“These aren’t my children,” the husband squealed, “Lada, they’re… dark-skinned! Who did you have them from?”

“These aren’t my children,” the husband screamed, shaken to the depths of his soul, “Lada, they’re… dark-skinned! Who gave birth to them? Are you chea:ting?! Don’t come back to my house, don’t even try to cross the threshold! And don’t count on any material support – there won’t be any!”

Lada had an unlucky life.

She grew up in an orphanage where she had almost no friends, and those people who came to choose a child for adoption never drew attention to her. The only close person for Lada was her nanny Vera Pavlovna, who tried with all her might to find adoptive parents for Lada.

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Right before graduation, Vera Pavlovna decided to tell Lada the story of her arrival at the orphanage.

“You were about a year old when you were brought here,” Vera Pavlovna said softly, looking at the shelter building.

“I remember that day as if it were yesterday. It was spring, the snow had just melted, it was getting warm. We were cleaning the yard, collecting leaves, and suddenly a police car arrived. Whether this is true or not is unknown, but for some reason no one found you. And you stayed here.

She fell silent and looked at Lada:

– And that’s all? – asked Lada, – you don’t know anything about my parents?

Vera Pavlovna sighed heavily and lowered her head.

“Nothing at all,” she agreed, “nothing about parents or other relatives. It’s as if you fell out of the sky.”

After leaving the shelter, Lada studied in medical school.

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She was given a small apartment in a new building, and she got a job as a nurse at the regional hospital to blend her studies with work. It was there that fate brought her together with Anton, a therapist who immediately attract her attention.

There were old rumors that before Lada appeared, he had a romantic relationship with endocrinologist Kristina, a real beauty of the hospital. However, he loved Lada.

– What did he see in her? – asked Lera, one of Anton’s most persistent fans, – you can’t look at her without tears! Skinny as a stick, and dresses anyhow. Whoever undresses her starts crying!

“She’s from an orphanage,” giggled Nastya, her former rival, “everyone there is so weird, so silly.”

Lada heard these words, but pretended not to understand who they were talking about.

“Girls, get to work,” “and I have important news for you.”

After waiting until the nurses were out of sight, he continued:

— We’re having dinner at my parents’ tonight. It’ll be something like an introduction. Do you understand?

Lada was taken aback: already?! If Anton decided to introduce her to his parents, it meant that their relationship was progressed to marriage.

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In the evening, Anton took Lada, dressed in a smart dress, to his parents.

“So you grew up in an orphanage,” Anton’s father said

“that’s bad. Very bad. The absence of parents has an extremely negative effect on the formation of personality.”

Anton’s mother, Ida Vitalievna, a former cardiologist, supported her husband:

“Yes, it’s really not good,” she added, “and why, if it’s not a secret, has no one adopted you?”

“I don’t know,” she muttered, trying to hold back her tears, “it didn’t rely on me.”

“Excuse me, I have to go,” Lada couldn’t resist, “coursework…”

He walked her to the entrance and offered to give her a ride, but Lada refused.

“I’ll get there by taxi,” she muttered, greedily inhaling the cold air, “see you tomorrow.”

“Don’t pay attention to my old people,” he said, trying to calm her down, “they sometimes drive me crazy too. They both have difficult personalities.”

She wanted only one thing – to be as far away from this house as possible.

Fortunately, Anton no longer invited her to her parents. Soon he proposed to her and moved her in with him.

The wedding happened a month after the proposal, when Lada was two months pregnant.

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After the wedding, Lada continued working at the hospital, but when the baby began to grow, Anton suggested that she leave her job.

Three weeks before her due date, Lada gave birth to twin boys. When the midwife showed them to her, Lada froze in surprise: the children were dark-skinned, as if someone had dipped them in chocolate. The doctors were also surprized, and the doctor tried to calm Lada down.

“You know, my child was also born dark-colored,” the doctor said, “but after a few days everything went away, the skin color became normal.”

“If everything is okay with them, you won’t be able to hide them for long,” the doctor warned, “it’s better to prepare it in advance.”

And that’s what Lada did. She was ready to take a DNA test.

“So these are definitely my children?” Anton exclaimed when he saw the twins.

“If this is someone’s joke, it’s not funny at all!”

“I never expected you to be capable of something like this,” Anton said when they were alone. “I, a fool, believed you! I ran around the shops, got ready, and you… What a snake you are, Lada!”

– These are your children! What are we even talking about if I was always in your sight?

“Your parents were right about you,” he said slowly. “And I kept standing up for you. I don’t know who got you pregnant, but now seek help from him. I won’t live with you anymore!”

Vera Pavlovna came to pick up Lada from the hospital and took care of them at her home.

– Listen, why are your children like that? – Vera Pavlovna asked one day

– You’re white, Anton too. And they’re black. It’s somehow strange.

“Well, there you are too,” she drawled in a pained voice. “I thought that at least you would believe me…”

“Yes, I believe you, I believe you,” she smiled. “It’s just really amazing.”

But Lada had no time to be surprised. Anton had abandoned her and she could forget about work and school, as well as her previous life.

“It’s okay, we’ll manage somehow,” said Vera Pavlovna.

Vera Pavlovna took care of Igor and Sasha – that’s what Lada named the twins. She fussed over them as if they were her own grandchildren, and hardly let Lada near them.

“Rest,” Vera Pavlovna said every time Lada approached the children

“I thought about it a bit and decided this,” Vera Pavlovna said one evening, sitting in her chair with a newspaper.

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“Maybe your ancestors were dark-skinned? That happens sometimes. Dark-skinned people have light-skinned children.”

Lada looked up from the keyboard and grinned.

“My ancestors? Dark-skinned?” she responded skeptically. “Where from? That’s nonsense.”

Vera Pavlovna put the newspaper down with a terrible expression and asked to call a taxi. Putting on her glasses, she began to read aloud.

The article shared the story of an elderly local woman who had lost her daughter. According to her, she had drowned in a river when she was just over twenty, and she left behind a small child who was with her mother at the time of her passing. By the time rescuers and the police arrived, the child was gone. The woman asked anyone who knew anything to come forward.

– And why did you read this to me? – Lada got angry at Vera Pavlovna. – What does this have to do with me?

“Maybe it’s you she’s finding for,” she suggested cautiously.

“You were found near this river, after all. Did you hear who the missing girl was meeting? I think you should visit this woman and find out everything.”

Lada looked at the newspaper again.

“Lidiya Fyodorovna,” she read the woman’s name and patronymic. “She lives not far from here, on the next street.”

After waiting a few days, Lada decided to meet Lidiya Fyodorovna.

“You look so much like my Sveta,” she said as soon as Lada entered. “I’ve been waiting to hear from you for a long time…”

“Here, look,” she said, handing it to Lada. “They really are similar, aren’t they?”

Lada looked at the photo and it seemed to her that she was looking in the mirror. It was her in the photo, only her hair was light and her hairstyle was short.

“This is Sveta, my daughter,” explained Lidiya Fyodorovna.

“Tell me everything,” she asked, trying to speak more gently. “It’s very important to me. For me and my children.”

“It’s a long story,” she said.

“I don’t remember everything anymore, it was so long ago. Listen.

Lada’s mother was an average student at school, and then entered the university in the architecture department. During her studies, she met a guy. His name was Vincent, he was dark-skinned and came from France to study. Sveta helped him learn Russian, and eventually fell in love with him. Vincent also fell in love with her, and they planned to move in with him.

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Lidiya Fedorovna and her late husband Pavel tried their best to dissuade their daughter from marrying a foreigner. But Svetlana, stubbornly shaking her head, insisted that after completing her studies she would follow her lover.

Pavel, hearing this, became furious and insistently demanded that his daughter terminate the pregnancy. But Svetlana resolutely refused. In the end, her father kicked her out of the house. Svetlana left, and her parents never saw her again until one day her body was found in the river, and the official version was that she committed sui:cide.

“I knew that Svetlana had a girl,” said Lidiya Fyodorovna, her gaze fixed on one spot and her half-turned face towards Lada.

“Pavel passes away almost immediately after these events, he had a heart att.ack,” continued Lidiya Fyodorovna, lowering her head, “and I was paralyzed… Now I have not been able to walk for almost twenty years.

“Here,” she held out a tattered notebook, “is all that remains of your parents.”

Lada took the book and carefully hid it in her pocket.

Lada spent many years searching for her father. She sent out letters, posted ads on the Internet, made acquaintances with French people, hoping to find at least some clue.

Lada begged the woman to give him her contacts, and she agreed. Soon Vincent wrote, and then called. That’s how their communication began.

As it turned out, Vincent ran his own business successfully in France.

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“I didn’t start a family, and so I remained alone. I found out that your mother was no longer there when I was already back home. You look amazingly like her! You know, daughter, now for the first time in many years I feel happy. I know that I’m not alone. I have you and my grandchildren.”

Even after returning home, Vincent did not forget about his daughter. One day he called and asked her for her bank details. The woman immediately called her father back. Vincent explained:

– I want you to have everything you need! This amount will be enough for you to start your own business. You are a goal-oriented girl, I am sure that you will succeed.

Lada spent a long time choosing the direction for her business, and the choice fell on a private medical clinic. Thanks to the professionalism of the doctors, clients came in droves. In a few years, Lada won all competitors and achieved financial well-being.

There was no action of Anton during this time. He never called or buy something for the children. The divorce was finalized, and Lada did not continue to meet her husband, who did not believe her.

Gary Burghoff AKA Radar from ‘M*A*S*H’ Always Kept His Left Hand Out of View – Five Times We Could See It

The hit 1972 sitcom “M*A*S*H” introduced the world to a number of memorable and beloved characters, from the smart-mouthed yet compassionate Captain Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce to his endearing friend, Captain B.J. Hunnicutt. Almost every character had stuck in the minds of the fans.

One of the characters that often featured but was easily overlooked by his military counterparts due to his nervous nature was the 4077 MASH unit’s company clerk, Corporal Walter Eugene “Radar” O’Reilly. Although many of the staff on the base tended to take Radar’s effort for granted, the fans sure noticed him.

Radar was portrayed by the acclaimed actor Gary Burghoff from the start of the TV show in 1972 until the seventh season, which aired in 1979. Although fans clamored for more of the unassuming clerk, Burghoff revealed that he needed to step away from the show to rekindle his personal relationships and fight burnout.

“M*A*S*H’s” Influence and Burghoff’s Personal Identity
Although Burghoff enjoyed playing Radar, the role became increasingly demanding. The actor commented that it became difficult to separate himself from his character in the eyes of the public, which soon became tedious. He also noted that he despised being fawned over by the crowds:

“Aw, I know I’m cute. Cute, cute, CUTE! I was always cute because I was always the smallest kid on the block. I hate cute.”

Everyone saw Burghoff as an adorable, short, timid character as they’d known him on-screen and on the stage for many years. However, after years of being looked down upon, both metaphorically and physically speaking, Burghoff grew tired of the persona so easily attributed to him by scores of people he had never even met.

The actor lashed out against this view of him as a cute little fellow by defending his height. As he so rightly pointed out, 5 feet 6 inches isn’t irregularly short, and he would have seen the tops of Arte Johnson or Mickey Rooney’s heads had they ever met. Nonetheless, the persona stuck.

Luckily for all his fans, Burghoff didn’t let his disability stand in his way, and he pursued his dream of becoming an actor.

Despite his misgivings about how others perceived him, Burghoff’s fellow cast members adored him. The director Charles Dubin recalled working with Burghoff before he left “M*A*S*H,” noting how caring and pleasant Burghoff was to everyone on set. However, Burghoff had another aspect of himself that drove down his self-esteem.

Burghoff had been born with a congenital disability called Brachydactyly, a form of Poland Syndrome. The condition left the actor with three fingers on his left hand that were noticeably smaller than the rest of his digits, and the abnormality had plagued him since he was a small child. The actor commented:

“Of course, this defect affected me while I was growing up. I suppose when I was very young, I knew my disability would set me apart and make me special.”

Luckily for all his fans, Burghoff didn’t let his disability stand in his way, and he pursued his dream of becoming an actor. Yet, becoming a fan-favorite on one of the most iconic TV shows America had ever produced never managed to quell his insecurities about his stout fingers and stocky frame.

Throughout his run on “M*A*S*H,” Burghoff tried to hide his left hand from the camera. He would often position himself so that the camera could only see one side of his body and usually gestured with his right if the scene required it, although the actor would be obligated to use both hands now and again.

In one of the earliest episodes, viewers were introduced to Radar as he stood in an open area, wearing a greyish shirt and his trademark cap. As the actor turned around and looked at the sky — once again hearing approaching helicopters before everyone else — the camera briefly panned over both his hands holding a football.

When Colonel Sherman T. Potter first made his appearance on the show, taking over from the beloved Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake, Radar and the new commander shared a scene where they first met. As Colonel Potter exited the room to find the latrines, the camera centered on Burghoff’s upper body as he opened a box with both hands.

Another infamous scene caught Burghoff with both hands on camera. During a regular morning salute, with the loathsome Major Frank Burns leading the ceremony, Radar does his usual morning salute with a bugle. In a hilarious twist, one of the men fires off the ceremonial canon at Burns’s behest.

Naturally, Radar gets the short end of the stick as the cannonball flies directly at him, knocking his instrument clean out of his hands. In the next few seconds, Burghoff turns toward the camera in a pantomime of rage, balling his fists and stomping in outrage. Here, both his hands can be seen for a brief second.

In one of the later episodes, the writers showed off Radar’s softer side when he cuddled his pet guinea pig, Babette. Naturally, Radar stood with his left hand beneath his right, but just as he started to sing, Father John Mulcahy called for him. Burghoff’s hands were visible again as he put the Babette away.

One of the scenes where Burghoff openly showed his left hand came as part of another gag the show pulled. At the start of the scene, Radar could be seen walking across a dirt road while two other military personnel walked away from the camera. The man on Radar’s right first lifted his hand in salute, followed shortly by one on the left.

Radar, the pleasant character he was, lifted his right hand in response to the first salute, as military etiquette dictates. Caught off guard by the quick second salute, Radar lifted his left hand as well, essentially performing a double salute. Feeling sheepish, he frowned and lowered his hands slowly in one of Burghoff’s classic displays of confusion.

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