The terminally ill son of wealthy parents married a naive girl, and she took him off to a remote area. Six months later, his parents could hardly recognize their son.

“Gena, are you sure you’ve thought everything through?”

“Ma…”

“I know what I’m talking about. She’s only with you because of your money, isn’t she?”

Gennady sighed deeply.

“Ma, I understand your concerns, but they are completely unfounded. Arguing with you is pointless; you’ll never change your mind. Think what you want. We’re not planning anything grandiose.”

“Gena, stop it. I’m sure: she’s just using you. You know that very well. This girl…”

“Ma, please, let’s not continue. Lena and I have known each other for more than five years, and we’ve prepared for this step for a long time.”

“I just want to remind you: you’re a desirable groom. Any girl would jump at the chance to be with you. Don’t you realize our situation?”

Gennady closed his eyes as if to shield himself from fatigue.

“Ma, tell me honestly: what’s more important to you—our status or my happiness?”

Anna Nikolaevna looked helplessly at her husband.

“Sasha, why are you silent?”

Alexander, putting down the newspaper, smirked slightly.

“Anya, you know there’s one thing about you: you only address me when you hit a dead end. All the other times, you’ve been making decisions on your own for the past 27 years. And if something goes wrong, you always blame me.”

Anna Nikolaevna squinted.

“Done? Now let’s talk seriously.”

“Gena is an adult, fully capable of making his own decisions. I don’t understand why we should interfere with his choices. In my opinion, Lena is a worthy girl.”

“What’s worthy? In our day, no one survives without money.”

“By the way, you weren’t always wealthy either, did you forget?”

Anna Nikolaevna clearly began to lose her composure.

“Sasha, you’re irresponsible! Our son is about to ruin his life!”

“Calm down. Nothing terrible is happening. He’ll continue his treatment, and perhaps his wife will even have a positive influence. What are you so dissatisfied about? I don’t understand.”

Anna Nikolaevna abruptly left the room, and Gennady struggled to rise from his chair.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine, don’t worry.”

When the son turned 17, something strange happened to him. The doctors could never pinpoint a precise diagnosis. One theory after another was proposed – the treatment helped only partially. One well-known professor once said:

“It seems as if your son has lost the ability to resist illnesses. Had this happened a hundred years ago, I would have called it a curse. But now… there’s nothing to be done but shrug and watch.”

Alexander knew that money couldn’t solve everything, but he spent enormous sums on treatment at the best clinics. However, one day Gennady asked:

“Please, let me have a little break. I’ve already forgotten what our home looks like, and when was the last time I slept in my own bed.”

Unexpectedly, the mother, who until then had insisted on every possible treatment method, supported her son:

“Sasha, maybe it really is time to let Gena rest? Let’s follow the doctors’ recommendations.”

Alexander waved his hand dismissively. He would have argued if he had seen even the slightest improvement. But there was none. However, at home Gena felt better: he had regained his appetite, and he even put on a little weight.

From then on, he went to the clinic twice a year for check-ups, then returned home with new instructions from the doctors.

Gena did manage to finish university thanks to financial support from his father. He was a capable student, but frequent absences due to illness did not endear him to the professors.

He and Lena met during their university years. Their friendship lasted several years until Lena recently confessed her feelings to him. It gave Gena strength, as if wings had sprouted behind his back.

As he had suspected, the wedding turned out to be far more lavish than he expected. His mother organized such a celebration that it seemed the whole town was invited. Lena spent the entire evening trying to keep a smile on her face, ignoring the tense atmosphere.

Relations between Lena’s mother, Galina Ivanovna, and Anna Nikolaevna did not get off to a good start. The latter believed that Galina, having neither status nor money, should be grateful for such a marriage. However, Galina preferred to keep her distance from the groom’s parents.

The climax of the evening came with the gift presentation. When Lena’s mother announced that the young couple was being given a little house inherited from her grandfather, located in a nature reserve area, Anna Nikolaevna couldn’t hold back:

“My God, how can you present that ramshackle building on the edge of nowhere as a valuable gift?” Anna Nikolaevna fumed.

Gena looked at his mother reproachfully:

“Mom, enough.”

“What’s ‘enough’, Gena? Now nothing can be fixed!”

After Galina Ivanovna left, Anna immediately turned to her husband:

“Did you see her? She doesn’t do anything herself, yet she acts as if she were a queen!”

A few days after the wedding, Gena informed his parents:

“Lena and I have decided to move into that house, the one Galina Ivanovna gave as a gift.”

Anna Nikolaevna nearly lost her senses:

“Are you out of your mind?!”

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Gennady took a shaky breath and tried to maintain his composure. “Mom, please. I’m not a child anymore, even though you like to treat me like one. Lena and I have given this a lot of thought. We need peace and quiet right now.” He hesitated for a moment and then, surprisingly calmly, added, “It’s my life, Ma, and this is something I want to do.”

Anna Nikolaevna looked from her son to her husband as if seeking some backup, but Alexander just shrugged. There was a hint of approval in his eyes—he was actually glad to see his son taking charge of his life.

“All right,” she finally blurted out, “do what you want. But don’t come running to me if that house collapses on your head!”

Gennady didn’t reply. He merely gave his mother a polite kiss on the cheek, thanked his father for the support, and walked away to find Lena. Anna Nikolaevna stood there, trembling with frustration.

When they arrived at the old house nestled in the heart of a nature reserve, Lena’s face lit up. She breathed in the fresh air as if tasting pure freedom. Gennady, despite still feeling the lingering effects of his condition, managed to match her excitement. The building looked old indeed, but it had a charm neither of them could ignore: faded wooden walls, a sagging roof, and a little garden surrounded by a crooked fence. Yet it was peaceful—no city noise, no honking cars, and especially no stress from parental arguments.

The first few days were hectic. The interior needed cleaning and small repairs. Lena discovered a knack for fixing things, drilling holes, and painting walls. Although she was “naive” according to Gena’s mother, she was hardworking and clever in her own way. By the end of that first week, they had transformed the living room into a cozy space with mismatched but comfortable furniture. The kitchen, though modest, was always filled with the aroma of hot tea and Lena’s homemade pies.

The biggest surprise was Gennady’s health. With each passing day, he felt stronger. He slept through the night without coughing spells. He woke up with energy that he hadn’t felt in years. The doctors hadn’t been able to fully explain his condition, but out here, among the pine trees and fresh morning dew, Gennady discovered a renewed sense of hope. He and Lena would take walks along the forest trails, picking wild berries and mushrooms, and come home to share simple dinners together. Sometimes they’d sit on the porch listening to the birds. For Gennady, it was pure bliss.

One day, a sleek black sedan appeared at the gate. Gennady recognized it immediately as his mother’s driver. Anna Nikolaevna and Alexander stepped out, dressed entirely out of place for a remote, rustic setting. The father gave a low whistle, impressed by how much the young couple had cleaned up the place.

“Well,” Anna Nikolaevna remarked as she surveyed the garden, “it certainly looks better than when I last saw it.”

Gennady and Lena stood on the porch, shoulders touching, both smiling, albeit a bit nervously.

“Ma, Dad,” Gennady said gently, “welcome to our home.”

Anna Nikolaevna seemed hesitant but walked over to her son. She was startled to see how different he looked. His cheeks had a healthy glow. He was dressed in simple jeans and a flannel shirt, but more strikingly, he carried himself with confidence, not the frailty she had grown used to. Even his hair appeared thicker and shinier, as if the stress had simply washed away.

Alexander spoke first. “Gena, it’s good to see you looking so well.” There was genuine relief in his voice.

Lena ran a hand over her apron and tried to sound cheerful. “I was about to make some herbal tea. Would you both like some?”

Anna Nikolaevna gave a curt nod. They all moved inside, and even she couldn’t hide her surprise at how homey the living room felt. The floors were newly polished, the curtains were simple but fresh, and potted plants dotted the corners, giving the whole space a warm atmosphere.

Over steaming mugs of tea, the conversation flowed more smoothly than usual. Anna Nikolaevna started out tense, but it wasn’t long before she noticed how attentively Lena listened to Gennady’s parents. Lena’s eyes shone with sincere concern every time Gena mentioned a lingering symptom, and she was quick to offer him a blanket or a glass of water, fussing in a way that was comforting, not controlling.

Quietly, Anna Nikolaevna observed her son’s wife. Lena’s hands were calloused, proof she’d been working around the house. She didn’t wear expensive jewelry—just a simple wedding band. She spoke softly, but there was an underlying determination in her voice. Anna Nikolaevna realized, to her own surprise, that maybe she’d misjudged this “naive” girl.

That night, after Alexander and Anna Nikolaevna decided to stay over instead of driving back, Anna wandered into the kitchen. She found Lena there, wiping down the counters. The younger woman looked up, and for a moment they both just stood in awkward silence.

“Thank you for coming,” Lena said gently, breaking the tension. “It means a lot to Gena.”

Anna Nikolaevna shifted uncomfortably. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect this place to… well, be so welcoming. And I didn’t expect Gena to look so much better.” She paused, as if searching for the right words. “I suppose I owe you an apology for doubting your intentions.”

Lena swallowed, tears pricking her eyes. She smiled but said nothing. Sometimes, a heartfelt silence says more than any elaborate speech.

In the following weeks, Anna Nikolaevna visited more often, bringing homemade soups for Gennady. She and Lena still had their differences, but their conversations grew less strained. Alexander helped fix the fence and taught Lena how to maintain the old generator that powered the house. Despite having more than enough money to renovate it completely, Gennady insisted on doing things step by step, savoring the feeling of independence.

Word soon spread among friends and extended family that Gennady was thriving in this remote spot. Some thought it was a fluke. Others whispered that maybe the fresh air and simpler lifestyle provided a healing environment. Although he still had to be careful—taking breaks and following a loose treatment schedule—Gennady found himself laughing more, sleeping better, and even enjoying small projects like planting flowers around the porch.

One crisp autumn afternoon, Galina Ivanovna showed up with a large basket of vegetables from her garden in the nearby town. She seemed cautious around Anna Nikolaevna, but the two women managed polite conversation. Gennady saw something hopeful in that. The shift was slow, but it was real: little by little, they were becoming a family.

Six months later, Gennady’s parents barely recognized him—not because he looked sick, but because he looked so vibrant and alive. His once pale face now showed color, and the quiet gloom that used to haunt his eyes was gone. Lena, too, had changed. She wasn’t the “naive girl” people assumed she was—she had proven that she could take on responsibility, stand by her husband’s side, and turn a tiny, forgotten house into a genuine home.

Anna Nikolaevna visited on a sunny winter morning, carrying two large boxes of fresh produce. When Gennady opened the door and saw his mother’s face, he was surprised to see tears shining there. She set the boxes down and embraced him.

“Son,” she said quietly, “I’m sorry I doubted you. And I’m so proud. Look at you. Look at what you’ve done together.”

Lena joined them in the living room, wiping flour off her hands, and Anna Nikolaevna hugged her, too. This time it was a real hug, not the stiff, polite gesture from before.

“I realize now,” Anna Nikolaevna admitted, her voice trembling, “that you were never after our money. You just wanted to build a life together. And Gennady…” She paused. “He’s found happiness here with you.”

Lena blinked back tears. “It hasn’t always been easy, but we’ve done our best. I love him more than anything.”

Standing by the window, Alexander cleared his throat. “Well, Anya,” he said softly to his wife, “I think we can finally say our son is not only surviving but truly living.”

Anna Nikolaevna nodded. She turned to Lena. “Thank you for taking care of him. For standing by him in sickness and health. For believing in him—even when I didn’t.”

And so, the once skeptical mother finally understood that not all love is driven by money or status. Sometimes, the simplest things—like working together to fix a creaky old house, sharing homemade meals, and walking through a forest—can be exactly what someone needs to start healing both body and spirit.

Gennady’s journey is a reminder that true happiness doesn’t always follow a path of luxury. Sometimes it blooms in unexpected places, nurtured by understanding, compassion, and the unwavering support of those who care. And when we trust our instincts and the people we love, miracles—big and small—can happen.

No matter how hopeless things may seem, when we surround ourselves with genuine love and take a leap of faith into a simpler, more heartfelt way of living, we often discover a strength we never knew we had. Money can solve many problems, but it can’t replace the warmth of a loving hand or the healing power of hope.

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