Tears were streaming down my cheeks, and I leaned my back against the wall behind me and slowly rolled down it, sniffing and clutching the phone with the video and the repetitive music in it. My chest was painfully squeezed and cut, and I sat and sobbed, from resentment, anger and envy. I envied this girl and was sincerely happy for her, because I could only dream of such a thing. A quiet, but so hard-won phrase came out of my throat: "Was it really that hard, Dad?"

What is fatigue? Everyone has their own definition, but student fatigue is familiar to many, and if not to everyone, then some will find familiar the feelings that are set out in this paper.

— Yura, why are Mom and Dad drunk all the time? Sveta's question pulled me out of my thoughts "Because they are irresponsible people," I replied. I had no desire to cover these drunks somehow, I felt only disgust for them, nothing more. — Without-your-own people?— Svetka tried to repeat, to which I nodded with a laugh, — Well, almost right, —I watched with a smile as the younger ones ate.