The woman woke up in the morning from the early noise of the city. Through the window you could hear the noise of cars, the shuffling of a broom in the yard, screams and knocking from a nearby construction site - normal life in a big city. She stretched sweetly and turned to her sleeping husband. The husband slept with his pillow tucked in and the blanket thrown off. The woman reached out to him, trying not to wake him. A feeling of warmth spread throughout my body. Love filled her completely, to the tips of her fingers. She quietly, using her fingertips, straightened her hair, removing it from her beloved face. And then, briefly glancing at the clock, she simply looked at him - the most beloved, the best, the most beautiful, strong, wise. She was sorry that the arrows were moving so quickly. She would have liked to have slowed them down and given her man a chance to rest longer. “My dear,” she thought, “how I would like to help you. How I wish I could give you the opportunity to rest longer. Share my strengths with you, make your life easier.” The woman’s heart softened with pity and love for her husband. She would like him to be less tired, rest more and be with them - his wife and sons. She helped him to the best of her ability, but she always wanted to do something more for him. Now she could prepare him breakfast and not disturb the last half hour of his sleep. So she got up, closed the windows to reduce the noise, and went to the kitchen. While preparing breakfast, the woman went to the window to throw crumbs to the birds. Opening the window, she saw a boy going to school. Only for some reason he was not in a hurry, but squatting. He was clearly up to something, hiding behind the car. The woman looked closer. The shooter threw crumbs on the sidewalk, threw a loop of thread, and waited for a bird to fall into his snare. The woman flushed with anger! Oh, how many poor birds she saw, with legs that were dying, because they were all entangled with threads ingrained in the flesh! There was nothing they could do to help them. Their paws did not obey them, the birds hobbled, and it was difficult for them to fight for food with their stronger brothers. Without thinking twice, the woman ran into the yard. She made it on time. The poor pigeon was already trying to fly, although all its legs were entangled in threads. If he pulls the thread and flies away, then his paws will no longer be saved! The woman tore off her jacket and threw it over the poor frightened bird. “My poor thing,” she whispered, “wait, my dear, wait. Don’t flutter, don’t be afraid, my dear! Now! I will help, I will unravel...! - so she whispered, tearing the threads on her paws and releasing the bird into the sky. She remembered about the boy, but the bird was more important. Therefore... God be with him, with the boy. My heart was filled with tenderness and pity for the poor pigeon. “Don’t get caught again,” the woman thought and went home. The day took its course. My husband and children stood up. Breakfast, seeing off, cleaning, cooking - everything is as always. Mom called. The woman pressed the phone to her ear, continuing to go about her business. Mom talked about her drinking. In some places they didn’t accept documents, in others they accepted them but were rude, increased the rent, reduced the pension. In Zhek there are boors and bastards, on the street there are scum. The woman listened to her mother and she was sad. She loved her mother, but felt sorry for her. The mother's heart was filled with anger and rejection of everything and everyone. It was impossible to break through this armor of hatred and disappointment in life, and the woman did not try. She simply loved her mother. And I just felt sorry for her. Because anger corroded the heart of a wonderful woman, did not give her the opportunity to enjoy life, to see the beauty that was! The woman so wanted to make her mother’s old age easier, to make her life easier, but she managed to find the dark even in the brightest moments. And the woman simply listened, simply pitied, simply loved. After hanging up the phone, the woman finished all her household chores. I sat down in front of the computer and started sorting through work emails. It's good that she can help her husband. But what a pity that she did not receive an education and profession in her time! Now she could hold some position in any company, because she was smart, purposeful, and hard-working./