An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.
Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
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Жизнь не измеряется количеством наших вздохов,но меряется моментами,когда у нас захватывает дыхание.
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