😉 Greetings to loyal readers and story lovers! Women's life stories about love always arouse interest. Sometimes they are similar in plot, but none of them are repeated. Today there is a real story for you...
Gorgeous blonde
Finally, Galina arrived in her native village, which had not changed in two years. Peeling houses, lopsided fences, dirt, dust and people who never smile. She said hello, they answered her, but they could not understand who this gorgeous and slender blonde was.
Previously, Gali had jet-black hair and the same life. Only in a foreign land did she feel what happiness was and decided to dye her hair blonde. Because the black streak is over. White has started...
Vasily
Having seen her older brother at a friend’s wedding, Galya drowned in his cornflower blue eyes. The guy's thick, resinous hair fell over his broad shoulders. Handsome!
“Vasily,” the guy introduced himself and gallantly extended his hand. – Can I invite a lady to a waltz?
When the dance ended, Vasily took his partner by the hand to her place. In their village, boys never showed gentlemanly manners. And what kind of dancers are they? They only know how to trample on feet. It was with gallantry that the city guy won Galina’s heart.
The girl worked in a garment factory. He waited for her at the entrance, accompanied her home, and gave her flowers. “But this is real happiness!” – she rejoiced and reached out to him with all her soul. They had already begun to prepare for the wedding when a scandal suddenly broke out.
My beloved became jealous of the watchman Uncle Vanya. Galya laughed, since there was no reason, and jokingly said: “Fool, I love you alone.” “Am I stupid?!” – Vasily was indignant. - You're the dirty hillbilly! I must kiss my marks that I pulled you out of the dung!”
There will be no wedding!
The girl was dumbfounded by such words. She took off the ring that the gentleman gave him when he proposed, and, crying, rushed into the entrance. Vasily did not appear for several days, only a week later he came to make peace.
She did not listen to flattering words. “There will be no wedding!” – she said angrily. “I’ll show you again!” - the groom threatened and climbed a tall tree near the factory.
- I'll jump down! I'll get hurt if you leave me! - shouted at the top of his lungs.
All the workers ran out to see this performance. Someone laughed, someone got scared and asked Galya to think.
- Oh, baby, where are you putting your head? – Uncle Vanya either asked sadly or asserted.
Black streak in life
I forgave, but still loved this fool. When they got married, the newlyweds were given a room in a dorm. It would seem, live and be happy. At first it was like that, but then it started happening. Vasily never drank or smoked, but was “weak in the head,” as people say.
The wife had to please in everything and not say a word against. He stays late at work, doesn’t have time to cook dinner, and walks around with bruises. If she buys herself clothes, she will be beaten again, because “she spent the money on stupid things.”
Even the fact that his wife was carrying a baby under her heart did not stop the tyrant. The birth of a son did not bring peace. He beat me because “the child was crying.” She quickly turned from a blooming 20-year-old girl into an exhausted woman. She was constantly bruised.
And the husband was still handsome, and remained so. Only the wife understood that the soul of a tyrant was hidden behind the beautiful wrapper. He also took on a mistress - she had to endure it. Once I asked my husband to help me carry the cans into the basement and here I decided to have a conversation:
- Vasya, let's get a divorce. You have another one. Don't torture me!
- Wha-o-o-o? – he became furious and grabbed his neck.
The woman lost consciousness from pain, and when she woke up, she saw a pink spot on her chest. It turned out that the husband poured grape juice from a can on her. With difficulty I climbed into the apartment.
“If I hear about divorce again, I’ll strangle you!” – he threatened, without taking his eyes off the TV.
White stripe
Since then, Galina began to think about how to escape from the despot. Fortunately, a good opportunity soon turned up. A friend came from Italy and said that she needed a substitute to take care of the sick Signor Giovanni.
“It pays well, let’s go,” Lena persuaded. “And we’ll tell yours that you’ll look after a paralyzed old lady and bring money for a car.”
And in fact, Vasily raved about the car, but was in no hurry to work. Galya, of course, could not save anything from the seamstress’s salary. Finding her husband in a good mood, she started talking about Lena, how many euros she had earned.
“You see, others are going abroad, worrying about their family, but you are attached to the factory like a flea to a dog,” Vasily grumbled displeasedly.
- Yes, she invites me with her too. Maybe I should rush? We'll finally buy a car.
- Oh, you came up with a good idea! - the faithful beamed. - Just send the boy to the village.
Signor Giovanni
Italy greeted us with heat and beautiful landscapes. She ended up in the picturesque and cozy town of Tivoli, 20 kilometers away. 67-year-old Signor Giovanni did not need special care, although he was a cancer patient; rather, a lonely man wanted communication.
- What should we do? I only know two words in Italian – “grace” and “bongiorno,” Galya worried.
“You’ll learn,” my friend consoled. “I’m in good hands.”
And in fact, it turned out that the signor found consolation in teaching Galina Italian. He pointed his finger at some object, said the name, and the woman carefully wrote everything down. After two weeks they understood each other without words.
The signor became cheerful and blossomed next to his young nurse. Two years flew by in a flash. With the kind and respectful attitude of Signor Giovanni, Galina turned from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan.
She forgot about humiliation, bruises and insults. Therefore, I almost didn’t remember my husband, I just really missed my son and parents. I decided to take time off to go home.
The signor was depressed that he would lose her. Going down to the table in the evening, he put the wedding ring on the plate.
- Gala, I want you to always be with me!
- But I'm married. – Galina was taken aback by surprise.
- I know. Go. Solve your problem and come back immediately. I'll be waiting for you. And your son...
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A beautiful love story is the most common plot for films and books. And not in vain, because the twists and turns of love are interesting to everyone. There is not a single person on the planet who has not experienced sincere affection at least once, who has not felt a storm in his chest. That is why we invite you to read true stories about love: people themselves have shared these stories on the Internet. Honest and very touching, you will like it!
Story 1.
My parents divorced a year and a half ago. My father moved away from us and I live with my mother. After the divorce, my mother did not date anyone. She was constantly at work to forget about dad. And then about 3 months ago I began to notice that my mother seemed to have someone. She became more cheerful, dresses better, lingers somewhere, comes with flowers, etc. I had mixed feelings, but then one day I came home from university a little earlier than usual and saw my father walking around the house in trukhans and carrying coffee. to my mother in bed. They are together again!
Story 2.
When I was 16 years old, I met a guy. It was a real first love, mine and his. The purest and most sincere feelings. I had a great relationship with his family, but my mom didn't like him. At all. And she began hostilities: she locked me in the room, locked the phone, and picked me up from school. This lasted 3 months. My beloved and I gave up, and everyone went their own way. After 3 years, I quarreled with my mother and left home. Happy that she would no longer be able to decide everything for me, I came to him to tell him about it. But he greeted me rather coldly, and I left, choking on tears. Many years have passed. I got married and gave birth to a child. My child’s godfather was that guy’s friend, my former classmate. And then one day his wife told me the love story of their friend, the story of our love, without even knowing that I was that same girl. His life didn’t work out either, he was married many times, but there was no happiness. He only loved me. And that day when I came to his house, I was simply confused and did not know what to say. I recently found him on social networks, but he had not visited his page for many years. At the age of 16, my daughter met a guy and has been dating him for a year and a half. But I won’t make my mom’s mistake, even though I don’t like him. At all…
Story 3.
3 years ago my kidney failed. There are no relatives or relatives. Out of grief, I got drunk in a nearby bar and burst into tears, I had nothing to lose. A 27-year-old man sat down next to me and asked what happened. Word for word, I told her about the grief, we met, exchanged numbers, but I never called. I went to the hospital, and who was my surgeon? That's right, the same one. Helped me recover after surgery, we are planning a wedding.
History 4.
I'm a perfectionist. We recently recalled how I once stood in line at the post office and there was a guy in front of me. So, the zipper on his backpack was not fully zipped. I tried to restrain myself, but in the end I boldly took a step forward and buttoned it all the way. The guy turned around and looked at me indignantly. By the way, we remembered this together with him, celebrating 4 years of relationship. Do what you want - maybe it's destiny...
History 5.
I work in a flower shop. Today a buyer came and bought 101 roses for his wife. When I was packing, he said: “My girl will be happy.” This buyer is 76 years old, met his wife at 14, and has been married for 55 years. After such incidents, I begin to believe in love.
History 6.
I work as a waitress. My ex, with whom I am on good terms, came and asked to reserve a table for the evening. He said that he wanted to propose to the girl of his dreams. Okay, we've done everything. He came in the evening, sat down at the table, asked for wine, two glasses. I brought it, was about to leave, he asked me to sit down for a couple of minutes to talk. I sat down and he got down on his knee, took out a ring and proposed to me! TO ME! Do you understand? I was in tears, my face was still in shock, but I sat down to him, kissed him and said “yes.” And he told me that he always loved me, and we parted in vain. And this will cement our relationship forever! God, I'm happy!
History 7.
Nobody believes me, but the stars sent me my husband. I’m not beautiful, I’m overweight, and the boys didn’t spoil me with attention, but I really wanted love and a relationship. I was 19, I was lying on the beach at night, looking at the sky and feeling sad. When the first star fell, I wished for love. Then the second one, which I wished to meet her that same night, and decided that if the third one fell, it would definitely come true... And yes, she fell, literally right away. That same night, my future husband wrote to me by mistake on a social network.
History 8.
When I was 17, I had my first love, but my parents didn’t approve. It’s summer, the nights are warm, he came under my windows (1st floor) at 4 o’clock in the morning to call me to watch the dawn! And I escaped through the window, although I have always been a home girl. We walked, kissed, talked about everything and nothing, we were free as the wind and happy! He returned me home at 7 am, when my parents were just getting up for work. No one noticed my absence, and this was the most adventurous and romantic thing I have ever done in my life.
Story 9.
I was walking my dog in the courtyard of high-rise buildings and saw an elderly man walking around asking everyone about a woman. He knew her last name, place of work, about her dog. Everyone brushed it off, and no one wanted to remember this certain woman, but he walked around and asked and asked. It turned out that this was his first love, he arrived many years later in his hometown and the first thing he did was go to find out if she lived in the house where he first saw her and fell in love. At the end, a couple of guys about 14 years old called this woman. You should have seen their look when they met! Love doesn't just disappear!
History 10.
My first love was crazy. We loved each other madly. On August 22, we “got married” by exchanging silver rings on the roof of an abandoned construction site. Now we have not been together for a long time, but every year on August 22, without saying a word, we come to this construction site and just talk. That time was the best of my life.
Story 11.
I lost my engagement ring a year ago and was very upset, but my husband and I couldn’t afford to buy another one. Yesterday I came home after work, there was a small box on the table, in it a new ring and a note “You deserve the best.” It turned out that my husband sold his grandfather's watch to buy me this ring. And today I sold my grandmother’s earrings and bought him a new watch.
Story 12.
My first love and I have been together since we were in diapers. And we had a code in which each letter was replaced by a serial number in the alphabet. For example, “I love you”: 33. 20. 6. 2. 33. 13. 32. 2. 13. 32, etc. But in the end, already in adulthood, life took us to different shores, and we almost stopped communicate. She recently moved to my city for work, and we decided to meet. We walked for several hours and then went home. And closer to night I received a text message from her: “Let's try again.” And at the end those same numbers.
Story 13.
My boyfriend and I had our anniversary a week ago, but we live in different cities. I decided to surprise him and come on this day to spend it together. I bought a ticket, went to the station, I’m late. I run without looking back to my carriage... Phew, I made it. The train starts moving, I sit, look out the window and who do I see? Yeah, my boyfriend with a bouquet of flowers. It turned out that he decided to give me the same surprise.
Story 14.
And my beloved and I got along thanks to our crazy sense of humor. Once, when he was still just my neighbor, I asked him to look at a non-working outlet. This joker, having touched the socket, began to simulate an electric shock - twitching and screaming. When I was ready to push him away from the socket in a panic with the baseboard I had just torn off, he sank to the floor with a lifeless look, and then jumped up shouting: “Ahaaa.” And I... What am I? I grabbed my heart and very naturally pretended to have a heart attack. As a result, they laughed all evening, drunk each other with cognac and never parted again.
Everything happens in life! And Love has not only Everything, but Everything in the World!
"Zhenya plus Zhenya"
Once upon a time there was a girl, Zhenya... Does this beginning remind you of anything? Yes, yes! The famous and wonderful fairy tale “Tsvetik-Semitsvetik” begins in almost the same way.
In fact, everything starts differently... The girl named Zhenya was eighteen. There were literally a few days left until school graduation. She didn’t expect anything special from the holiday, but she was going to participate (attend) in it. The dress was already prepared. Shoes too.
When graduation day arrived, Zhenya even changed her mind about going where she had planned. But her friend Katya “set her up” for her previous plans. Zhenya was surprised that for the first time (in her entire life) she was not late for the event. She arrived at it in a second and couldn’t believe her watch!
Her reward for such a “feat” was meeting the guy of her dreams, who, by the way, was also Zhenya’s namesake.
Zhenya and Zhenya dated for nine years. But on the tenth day they decided to get married. We decided and did it! Then we went on a honeymoon to Turkey. In such a romantic period, they also did not leave themselves without “humor”….
They went for a massage. They had this pleasant procedure performed in the same room, but by different people. Since the massage therapists spoke little Russian, the atmosphere was already special. Of course, the specialist massage therapists were interested to know the names of their “guests”. The one who massaged Zhenya asked her name. The second masseuse found out the name of Zhenya’s husband. Apparently, the massage therapists really liked the coincidence of names. And they made one big joke out of it... They started calling Zhenya on purpose so that he and she would turn around, react and flinch. It looked funny!
"The Long-Awaited Boat of Love"
The girl Galya was educated at a private and prestigious higher educational institution. The years passed very quickly for her. In the third year they picked up running because Galochka met her true love. Her aunt bought her a two-room apartment in a good area, and Sasha (her boyfriend) renovated it. They lived peacefully and happily. The only thing that Galya took a long time to get used to was Sasha’s long business trips. He is a sailor. Galya did not see him for four months. The guy came for a week or two and left again. And Galya was bored and waited, waited and missed...
She was more bored and sad because Sanya was against dogs and cats, and Gala was lonely waiting for his return. And then a classmate of a girl turned up who needed an apartment (a room in it). They began to live together, although Sasha was against such living.
Tatyana (Gali’s classmate) changed her life like no one else. This quiet woman who believed in God took Sasha away from Gali. What the girl experienced is known only to her. But a little time passed, and Sasha returned to his beloved. He begged her for forgiveness, because he realized his “harsh” mistake. And Galyunya forgave... Forgave, but did not forget. And he is unlikely to forget. Just like what he told her on that very day of his return: “She was very similar to you. Your main difference is that you were not homely, but Tanya has always been like that. I’m leaving somewhere - I’m calm, I’m not worried that she’ll run away from me somewhere. You are another matter! But I realized that you are the best and I don’t want to lose you.”
Tanya left the lovers' life. Everything started to look up. Now Galka is waiting not only for a boat of love with the owner of her heart, but also for their wedding day. It has already been set and no one is going to change the date.
This life story teaches us that true love never dies, that there are no obstacles in true love.
“New Year’s breakup is the beginning of new love”
Vitaly and Maria fell in love so much that they were already planning to get married. Vitaly gave Masha a ring, confessed his love a thousand times... At first everything was as great as in the movies. But soon the “weather of relationships” began to deteriorate. And the couple no longer celebrated the New Year together... Vitalya called the girl and said the following: “You are very cool! Thank you for everything. I felt incredibly good with you, but we are forced to part. It will be better not only for me, but also for you, believe me! I'll call again." Tears flowed from the girl’s eyes in streams, her lips, hands and cheeks trembled. Her lover hung up... Her beloved left her forever, trampling her love... This happened almost at midnight on New Year's Day...
Maria threw herself on the pillow and continued to cry. She would have been glad to stop, but nothing worked for her. The body did not want to listen to her. She thought: “this is the first New Year’s holiday that I am destined to celebrate in complete solitude and with such deep trauma...”. But the guy who lived in the next entrance “created” a different turn of events for her. What did he do that was so unearthly? He just called and invited her to celebrate a magical holiday. The girl denied it for a long time. It was hard for her to speak (tears got in the way). But the friend “defeated” Maria! She gave up. She got ready, put on her makeup, took a bottle of delicious wine, a bag of delicious sweets, and ran to Andrey (that was the name of her friend - the savior).
A friend introduced her to another friend of his. Who, a few hours later, became her boyfriend. That's how it happens! Andryukha, like the rest of the guests, got very drunk and went to bed. And Maria and Sergei (Andrey’s friend) stayed talking in the kitchen. They didn’t even notice how they met the dawn. And none of the guests believed that nothing but conversations happened between them.
When it was time to go home, Seryozha wrote his mobile number on a crumpled piece of newspaper. Masha did not respond in kind. She promised that she would call. Maybe someone won’t believe it, but she kept her promise a few days later, when the New Year’s bustle had calmed down a little.
When was the next date between Masha and Seryozhka... The first phrase the guy said was: “if you lose something dear, you will definitely find something better!”
Seryozha helped Masha forget the man who brought her millions of suffering. They immediately understood that they loved each other, but were afraid to admit it to themselves...
Continuation. . .
Incredible facts
In this article, we have collected for you the kindest tiny love stories that will not only make you think, but will also warm your hearts and make you smile. Enjoy.
1. Today my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been suffering from cataracts for 15 years, which made him blind, said to me: “Your grandmother is the most beautiful thing that can be, right?”
I thought for a few seconds and said: “Yes, you’re right. You probably miss the time when you could see her beauty every day.” “Darling, I see her beauty every day. Moreover, now I see her better and brighter than when we were young.”
Love stories
2. Today I took my daughter to the altar. And ten years ago, I pulled a 14-year-old boy from his mother's burning SUV after a serious accident. Doctors said he would never walk again.
My daughter came to the hospital with me several times. Then she visited him herself. Today I see him defy fate, stand firmly on his two feet at the altar and place a ring on my daughter's finger.
3. Today I came to work at 7 am (I’m a florist) and saw a soldier standing near my store. He was heading to the airport to leave for Afghanistan for one year. “I give my wife a bouquet of flowers every Friday and I don’t want to leave her without them while I’m away,” he said.
He then placed an order for a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to his wife's office every Friday for 52 weeks until his return. I gave him a 50 percent discount because it was incredibly touching.
4. Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that no one invited me to the graduation when I graduated from high school, and therefore I did not go to it. That evening he came to me in a tuxedo and invited me to be his date to his graduation.
5. Today, when she woke up from an 11 month coma, she kissed me and said, “Thank you for being with me all the time, telling me these wonderful stories and fighting for me. And yes, I will marry you."
6. I was sitting on a bench in the park and eating my sandwich when an elderly couple parked their car not far from a large oak tree. They rolled down the car windows and turned on jazz.
Then the man got out of the car, walked to the passenger door, helped his lady out, walked her a few meters closer to the oak tree, and they danced for the next half hour.
7. Today I operated on a little girl who urgently needed her first negative blood. Unfortunately, we did not have supplies of this blood, but her twin brother had it. I explained to him that this was a matter of life and death for his little sister. He sat quietly during the procedure, having said goodbye to his parents beforehand.
I didn’t even think about anything like that when, after the procedure was over, the boy asked me: “When will I die?” He thought that he had to give his life to save his sister's life. Thank God they are both fine.
Stories about love
8. I have the best father anyone could ask for. He's a loving husband to my mom who always makes her smile, and he's never missed my soccer games since I started playing at age 5 (I'm 17 now).
He provides for our entire family. This morning I was looking for pliers in my dad's tool box and found an old piece of paper folded many times. It had my father's handwriting on it, and the date was exactly one month before I was born.
This is what I read there: “I am 18 years old, an alcoholic who was kicked out of college, a victim of child abuse with a criminal history of theft. Next month I will become a teenage father. But I swear that I will do anything for my little girl. I will be the kind of father that I myself never had.” And I don't know how he did it, but he did it.
9. Today my 8-year-old son hugged me and said: “You are the best mom in the whole world!” I smiled and asked sarcastically: “How do you know this? You haven’t met every mother in the whole world!” My son hugged me tighter and said: “I met.” You are my world."
10. I have a difficult patient who suffers from severe Alzheimer's disease. He has difficulty remembering his name, and often forgets where he is, as well as what he said a few minutes ago.
But by some incredible miracle (perhaps this miracle is called love), he perfectly remembers his wife, who comes to him every day in the morning to spend several hours with him. When he sees her, he always says, "Hello, my beautiful Kate."
11. My 21-year-old Labrador practically doesn’t walk, doesn’t see or hear, she doesn’t even have the strength to bark. But she never forgets to wag her tail a little whenever I walk into the room.
12. Today is our 10th wedding anniversary, but just recently we both lost our jobs, so we agreed that we will not give each other gifts this year. When I woke up this morning, my husband was no longer asleep. I came out of the bedroom and saw that the whole house was decorated with wild, beautiful flowers, which he had not spent a penny on. I think there were at least 400 flowers.
13. Today my high school boyfriend, whom I no longer hoped to ever see, showed me a photo of us together, which he kept in his army cap for 8 years while he was overseas.
Good love stories
14. My 88-year-old grandmother and her old 17-year-old cat are blind. My grandmother's dog is her guide dog and walks her around the house. This is fine. However, recently she became a guide for a cat. When the cat meows, the dog gets up, approaches him and gives her a secret signal, after which he helps the cat get to his food, water and other important places.
15. Today, through the kitchen window, I saw my two-year-old baby slip and fall into the pool. Our Labrador Retriever Rex was faster than me, he jumped after her, grabbed her by the shirt, and pushed her out of the water.
16. My older brother donated bone marrow to me 16 times to help me cope with cancer. He communicated directly with my doctor, and did so without even discussing it with me. Today the doctor told me that the therapy seems to be working. The number of cancer cells has dropped dramatically over the past few months.
17. Today I was driving home with my grandfather. Suddenly he suddenly stopped the car and turned around. “I forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers for your grandmother. I’ll be quick, there’s a good florist around the corner.” “What kind of special day is today that you want to buy her flowers?” - I asked. “Every day is special. Your grandmother loves flowers, they make her smile.”
18. Today I re-read the suicide note that I wrote on September 2, 1996. Two minutes before I finished writing it, my girlfriend walked in the door and said she was expecting a baby.
Suddenly I had a meaning to life. Today she is my wife. We lived 14 happy years. And my daughter, who is soon 15 years old, has two younger brothers. I sometimes reread my suicide note as a reminder to be grateful. I'm grateful to have a second chance at life and love.
Incredible love stories
19. I spent a whole month in the hospital recovering from burns and injuries resulting from a house fire. I returned to school two months ago. Since then, for two months now, since I showed up at school with scars on my face, every morning I find a red rose in my locker.
I never found out who does this, who comes to school so early and leaves these roses for me. I even came myself several times earlier to find out the secret, but the rose was already in place.
20. Today is 10 years since my dad passed away. When I was a child, he always hummed one short melody to me before going to bed. When I was 18 years old and he was dying in a hospital bed, having failed to beat cancer, we switched places. Now I hummed to him.
I haven't heard this melody since then, until last night. My fiancé and I returned from a walk and went to bed when suddenly he began to sing it. It turns out that his mother sang this song to him when he was a child.
21. Today a woman who had her vocal cords removed due to cancer signed up for lessons with me to learn sign language. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father and 12 close friends signed up with her to be able to communicate with her after she lost the ability to speak.
22. My 11-year-old son speaks excellent sign language because Josh, his best friend with whom he grew up, is deaf. I see how their friendship grows and strengthens over the years.
23. My grandfather has Alzheimer's disease, which makes it difficult for him to remember his grandmother when he wakes up in the morning. When it first happened a year ago, my grandmother was very worried about it, but now she has completely accepted his condition. Moreover, every day they play a game in which she tries to do everything so that her grandfather will ask her to marry her before dinner. She has never lost.
Wonderful love stories
24. Today my dad, at the age of 92, passed away due to natural causes. I found his peaceful body lying calmly in a chair in his bedroom. On his laptop screen were three 8X10 photographs of my mother, who died 10 years ago. She was the love of his life and also the last thing he wanted to see before he died.
25. Today I am a happy mother of a blind 17-year-old boy. Even though my son was born blind, that didn't stop him from becoming a diligent student, a guitarist in a famous band (their recently released first album has already been downloaded 25,000 times), and a loving boyfriend to his girlfriend Valerie. Today his little sister asked him what he liked about Valerie and he replied, “Everything, she’s beautiful.”
26. I was waiting for an elderly couple. From the way they looked at each other, it was clear that they were in love. When my husband said they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess. You’ve probably been together forever.” They laughed and the wife said: “No, today we’ve been together for five years. We were both widowers, but life gave us another chance to be happy.”
27. Today my dad found my little sister alive, sitting on a chain in the barn. She was kidnapped near Mexico City 5 months ago. Police had called off the active search weeks earlier. My mom and I thought she was dead. Last month we held her funeral.
All of our friends and family members came to the ceremony except my father. Instead, he continued to look for her. He said he loved her too much to give up. She returned home only because dad didn't give up.
28. In my high school there are two guys in my senior year who are homosexuals. They were verbally abused for two years, but continued to hold each other's hands the entire time. Despite the threats, they came to the prom in identical tuxedos. They went to dance together and smiled from ear to ear, despite all the haters.
29. Today my sister and I had a car accident. My sister is very popular at school, almost everyone knows her. I'm a bit of an introvert and hang out with the same two girls all the time. Immediately after the accident, before the ambulance arrived, the sister wrote a post on Facebook about what happened.
And while all her friends were commenting on the post, my two friends kept to themselves until the ambulance arrived and confirmed that everything was fine with us.
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30. Today my fiancé returned from his last sea assignment. Just yesterday he was just my boyfriend, or so I thought. Almost a year ago he sent me a package. He told me it couldn't be opened until he got home.
He was due back in two weeks. But the business trip dragged on for another 11 months. Today, when he returned home, he asked me to open the package. When I saw the ring there, he got down on one knee and asked me to become his wife.
31. Today my 12-year-old son Sean went to the nursing home with me for the first time in months. As a rule, I myself go to visit my mother, who suffers from Alzheimer's disease. When we entered the hall, the nurse saw us and said, “Hi, Sean!” I wondered how she knew his name. “Oh, I stop by here on the way home from school to visit grandma and say hello.”
32. Today I found a small note written in my mother’s hand and dated from when she was at school. It was a list of qualities that she once wanted to find in her companion. So, this list is an accurate description of my father, whom she met at 27 years old.
33. Today in chemistry my partner was the most beautiful and most popular girl in school. I would never have dared to talk to her if not for this incident. We had a great time in the laboratory, joked, worked and solved interesting problems (yes, in addition to beauty, she also has intelligence). More recently, we started communicating outside of school as well.
Last week I found out that she doesn't have a partner to go to our school dance. Of course, I wanted to invite her, but I couldn’t overcome my fear. Today at lunch she came up to me and asked me to invite her to the ball. When I did, she kissed me on the cheek and said, “Yes!”
34. Today, on our 10th anniversary, she handed me a suicide note that she wrote at age 22 on the day we met. She said: “All these years I didn’t want you to know how stupid and unstable I was when we met. Without knowing it, you saved me. Thank you".
Touching love stories
35. On his bedside table, my grandfather keeps a photo of him and his grandmother having fun at some party in the 1960s. My grandmother died of cancer in 1999 when I was 7 years old.
This evening I went to visit my grandfather, he asked me to look carefully at this photo, walked around, hugged me from behind and said: “Remember, just because something cannot last forever, it does not mean that it's not worth your time."
36. Today I was talking to my two daughters, ages 4 and 6, and trying to explain to them why we should move from a 4 bedroom house to a 2 bedroom house until I find a good paying job.
My girls looked at each other, and then the youngest asked: “Are we going to eat everything together?” “Of course,” I said. "Then what's the problem?" - asked my baby.
37. Today on the plane I met a very beautiful woman. Thinking I would never see her again, I told her how beautiful she was. She gave me the most sincere smile and said, “No one has said those words to me in the last ten years.”
It turned out that we are both in our early 30s, we have both never been married, we neither have children, and we live 10 km from each other. We have a date next Saturday after we both get home.
38. I am the mother of two children and grandmother of 4 grandchildren. At the age of 17 I became pregnant with twins. When my boyfriend and my friends found out that I was not going to have an abortion, they turned their backs on me. But I didn’t give up, I worked in my free time, graduated from high school and college, and in class I met a guy who fell in love with my children as his own, which he has continued to do for 50 years.
Love stories from life
39. Today, on my 29th birthday, I finally returned home from my last long business trip abroad. A little girl who lives next door to my parents (actually, as it turned out, she’s not so little anymore, she’s 22 years old now), met me at the airport with a big beautiful rose, a bottle of my favorite alcohol and invited me on a date.
40. Today my daughter accepted a marriage proposal from her boyfriend, who is three years older than her. They started dating when she was 14 and he was 17. I never liked their age difference.
He turned 18 a week after she turned 15. My husband insisted they break up. They maintained their friendship but dated other people. Today she is 24 and he is 27, and I have never seen people happier and more in love with each other.
41. Today my mother did not go to work because she was sick. On the way home from school, I went to the store to buy her some goodies and ran into my father there, in whose hands were fruits, a bouquet of flowers, 4 DVDs with romantic comedies. My dad is wonderful.
42. Today I sat on the balcony of my hotel room, watching a couple in love walking along the beach in the distance. I could tell from their body language that they were laughing and enjoying each other's company. As they approached me, I realized that these were my parents, who were on the verge of divorce 8 years ago.
43. I’m 17 years old and I’ve been dating my boyfriend Jake for three years. Yesterday we spent the first night together. We've never done "this" before, including last night. We baked cookies, watched two comedies, laughed, played video games, and fell asleep in each other's arms. Despite my parents' misgivings, he is a true gentleman and a loyal friend.
44. Today, when I tapped my wheelchair and told my husband that he was the only reason I wanted to get rid of this thing, my husband kissed me and replied, “Honey, I don’t even notice this thing.”
45. Today my grandmother and my grandfather, both in their 90s and married for 72 years, died of natural causes about one hour apart.
46. Today I met my father for the first time in six months. And the whole point is that six months ago I told him that I was gay. When I opened the door, I saw his eyes full of tears, he immediately hugged me and said: “I'm sorry Jason, I love you.”
Beautiful love stories
47. Today my little sister, who has autism, said her first word in her life - my name. The baby is 6 years old.
48. Today, at the age of 72, 15 years after my grandfather died, my grandmother remarried. I'm only 17 years old, but I've never seen her so happy in my entire life. It's very inspiring when you see people at that age who are so deeply in love. It's never too late to love.
49. Today, in one of the jazz clubs in San Francisco, I watched a couple who were enjoying each other's company over a glass of cocktail. The woman was a dwarf and the man was about 180 cm tall. Later they went out onto the dance floor. The man knelt down next to her and they were able to dance slowly. They danced all night.
50. Today I woke up because my daughter was calling me. I slept in a chair in her room at the hospital. I opened my eyes and saw her beautiful smile. My baby was in a coma for 98 days.
51. Today, exactly 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and a car crashed into me from behind. The driver was a guy my age, a student like me. He was very cordial and very apologetic. While we were waiting for the police, we laughed a lot about a variety of topics. We just celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary.
52. I work in a coffee shop. Today two gay men walked into a cafe holding hands. As you may have guessed, people started turning their heads. A little girl was sitting at a table not far from me with her mother. She, of course, asked her mother why the two men were holding hands. To which my mother replied: “Because they love each other.”
People's love stories
53. Today, two years after breaking up, I met my ex-wife for dinner and we worked out all our difficulties. We laughed and joked for almost 4 hours. Then before she left she gave me a large envelope. It contained 20 love letters that she had written to me over the past two years. There was a small sticker on the envelope that read, “Letters I Was Too Stubborn to Send.”
54. I had an accident that left a mark on my forehead. The doctors tied a bandage around my head, in which I had to walk for a whole week. I really didn't like that I had to wear it. Two minutes later, after I expressed my dissatisfaction, my younger brother came into my room with a bandage on his head. My mom said that he really insisted that I get a bandage so that I wouldn't feel alone.
55. Today my mother died after a long battle with cancer. My best friend lives 1500 km away from me and called me to support me. Speaking on the phone, he asked: “What would you do if I showed up on your doorstep right now and hugged you tightly?” “I smiled, of course,” I replied. After these words, he rang my doorbell.
56. Today I visited my 91-year-old grandfather, a military doctor, war hero and successful businessman, in the hospital. I was interested in what he considers his greatest achievement in life, and I asked him about it. He turned, took the hand of his grandmother, who was always with him, looked into her eyes and said: “Growing old with you.”
57. Today I watched my 75 year old grandparents goofing around and laughing in the kitchen. I saw what true love is. I hope I can find her someday.
58. Today, exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman from the harsh flow of the Colorado River. This is the story of how I met my wife, the love of my life.
59. Today, on our 50th anniversary, she smiled and said to me: “Well, why didn’t I meet you earlier? This is the only thing I need!
60. Today my blind friend told me in the most vivid detail how beautiful his new girlfriend is.
We, at the editorial office of Infoiac.ru, were very moved by these incredible stories that showed that love really exists and that you need to believe in it.
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Kama Sutra. Short stories about love (collection)
It was like this
Almost every day we meet on the landing of the main staircase. She smokes in the company of her friends, and Natasha and I are looking for the women's restroom - or vice versa. She is similar to me - maybe because we both completely lose the ability to navigate in the huge and endless (as it seems to us every day) space of the institute. The long, tangled bodies of which seem to be specially created to put pressure on the brain. Usually by the end of the day I start to go wild and demand to immediately hand over the monkey who built this building. Natasha laughs and asks why I am sure that this architectural monkey is still alive. However, endless wandering in search of the right audience or women's toilet is entertainment. There are so few of them in our lives - simple entertainment. We both appreciate them, I recognize everything in their eyes. When, at the most unexpected moment, we bump into each other on the stairs and lie to each other that our meeting is completely unexpected. We both just know how to lie classically. Me. And she.
We usually meet on the stairs. Then we look away and look important. She explains sedately how she just left the audience. I am walking along the corridor nearby. No one admits, even under the guise of a terrible death penalty, that in fact we are standing here and waiting for each other. No one except us is given (and will not be given) to know about this.
Both very amicably pretend that they are incredibly happy to see each other. From the outside, everything looks so easy to believe.
– It’s so nice to meet friends!
– Oh, I didn’t even know that you would be passing through here... But I’m so glad!
– What do you have to smoke?
She holds out cigarettes, my friend Natasha brazenly grabs two at once and in complete female solidarity the three of us smoke silently until the bell rings for the next pair.
– Would you give me your notes on economic theory for a couple of days? We have a test in a couple of days... And you already passed the test ahead of schedule... (she)
- No problem. Call, come in and take... (me).
Then we go to lectures. She is studying in the same course as me, just in a different stream.
The auditorium is damp from the morning light, and the desk is still damp from the wet rag of the cleaning lady. In the back people are discussing yesterday's television series. After a few minutes, everyone dives into the depths of higher mathematics. Everyone except me. During the break, without taking my eyes off my notes, I sit at the table, trying to at least see what is written on the paper sheet open in front of me. Someone slowly and quietly approaches my table. And without looking up, I know who I will see. Who is standing behind me... She.
She enters sideways, as if embarrassed by strangers. He sits down next to you and looks devotedly into his eyes. We are the closest and best friends, and have been for a long time. The deep essence of our relationship cannot be expressed in words. We're just waiting for one man. We've both been waiting for years without success. We are rivals, but not a single person in the world would think of calling us that. Our faces are the same because they are marked with the indelible stamp of love and anxiety. For one person. We probably both love him. Maybe he loves us too, but for the safety of our common souls, it’s easier to convince ourselves that he really doesn’t care about us.
How much time has passed since then? Six months, a year, two years? Since that time, when was there one, the most ordinary phone call?
Who called? I can’t even remember the name now... Someone from a neighboring course... or from a group...
"- Hello. Come right now. Everyone has gathered here... there's a surprise!
– What surprise?! It's raining outside! Speak clearly!
– How about your English?
– Have you gone crazy?
– Listen, we have Americans sitting here. Two came on exchange to the Faculty of Romance-Germanic Philology.
- Why are they sitting with us?
– They are not interested there, besides, they met Vitalik and he brought them to our dorm. They're funny. They hardly speak Russian. She (named the name) fell for one. She sits next to him all the time. Come. You should look at this! “
The rain that hit my face... When I returned home, there were three of us. Three. This has been the case ever since.
I turn my head and look at her face - the face of a man who, faithfully laying his head on my shoulder, looks through the eyes of a pitiful beaten dog. She definitely loves him more than me. She loves so much that it is a holiday for her to hear at least one word. Even if this word of his is intended for me. From the point of view of my wounded pride, I look at her very closely and competently note that today she has her hair done poorly, that lipstick doesn’t suit her, and there is a loop on her tights. She probably sees the bruises under my eyes, unmanicured nails and tired appearance. I have known for a long time that my breasts are more beautiful and larger than hers, my height is taller and my eyes are brighter. But her legs and waist are more slender than mine. Our mutual inspection is almost unnoticeable - it is a habit ingrained in the subconscious. After this, we mutually look for oddities in behavior that indicate that one of us has recently seen him.
“Yesterday I watched international news until two o’clock in the morning...” her voice trails off and becomes hoarse. “They probably won’t be able to come this year... I heard there’s a crisis in the States...”
“And even if they come, despite their shaky economy,” I pick up, “they are unlikely to come to us.”
Her face falls, I see that I hurt her. But I can’t stop anymore.
- And in general, I have long forgotten about all this nonsense. Even if he comes again, you still won’t understand him. Just like last time.
– But you will help me with the translation...
- Hardly. I forgot English a long time ago. Exams are coming soon, the session is coming, we need to study Russian... the future belongs to the Russian language... and they also say that Germans will soon come to the Russian Geographical Fund for exchange. Would you like to sit down with a dictionary and go look at them?
After her, he turned to me - it was normal, I had long been accustomed to such a reaction, but I did not know that his ordinary masculine actions could cause her such pain. He still writes me letters - thin pieces of paper printed on a laser printer... I keep them in an old notebook so as not to show them to anyone. She does not know about the existence of these letters. All her ideas about life are the hope that he will forget me too. I guess that every morning she opens a map of the world and looks at the ocean with hope. She loves the ocean almost as much as he loves him. For her, the ocean is a bottomless abyss in which thoughts and feelings drown. I do not dissuade her from this illusion. Let him live as easily as possible. Our history is primitive to the point of stupidity. So ridiculous that it’s embarrassing to even talk about it. Those around us are firmly convinced that, having met at the institute, we simply became friends. Two closest friends. Who always have something to talk about... It's true. We are friends. We are interested together, there are always common topics and we also understand each other perfectly. I like her - as a person, as a person, as a friend. She likes me too. She has character traits that I don't have. We feel good together. It’s so good that no one is needed in this world. Even, probably, the ocean.
In our “personal” life, which is open to everyone, each of us has a separate man. She is a biology student from the university. Mine is a computer artist, a rather funny guy. With a valuable quality - the inability to ask questions. Our men help us survive the uncertainty and melancholy, and also the thought that he will not return. That our American romance will never truly connect us to him. But for this love, we secretly promise each other to always show concern - concern not about ourselves, but about him. She doesn’t realize, I understand how funny and absurd we are, clinging to cracked, torn straws in order to float to the surface and drown out some strange pain. Pain similar to a toothache, occurring at the most inopportune moment in the most inopportune place. Is pain about yourself? Or about him?
Sometimes I read hatred in her eyes. As if by silent agreement, we hate everything that exists around us. An institute that you entered just like that, for the sake of a diploma, friends who don’t care about you, society and our existence, and most importantly, the abyss that forever separates us from him. And when we are tired to the point of madness from eternal lies and poorly hidden indifference, from the whirlwind of meaningless but many events, from the stupidity of other people’s love stories - we meet her eyes and see sincerity, real, truthful sincerity, which is purer and better... We never talk about the topic of a love triangle because we both understand perfectly well that behind this there is always something more complex than the dilemma of ordinary unrequited love...
And one more thing: we think about him very often. We remember, experiencing different feelings - melancholy, love, hatred, something nasty and disgusting, or vice versa, light and fluffy... And after a stream of general phrases, someone suddenly stops mid-sentence and asks:
- Well?
And the other one shakes her head negatively:
- Nothing new...
And, having met his eyes, he will understand the silent sentence - there will be nothing new, nothing... Never.
At home, alone with myself, when no one sees me, I go crazy from the abyss into which I fall lower and lower. I desperately want to grab a pen and write in English: “leave me alone... don’t call... don’t write...” But I can’t, I’m not capable of doing this, and therefore I suffer from nightmares, from which my other half only becomes chronic insomnia. Our jealous sharing of love is a terrible nightmare in my dreams at night... Like a Swedish family or Muslim laws on polygamy... In my nightmares, I even imagine how we both marry him and run the same kitchen... Me and her. I shudder in my sleep. I wake up in a cold sweat and am tormented by the temptation to say that from mutual friends I learned about his death in a car accident... Or that another plane crashed somewhere... I invent hundreds of ways, I know that I cannot do it. I can't hate her. Just like she did me.
One day, on a difficult day, when my nerves were shaken to the limit, I pressed her against the stairs:
- What are you doing?! Why are you following me? Why are you continuing this nightmare?! Live your life! Leave me alone! Don't seek my company, because in reality you hate me!
A strange expression appeared in her eyes:
- This is not true. I can't and don't want to hate you. I love you. And a little bit of it.
Every day for two years we meet on the landing of the stairs. And every meeting we don’t talk, but we think about him. I even catch myself thinking that I’m counting down the clock every day and looking forward to the moment when she quietly, as if shyly, enters the classroom, sits down with me and starts a stupid, endless conversation on general topics. And then, in the middle, he will interrupt the conversation and look at me questioningly... I guiltily look away to the side to shake my head negatively. And I’ll shiver all over, probably from the eternal cold dampness in the morning.
Two days until the new year
The telegram said “don’t come.” The snow scratched his cheeks with hard bristles, trampled under the broken lantern. The edge of the most brazen of all telegrams protruded from his pocket through the fur of his fur coat. The station looked like a huge pheonite ball, molded from dirty plasticine. A door leading into the sky fell brightly and clearly into the void.
Leaning against the cold wall, she studied the railway ticket window, where the crowd was choking, and thought only that she wanted to smoke, she just wanted to smoke like crazy, drawing in bitter frosty air into both nostrils. It was impossible to walk, you just had to stand, watching the crowd, leaning your shoulder against the cold wall, squinting your eyes from the familiar stench. All the stations are similar to one another, like fallen gray stars, floating in the clouds of other people's eyes, a collection of familiar, undeniable miasma. All stations are similar to one another.
Clouds - other people's eyes. This was essentially the most important thing.
The telegram said “don’t come.” This way he didn’t have to look for confirmation of what he was going to do. In a narrow passage, a trampled drunk homeless man fell out from under someone’s feet and fell right under her feet. She crawled extremely carefully along the wall so as not to touch the edge of her long fur coat. Someone pushed me in the back. Turned around. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t say anything, and so, unable to say anything, she froze, forgetting that she wanted to smoke because the thought was fresher. The idea that decisions can gnaw at the brain in the same way that half-smoked (in the snow) cigarettes gnaw. Where there was pain, red, inflamed dots remained, carefully hidden under the skin. She ran her hand, trying to cut off the most inflamed part, but nothing happened, and the red dots ached more and more painfully, more and more, leaving behind anger, similar to a hot broken lantern in the usual pheonite ball.
Sharply pushing part of the wall away from herself, she crashed into the line, professionally throwing away all the bag-men with confident elbows. The impudence caused a friendly opening of the mouths of seasoned ticket resellers. She pressed herself against the window, afraid that again she would not be able to say anything, but she said, and where the breath fell on the glass, the window became wet.
- One to... for today.
- And in general?
- I said no.
A sound wave of voices hit the legs, someone was vigorously tearing at the fur side, and very close by, the disgusting onion stench of someone’s hysterical mouth entered the nostrils - so the indignant masses of the people righteously tried to take her away from the railway ticket window.
– I may have a certified telegram.
- Go through the other window.
- Well, look - one ticket.
“Are you kidding me, damn you...,” said the cashier, “don’t hold up the line... you..., moved away from the cash register!”
The fur coat was no longer torn; the sound wave hitting the legs went to the floor. She pushed the heavy door that went into the sky and went out to where the frost immediately bit into her face with sharpened vampire teeth. Endless night stations floated past my eyes (other people's eyes). They shouted after us - along the taxi stands. Of course, she didn't understand a word. It seemed to her that she had forgotten all languages a long time ago, and around her, through the aquarium walls, without reaching her, human sounds were disappearing, taking the colors existing in the world with them. The walls went all the way to the bottom, not letting in the bygone symphony of color. The telegram said “don’t come, circumstances have changed.” A perfect semblance of tears dried on her eyelashes, not reaching her cheeks in the vampire frost. These tears disappeared without appearing at all and immediately, only inside, under the skin, leaving a dull callous pain, similar to a drained swamp. She took a cigarette and a lighter (in the shape of a colored fish) from her purse and took a deep breath of the smoke, which suddenly stuck in her throat like a heavy and bitter lump. She pulled the smoke into herself until the hand holding the cigarette turned into a wooden stump, and when the transformation took place, the cigarette butt fell down of its own accord, looking like a huge falling star reflected in the velvet black sky. Someone pushed again, Christmas tree needles caught on the edge of her fur coat and fell onto the snow, and once the needles fell, she turned around. Ahead, in the hare's mark, loomed a wide man's back with a Christmas tree attached to his shoulder, which danced a fantastic funny dance on its back. The back walked quickly and went farther and farther with each step, and then only needles remained in the snow. Frozen (afraid to breathe), she looked at them for a very long time, the needles looked like small lights, and when her eyes dazzled from the artificial light, she suddenly saw that the light coming from them was green. It was very quickly, and then - nothing at all, only the pain, suppressed by the speed, returned to its original place. It stung in her eyes, spun in place, her brain shrank, and inside someone said clearly and clearly “two days until the New Year,” and immediately there was no air, there was bitter smoke, hidden deep in her chest as well as in her throat . A number, black as melted snow, floated out and knocked something off my feet, carried me away through the snow, but not in one place, somewhere - from people, to people.
“Wait, you...” from the side, someone’s heavy breathing reeked of a full range of fusel oils. Turning around, I saw fox eyes under a knitted hat.
– How long can I run after you?
Was someone running after her? Nonsense. It has never been like this - in this world. There was everything, except for two poles - life and death, in complete abundance.
– Did you ask for a ticket before...?
- Let's say.
- Yes, I have it.
- How many.
– I’ll pay you for 50 as if you were my own.
- Yes, let's go..
- Well, a measly 50 bucks, I’m giving it to you as if it were my own, so take it...
- Yeah, one for today, even the lowest place.
She held the ticket up to the lantern.
– Yes, that’s right, in kind, no doubt about it.
The guy crunched and held up a 50 dollar bill to the light.
- And the train is at 2 am.
- I know.
- OK.
He melted into space, like people who do not repeat themselves in daylight melt. “Don’t come, circumstances have changed.”
She grinned. The face was a white blur on the floor with a cigarette butt stuck to his eyebrow. It protruded from under sleepy drooping eyelids, and, fitting into the dirty circle, it called far, further and further. Where she was, the sharp corners of the chair pressed on her body. Voices merged in my ears somewhere in a forgotten world behind me. A sleepy web enveloped even the facial curves in a non-existent warmth. She bowed her head down, trying to leave, and her face only became a dirty white spot in the station tiles. That night she was no longer herself. Someone born and someone dead changed in ways that could not be imagined. Without falling anywhere, she turned her face away from the floor, where the station lived a nocturnal life that was not subject to consideration. At about one o'clock in the morning a telephone call was heard in one of the apartments.
- Where are you?
- I'd like to check out.
– You decided.
- He sent a telegram. One.
- Will he at least wait for you? And then, the address...
– I have to go – it’s there, in the telegram.
-Will you come back?
- Come what may.
– What if you wait a couple of days?
- This makes absolutely no sense.
- What if you come to your senses?
- There is no right to another exit.
- There is no need to go to him. No need.
“I can’t hear well—the receiver is hissing, but you speak anyway.”
- What can I say?
- Anything. As you wish.
- Satisfied, right? There is no other such idiot on earth!
– There are two days left until the New Year.
- At least you stayed for the holiday.
- I have been chosen.
- Nobody chose you.
- Doesn't matter.
- Don't leave. There's no need to go there, do you hear?
Short beeps blessed her path and the stars turned black through the glass of the telephone booth inside the sky. She thought that she was gone, but she was scared to think about it for a long time.
The train crawled slowly. The carriage windows were dimly lit, the light bulb in the reserved seat aisle was dimly lit. Leaning the back of her head against the plastic of the train partition that reflected the ice, she waited for everything to go away and the darkness outside the window to be washed away by those tears that, without appearing in the eyes, do not dry. The glass, which had not been washed for a long time, began to tremble with a small, painful tremor. The back of my head hurt from the plastic ice. Somewhere inside, a small, chilly animal was whining. “I don’t want...” somewhere inside a small, tired, sick animal cried, “I don’t want to go anywhere, I don’t want to, Lord, do you hear...”
The glass shattered with small painful tremors in time with the train. “I don’t want to leave... the little animal cried, - nowhere at all... I don’t want to go anywhere... I want to go home... I want to go home to my mother...”
The telegram said “don’t come.” This meant that staying was not an option. It seemed to her that, together with the train, she was rolling down the slimy walls of the frozen ravine, with melted snowflakes on her cheeks and Christmas tree needles on the snow, down to the most hopeless bottom, where the frozen windows of former rooms glow with electricity in such a homely way and where deceitful ones dissolve in the warmth. the words that there are windows on earth, to which, having abandoned everything, you can still return... she was trembling, her teeth knocked out tremors where the fast train wheezed in agony. Cringing, she thought about the Christmas tree needles stuck in the snow, and that the telegram said “don’t come,” and that there were two days left until the New Year and that one day (it warmed with a painful artificial warmth) the day would come when she would no longer need to go anywhere drive. Like an old sick beast, the train howled along the rails that happiness is the simplest thing on earth. Happiness is when there is no road.
Red flower
She hugged herself by the shoulders, enjoying the perfect velvety skin. Then she slowly smoothed her hair with her hand. Cold water is a miracle. The eyelids became the same, without retaining a single trace of what... That she cried all night the night before. Everything was washed away by the water, and we could safely move forward. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror: “I am beautiful!” Then she waved her hand indifferently.
She walked through the corridor and found herself where she was supposed to be. She took a glass of champagne from the tray, not forgetting to give a sparkling smile to either the waiter or those around her. The champagne seemed disgusting to her, and a terrible bitterness immediately froze on her bitten lips. But none of those present who filled the large hall would have guessed this. She really liked herself from the outside: a lovely woman in an expensive evening dress drinks exquisite champagne, enjoying every sip.
Of course he was there all the time. He reigned, surrounded by his servile subjects, in the heart of the great banquet hall. A socialite, with a casual charm, he strictly follows his crowd. Has everyone come - those who should come? Are everyone enchanted - those who should be enchanted? Is everyone scared and depressed - those who should be scared and depressed? A proud look from under slightly knitted eyebrows said that was all. He sat half-sitting in the center of the table, surrounded by people, and, first of all, beautiful women. Most people who met him for the first time were fascinated by his simple-minded, attractive appearance, his simplicity and ostentatious good nature. He seemed to them an ideal - an oligarch who kept it so simple! Almost like an ordinary person, like one of our own. But only those who came into contact with him closer or those who dared to ask him for money knew how, from under the outer softness, a formidable lion’s paw protruded, capable of tearing apart the culprit with a slight movement of a formidable palm.
She knew all his gestures, his words, movements and habits. She kept every wrinkle in her heart like a treasure. The years brought him money and confidence in the future, he greeted them proudly, like an ocean flagship. There were too many other people in his life to notice. Occasionally he noticed her new wrinkles or folds on her body.
- Darling, you can’t do that! You need to take care of yourself! Look in the mirror! With my money... I heard a new beauty salon has opened...
-Who did you hear it from?
He was not embarrassed:
– Yes, a new one has opened and it’s very good! Go there. Otherwise, you will soon look like you are forty-five! And I won't even be able to go out with you.
He wasn't shy about showing off his knowledge of cosmetics or fashion. On the contrary, he emphasized: “You see how the youth loves me!” He was always surrounded by these same “enlightened” golden youth. On either side of him sat the two most recent title holders. One is Miss City, the other is Miss Charm, the third is the face of a modeling agency that dragged its charges to any presentation where there might be at least one earning more than 100 thousand dollars a year. The fourth was new - she had not seen her before, but she was just as evil, mean and impudent as everyone else. Perhaps this one had even more impudence, and she noted to herself that this one would go far. That girl sat half-sitting in front of him right on the banquet table, coquettishly placing her hand on his shoulder, and burst into loud laughter in response to his words, with her whole appearance expressing a greedy predatory grip under the mask of naive carelessness. Women always occupied first places in his circle. The men crowded behind.
Squeezing the glass in her hand, she seemed to be reading her thoughts on the surface of the golden drink. Flattering, ingratiating smiles accompanied her around her - after all, she was a wife. She had been his wife for a long time, so long that he always emphasized this, which meant that she also had the main role.
Cold water is a miracle. She no longer felt her swollen eyelids. Someone touched her with his elbow:
- Ah. Expensive! – it was an acquaintance, the minister’s wife, – you look great! You are a wonderful couple, I always envy you! It’s so great to live for more than 20 years and maintain such ease in relationships! Always look at each other. Ah, wonderful!
Looking up from her annoying chatter, she really caught his gaze. He looked at her and it was like bubbles in champagne. She smiled her most charming smile, thinking that he deserved a chance…. He did not get up when she approached, and the girls did not even think of leaving when she appeared.
-Are you having fun, dear?
- Yes, dear. Everything is fine?
- Wonderful! And you?
– I’m very happy for you, dear.
Their dialogue did not go unnoticed. People around thought “what a lovely couple!” And the journalists present at the banquet noted to themselves that they should mention in the article that the oligarch has such a wonderful wife.
- Dear, will you allow me to say a few words?
Taking her by the arm, he led her away from the table.
-Have you finally calmed down?
– What do you think?
“I think it’s bad to worry at your age!”
- Let me remind you that I am the same age as you!
– It’s different for men!
- Is that so?
- Let's not start over! I'm already tired of your stupid invention that I had to give you flowers today! I have so much to do, I’m spinning like a squirrel in a wheel! You should have thought about this! There was no need to cling to me with all sorts of nonsense! If you want flowers, go buy it for yourself, order it, or even buy a whole store, just leave me alone – that’s all!
She smiled her most charming smile:
- I don’t even remember anymore, dear!
- Is it true? - he was delighted, - and I was so angry when you clung to me with these flowers! I have so much to do, and you come up with all sorts of nonsense!
“It was a little woman’s whim.”
- Darling, remember: little feminine whims are allowed only to young beautiful girls, like the ones sitting next to me! But it only irritates you!
- I will remember, my love. Don't be angry, don't be nervous about such trifles!
- It’s very good that you are so smart! I'm lucky with my wife! Listen, darling, we won’t be going back together. The driver will pick you up when you're tired. And I’ll go by myself, in my car, I have some things to do…. And don’t wait for me today, I won’t come to spend the night. I'll only be there for lunch tomorrow. And even then, maybe I’ll have lunch at the office and not return home.
- Will I go alone? Today?!
- Lord, what is it today?! Why are you getting on my nerves all day?
- Yes, I take up so little space in your life...
- What does this have to do with it! You take up a lot of space, you are my wife! And I carry you with me everywhere! So don't start!
- Okay, I won’t. I didn't want to.
- That's good! There is nothing left for you to want!
And, grinning, he returned back, where too many - much more important - were waiting impatiently. From his point of view, more special than his wife. She smiled. Her smile was beautiful. It was an expression of happiness - enormous happiness that could not be contained! Returning to the restroom and locking the doors tightly behind her, she took out a small mobile phone.
- I confirm. In half an hour.
In the hall, she again lavished smiles - demonstrating (and she did not need to demonstrate, that’s how she felt) a huge surge of happiness. These were the happiest moments - moments of anticipation... So, beaming, she slipped into the narrow corridor near the service entrance, from where the exit was clearly visible, and clung to the window. Half an hour later, familiar figures appeared in the narrow doors. It was her husband's two guards, and her husband. Her husband hugging the new girl. And the kisser is on the go. Everyone hurried to the shiny black Mercedes, the husband’s latest acquisition, which cost 797 thousand dollars. He loved expensive cars. Loved it very much.
The doors swung open and the dark interior of the car swallowed them completely. The guards remained outside. One was saying something on the radio - probably warning those at the entrance that the car was already coming.
The explosion sounded with deafening force, destroying the hotel's illumination, trees and glass. Everything was mixed up: screams, roar, ringing. Fiery tongues of flame that shot up to the very sky licked the mangled body of the Mercedes, turned into a huge funeral pyre.
She hugged herself by the shoulders and automatically smoothed her hair, enjoying the inner voice: “I gave you the most beautiful red flower! Happy wedding day, dear."
