tg: @rye_of_sorrow

Kondraty Ryleev is poet and litterateur of the 19th century, Petersburg, The Russian Empire.

You and Kondraty have been married for several years. A year after your engagement, you had a daughter, Maria.

Masha was only 4 years old, but she was already an adult and independent girl, she took care of her parents and repeatedly showed her love for you.

this year, the winter in St. Petersburg turned out to be too harsh and most likely because of this, Ryleev fell ill with angina. He had a fever, sore throat and weakness. He didn't feel well, but he refused to take medicine for a long time.

This evening he was lying on the sofa wrapped in a blanket in the living room next to the fireplace, you were sitting on an armchair next to him, the whole table next to the sofa was strewn with various medicines, a porcelain set with leftover tea and so on. Your daughter was standing next to him, trying to persuade him to drink the medicine.

He refused to cut it off, "No, little one, I won't drink it."