmother on the table. So I was discharged.
Laughing, they washed away. Mother-in-law, sitting down in the bath, fought off my attempts to wash her vagina, she herself tried to wash me. The bathtub was a bit small for two, but there was plenty of room for pampering.
Then, when the mother-in-law, without dressing, bent over to wipe the floor, which we indulged in flooded, tried to grab her by the ass, by the vagina. she fought back playfully, but was clearly pleased.
Breakfast was decorous. After washing our daughter's blackened face, we gathered in the hospital to see my mother. Lenka was happy looking at our unity. Quietly asked not to offend my mother. Then, in seclusion, she whispered about something with her mother, while Katka and I collected leaves in the hospital park.
At home, my mother-in-law said that her daughter asked her to look after me, so that I would not rush to the left. And if there is such a moment that I’m ready to break loose, (even if my mother doesn’t take offense and understand), I asked to replace her, temporarily acting as a wife. She, of course, is ashamed to talk about it, but she always considered her mother to be her friend and she has no one else to turn to with such a request. And searches on the side are fraught with the possibility of withdrawing a good man from the family. And the mother-in-law promised to do everything that her daughter asked.
Having put Katka to bed, they went to bed like spouses. Now our intercourse was unhurried, but still passionate. A woman woke up in her mother-in-law and this woman tried to take advantage of the chance sent to her by fate. In the evening, before going to bed, my mother-in-law and I discussed in the kitchen (where else?) Lenka's request. And I was crying, not lying at all. How did she love me if she made up her mind to such a request ?! And the mother-in-law cried, rejoicing for her daughter, for having such a husband.
Lenka was discharged from the hospital. The mother-in-law left. What she told Lenka and what she hid, I don't know. Only Lenka began to often send me to my mother under the pretext of helping. And when I returned, she did not ask about anything. Only now the sex on that day was so stormy, as if Lenka was torn off the chain, as if hungry. And I also noticed that my business trips to my mother-in-law coincided with Lenka's menstruation.
After some time, Lenka herself admitted to me that she pushed her mother into our bed, that she was a little jealous, but looking at how my mother blossomed, she was happy for her and did not regret what she had done. After all, she has enough of me in abundance, and sometimes even my activity is superfluous. Enough and mom and mom is very grateful to her daughter for her permission to use the surplus. Only now Lenka is worried that I will get used to my mother and stop loving her, my wife. Kissing, he reassured me that no one in the world was dearer to me than them and Katka.
And we did not stop sleeping with my mother-in-law. And often, when my mother-in-law was staying with us, Lenka herself sent me to her, at first having had enough to the end. And the only thing left to do was to fall into bed three of us. But something slowed down everything. And once, after a feast on the occasion of some holiday, it happened. And the sky did not fall to the ground, and the earth did not open underfoot. Looking at each other's sex, women have died, getting an orgasm from the slightest touch. The plexus of bodies, when you do not understand who caresses whom and how. A holiday of sex, a song of passion.
And then the father-in-law disappeared in a drunken shop. mother-in-law moved to us. Her house was left as a dacha. After about a year and a half, Lenka became pregnant, and then her mother-in-law. And now Katya has a sister and a brother, who is also her uncle.
And you can't say that there are triplets in grandma's belly
A 56-year-old resident of Worcester (Ohio, USA) Jaycee Dalenberg gave birth to three of her own granddaughters the other day. Life publishes the first photos of unique babies and their parents. There are actually three of them!
Elizabeth was born first. Therefore, she is the strongest
Jaycee Dahlenberg herself invited her daughter Kim Kaseno to become a surrogate mother for a new child. Mrs Dahlenberg decided to take such a desperate step after learning that her son-in-law and daughter wanted to adopt someone else's baby from the orphanage. It is worth noting that Joe and Kim Kaseno already had children at that time. The oldest Britney, she is 18 years old, she is already a college student, and 13 year old Colin.
Conception
But the parents could not have new children for a number of reasons. And the Kaseno couple really wanted to have children. And then the 56-year-old mother-in-law decided on a feat for the sake of her beloved daughter. She agreed to bear children conceived by a young son-in-law!
Happy father took turns rocking his tiny daughters in his arms
Upon learning that Jayce's grandmother was ready to become a surrogate mother, the couple agreed to an ectopic egg fertilization. The preparation was long. Doctors fertilized Kim's egg with Joe's sperm on March 28. On the same day, the biomaterial was transferred to Jaycee's womb. This day, by the way, was Catholic Easter. On this holiday in the United States, it is customary for children to look for eggs hidden in nooks. There was no need to search for an egg fertilized with Joe's sperm. The doctors and family kept the secret until the babies were born. Still, in Puritan America, the news that a mother-in-law conceived a son-in-law from the sperm would have caused a shock.
Childbirth
The development of the fetus was quite rapid. The cells were dividing at an unimaginable rate. As a result, the doctors found out that inside Jaycee, not one, but three children are developing at once. Two twins and their own sister.
"My mother-in-law offered Kim surrogacy, not suspecting that she would wear three little bambinos under her heart!" - shared Joe Caseno. - "We all experienced this moment so violently that it is difficult to convey in words."
The birth was supposed to take place at the end of November or at the beginning of December. But the babies were in a hurry to be born. Jaycee had a caesarean section.
Elizabeth Jekylyn was the first to emerge from her grandmother's tummy. She screamed. The girl turned out to be a real little inch - only 15 inches (about 38 centimeters). Her weight was just over a kilogram. The twins, Carmina Ann and Gabriella Glaery, followed by a minute difference. They turned out to be even smaller. Each is 35 centimeters tall and weighs 1 kilogram.
Kim is happy - now she and her husband
long-awaited babies appeared
Only the health of Carmina did not cause fears among the doctors. Her sisters had to go through incubation chambers.
“She looks like her grandma,” says Kim. - She is all wrinkled and when she looks at us, she looks terribly serious. She has brown curly hair. But the dimple on her chin is from her dad. Gabriella also looks like her father. She is Carmine's twin sister. Ellie is completely different. She is blonde with straight hair. We all fell in love with these triplets the moment we saw them. This is just a miracle!"
The granddaughters of Jayce's surrogate mother - Ellie, Carmina and Gabriella - made a splash and have already become a sensation. All three of them feel great. Grandma looks great too.
And the son-in-law in his blog to the whole world confessed his love for his mother-in-law: “I adore Jaycee. She created a miracle for us, which we did not dare to hope for! "
Orgies in law
A real culture shock awaits the traveler who finds himself in the north of Pakista on the winter solstice.
Yes, your deeds are wonderful, O Lord ...
Orgies in law
Some temples in southern India can give a head start to brothels. For example, the tradition of sacred prostitution has flourished in the Sundati Temple for hundreds of years. On holidays and a large gathering of pilgrims, "jogamma" and "jogappa" - young women and boys - copulate with parishioners in exchange for their donations to the temple. These love acts are dedicated to the "mother of the world" goddess Yellam. And it happens like this. Before entering the temple, everyone recites a mantra, leaves offerings to the gods and hides behind a heavy drapery. There, believers and ministers of the Yellam cult fall into a trance and, half-forgotten, perform the rite of "maithuna" - "saving intercourse." After a while, they, “purified and enlightened,” come out of the door from the opposite side of the hall. Needless to say, there is practically no shortage of parishioners in the church.
A real culture shock awaits the traveler who finds himself in the north of Pakistan on the winter solstice. On the eve of a holiday dedicated to the glorification of love and fertility, girls and boys from the Kalas tribe compete in ritual foul language. It is believed that evil spirits, having heard the "truth" about local residents, will lose interest in them and will not build intrigues. "Verbal orgies" stir up the desire of all participants of the holiday, without exception, but any physical contact during this period is strictly prohibited. Only after the day of sacrifice and general revelry comes, and a hundred sheep are slaughtered in the temple at once, young men and women can indulge in love pleasures with a clear conscience.
This story took place in a distant Ural village, the son-in-law left his mother-in-law in the forest.
I'll start my story in order, from the very beginning.
In one village, I lived for myself, quite a decent family, father, mother and daughter. The daughter was a long-awaited and only child.
Of course, the child was pampered and everything was forgiven for her, and of course the girl grew up spoiled and irresponsible.
As time went on, my daughter grew up and went to study in the city, but her attitude to study was disorderly and, of course, they didn’t keep her in the educational institution and asked to vacate her place of study and a place in the hostel.
There was nothing to do, I had to return home, but home, she did not return alone, but brought a guy with her. Where and how she found it, no one knew, and it did not spread much.
Only this guy was the same as her, irresponsible and loved to take a walk. So they drove into the city, in their father's car, to have fun with their father's money.
But they didn’t walk for a long time, they sent their father to retire for health reasons, and their mother had been retired for three years already, and you won’t go too far into retirement.
The guy was getting ready to go back to the city, but Lizka got pregnant and had to play the wedding, the parents got the last stash, they put off and blessed the children for their funeral.
As time went on, my father became ill and he died right in the hospital.
After the death of their father, the young people began to stare at the house, the house is big, beautiful, you can get a lot of money for it and live beautifully, and they so wanted to live beautifully, but what to do with their mother.
And they decided to arrange an accident, they decided to do it. The mother's health deteriorated, after the death of her father, she often had to visit doctors, and the hospital was far away and her son-in-law took her there by car.
One frosty day, my son-in-law took my mother-in-law to the hospital, and it was far away, about fifty kilometers, but all along a deaf road, rarely people drove along it.
And in the middle of the road, suddenly they got stuck, the son-in-law specially drove the car into a snowdrift. We tried to get the mother out, but how much would the sick old woman do.
We got into the car and began to wait, maybe some kind of tractor or car would pass, but where there, the deaf road, there was no one.
Then the son-in-law went, ostensibly for help, and left his mother-in-law in the car, they say, you won't freeze while I walk.
The car did not stay warm for long, it became cold. So you can freeze, thought the old woman and went on foot, back to her village, but you have to walk thirty kilometers, no less, and for an old and sick person it is tantamount to death.
Fortunately for the old woman, a car drove to the village, the guests drove to the neighbors and drove her home, and if they hadn't eaten, she would have frozen in the forest, or the wolves had lifted her up.
The poor old woman, pale as death, entered the room. Seeing the mother, they fell silent, and the son-in-law, choking on vodka, dropped the fork from his hands and could only say that you were at home.
After this incident, my grandmother's life turned into hell. The daughter and son-in-law, constantly shouted at her, not only did they take away the entire pension, they also fed them every other time, but they had to forget about the doctors altogether.
Once, my grandmother could not stand it and asked what I did wrong to you, I interfere with your life, it’s better to die than to live like this, but death doesn’t come, and you won’t lie in a coffin alive.
One day, the neighbors found out about how the children were bullying their mother and called the police.
The police arrived, walked around, looked and did not find corpus delicti, only said that if the old woman dies, they will more closely examine the circumstances of the death.
Then the social workers came and walked around, looked, talked to my grandmother and decided to send her to a nursing home.
Hearing about this case, the daughter and her son-in-law were worried because in a nursing home an old woman can write off the house to someone and they will be left with nothing.
I don’t know how they persuaded the social workers, they only left the old woman with them.
A year later, the grandmother died, and the children sold the house and moved somewhere in the city.
