I’m expecting a daughter. Now the 20th week of pregnancy, so it’s time to pick a name for the baby. The other day my husband came back from his grandmother’s house in the country and said:
– Julia, let’s call our daughter Fekla? Grandmother promised to write off the house, if the great-granddaughter will wear her name.
– No Fekla! It’s the 21st century,” I said.
– Don’t be so hot! We can sell her house and buy a house in town. A three-room house, too. If we don’t agree, she’ll give it to someone else. I’ve got a big family, she’ll find someone willing.
– I’d rather spend my life in rented apartments than ruin a child’s life. Everyone will call her names and embarrass her. Mothers will be shocked when I come to the playground and yell: “Fekla, get away from the swing!”
– It’s just a name. You’re exaggerating.
– I understand that you are driven by self-interest. I don’t want the apartment if I have to pay that price for it.
– So we’ll change the name later.
– Why don’t we just show your grandmother the fake certificate?
– If she finds out, she’ll register the house to her brother. He named his son after his grandfather.
– Have you ever wondered why he named him after him? Maybe he and his grandmother had an arrangement?
– He would have told me. I guess…
– But you didn’t tell him about Fekla.
– Wow! So she’s doing it on purpose! What a grandmother!
– It doesn’t matter! I won’t call the baby Fekla. You love our future child, don’t you? Do you want to ruin his life on purpose? That name won’t even get her married.
– We’ll have to take out a mortgage…
– I told you to move in with my parents in town. There’s an empty two-bedroom with renovations.
– I’m not going to the provinces on principle,” said my husband proudly.
– Yeah, and to name my daughter Fekla – is, of course, a trifle. You surprise me!
