This is the story once told over the bottle of cognac. At those moments of life when woe fills the consciousness and one wants to pour out one's troubles. My friend, a young lady 20 years old, fell in love with bad guy and became pregnant with his baby malapropos. It was coming to the wedding, but there was no happiness for her. Left for herself, lonely, needed for nobody, waiting days and nights for care hopelessly, only the child under her heart was warming her thoughts. When she was only a month pregnant her would-be husband cheated on her and left her with all troubles alone.
When her parents got to know, hand in hand, they took her, in tears and drained of all strength, to the doctor and forced to have an abortion. Weather she understood what she did – no. Weather she loved the incipient life inside her – yes. During the next year she was living with the memories of the unborn child, going through constant nervous prostrations, visiting psychologists and swallowing every day sedatives.
The parents didn’t want to spoil the reputation of their daughter, who could give birth to the baby without being married, and for this killed the embryo inside her. Alongside unconsciously they killed life in her eyes.
The typical story one may say, but one should remember that the bottle of cognac can be easily drained, while one can hardly drain all tears and treat the soul and heart of a women, who has not given birth to her already so beloved child.