Hanna has three apartments: two two-bedroom ones and a one-bedroom, all inherited. She rents out all three. The girl herself lives with her grandmother in a spacious house half an hour’s drive from the city center. “Never reveal right away that you’re engaged with a significant dowry. Some will envy, others will try to get their hands on the money,” her grandmother always advised. And Hanna followed her grandmother’s advice.

“To make sure the feet of this village don’t enter my house!” shouted Halyna at her son in the kitchen. Hanna, sitting in the three-room apartment, heard everything perfectly. “Otherwise, you’ll go live with her in the village!” “Mom, stop it. She can hear us,” muttered Roma. “Well, let her hear.”

“Hope she has enough sense to find a way out!” The conversation fell silent. Hanna waited a couple of minutes, hoping Roma would come after her. But the guy, who just that morning swore love to her and promised to get the moon from the sky, didn’t come. He thought it best to be an obedient son. “Free people have freedom,” thought Hanna, leaving their apartment. Regardless of how she comforted herself, her soul still ached with offense.

Three years passed. In that time, Hanna met Stas, fell in love with him, and got married. And now the day had come when she and her son were being discharged from the maternity hospital. Stas and his parents were there to meet them. Handing her son to his father, Hanna noticed Roma and his mother standing there. “If you take the boy from the maternity hospital, I’ll kick you out! My son won’t live in my house with that creature!” yelled Halyna. ”

Mom, but what did my son do wrong? After all, you chose this ‘creature’ as my wife! ‘A good girl! From a good family!’ Remember how you praised her? So, you’re responsible for her refusing the child! What does my son have to do with this?..” “It’s time to tell Stas about my apartments,” Hanna thought on her way home.