From the masterpieces of Russian literature...

At the bus stop an old man and a pregnant woman sat waiting for the bus to arrive, and the old man looked up to the woman's abdomen with curious looks until he asked her, "What month are you in?" The woman was just as thoughtful as the anxiety was leaking from her sad facial features. At first, the old man's question didn't pay any attention, but moments later, she said, "I'm in the 23rd week, the old man replies," Is it your first birth? " The woman replied:
Don't worry, it's gonna be all right. I really hope so, old man. Maybe, the old man seemed more curious and said, "Looks like you're having a hard time." Why isn't your husband on your side? He dumped me four months ago, but why? It's a little complicated. What about your family, your friends? I took a deep breath and she said, "Just live with my sick dad." You see, do you find him as strong a bond now as he was in your little one? Tears came down from her eyes and she said, "Yeah, even when he's in that state, what's he complaining about?"Only he can't remember who I am.
She said her last sentence, just moments after the bus arrived, and she said, "Our bus has arrived." She walked a few steps while the old man was sitting in the chair, she turned back, she came back, grabbed him from his hand, said, "Come on, Dad, ."
Anton Chekhov

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