I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 89 We will love you forever and ever
After seeing off the last young man, who was too excited to speak, Mikhail watched him leave until he could no longer see his back. Back in his office, Mikhail felt an urge to grab his coat, swing it around a couple of times, and then cheer.
"Time to go home! Time to eat!"

Being a shareholder in a magazine is certainly appealing, but one of the core purposes is definitely making a living.
Just as Mikhail began excitedly packing his things, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, causing Mikhail's face to fall immediately.

Who the hell is that?
Fortunately, after he composed himself and said "Come in," an excited Purhelia and Dunya, whose complexion had recently started to turn rosy, walked in from outside the door.

"Mom, I was just about to come find you."

Upon seeing the visitor, Mikhail immediately relaxed and then said with a smile, "It's getting late, let's go eat later."

Because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and because Mikhail had already achieved a certain level of financial stability by the time his mother and sister arrived, they decided to stay longer than expected, even though they hadn't initially planned to stay for long.

Now that Mikhail is about to move to a new home and has greatly improved his economic situation through his own efforts, they are temporarily preparing to return to their hometown to handle some matters, and may come back when they have time.

Incidentally, Mikhail must have kept the high-stakes gamble about the anthology a secret from them. After all, it might be one thing to tell others, but letting his mother and sister know about it would undoubtedly increase their worries and burdens.

Others might just sigh when they find out, but if they knew, they'd probably start anxiously trying to find solutions for Mikhail and running around tirelessly even before the results were in.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Mikhail briefly recounted what happened afterward without going into too much detail.

Although his mother, Pulkhlia, was still a little scared, she was finally relieved when she saw Mikhail's current situation and status.

As for his sister, Mikhail felt that she could probably guess something. In the period leading up to the publication of the collection, Dunya always looked at him with some worry and tension, and she prayed for him before God for several days in a row.

For some reason, even though Mikhail's condition is better than ever before, there still seems to be some kind of worry hidden in her dark eyes.

“Dear Misha, this is our first time in your office.”

Looking at Mikhail's spacious office and his well-dressed appearance, the old woman revealed a genuine joy:

“Dunya and I always believed you had a bright future, but who knew it would happen so quickly? Just like that, thanks to your talent and the collaboration with your friends, you've gotten to where you are today in no time. Who dares to say this isn't God's arrangement?”

You've suffered so much, and now you finally don't have to live that kind of life anymore.

“Yes, Mom.” Seeing that Pulkhlia seemed to be saddened by Mikhail’s past, Mikhail showed her the office and held her hand: “Things will get better from now on.”

After chatting and laughing for a while, Mikhail soon led his mother and sister toward a nearby restaurant.

Although his mother and sister did not want to trouble him during their stay in St. Petersburg, and even wanted to find him a short-term job there, Mikhail naturally did not want that to happen.

After all, there's no reason to let them come all this way to suffer.
So recently, Mikhail, who had some spare money, often took his mother and sister out to eat. If he only gave them money, they preferred to save it for other purposes.

Thanks to Mikhail's persistence, his mother and sister look much better now, almost unrecognizable from their thin and haggard appearance when they first arrived. This is undoubtedly proof that Mikhail's life is gradually improving.

Soon, Mikhail and his group arrived at a decent restaurant. Although Pulheriya kept telling him to save money, Mikhail naturally followed his own pace and ordered quite a few dishes with meat.

While waiting for the food to be served, Purhelia and Mikhail talked, and she began to tell Mikhail how he should live after they left. She talked about many details of life, and it was inevitable that she felt a little sad.

Throughout the entire process, the quiet girl didn't say much, only glancing occasionally at her brother who looked a bit tired from work, her mind filled with all the things she had seen and heard during this time.

Because Purkheria was illiterate but wanted to hear people's opinions on Mikhail's novels, Dunya often read the reviews from magazines and newspapers.

She would only read the praising comments to her mother, but through reading magazines and newspapers, she gained a clearer understanding of Mikhail's inclinations on certain things and the dangers these inclinations might pose.

But even if you know, what should you do?

Could we possibly stop him? Although perhaps we should.

This quiet young woman had spent a long time considering this matter, and had mentioned it to Mikhail and discussed it with him.

Now that things have come to this, they really need to go back and stay for a while, and before they leave...
Seeing that Purhlia and Mikhail's conversation had temporarily come to an end, the young woman looked at Mikhail with a gaze that held both melancholy and a certain radiance, and then spoke:
"Brother, if one day you feel you don't want to stay here anymore, if you feel tired, then come back. Mom and I will be waiting for you at home. We have a small yard where we can sometimes get sunshine even in winter, and Mom and I can still work there."
When you come back, we'll never be apart again. We're willing to take care of you forever. You know how much we love you, we'll love you forever and ever.

Mikhail had somewhat anticipated his sister's words, but he had mostly assumed they were words of advice. Hearing them now, however, left him speechless for a long time. When he finally met their worried eyes, all he could do was take their hands and say, "I'll take care of myself."

(End of this chapter)