Thoughts
We separated. That's how it happened.
What can we say when it can be equated to death.
The person has left your life - your life. And he won’t be anymore, he doesn’t want to anymore... imagine, he finds new love,
and you sit and understand that you made plans, that you loved to the ends of your hair. And he was like, don’t cry, that it happened and passed, that’s how it turned out. That’s how it happened.
And it comes..
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Vegans can do anything
A vegan Australian climbed Everest to prove that "vegans can do anything" and died.
Vegans, don't climb the mountains!
Two climbers from the Netherlands and Australia conquered the world's highest Mount Everest and died during the descent due to altitude sickness, reports the Associated Press.
Both climbers were in the same group. 35-year-old Eric A.. More
He hated his wife
A powerful love story that will not leave you indifferent...
He hated his wife. Hated it! They lived together for 20 years. For 20 years of his life, he saw her every day in the morning, but only in the last year did her habits begin to irritate him wildly. Especially one of them: stretch out your arms and, while still in bed, say: “Hello .. More
Very sad story
A girl (15 years old) was bought a horse. She loved her, looked after her, fed her. The horse was trained to jump up to 150 cm. He jumped without a hold and with a reserve, which gave him great prospects for the sport!
One day he and his horse went to training. The girl set up an obstacle and walked into it...
The horse jumped perfectly with a huge margin.....
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Doctors don't always help...
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Mom, without stopping, wrapped him in bandages while the baby screamed in agony. Seeing the boy a year later, the world refused to believe it.
A year ago, thirty-five-year-old Stephanie Smith gave birth to a son, Isaiah. When the baby was born, her whole life was filled with love. Mother and son spent days and days together, enjoying each other. Od.. More
You never got married
I heard of a man who avoided marriage all his life, and when he was dying at the age of ninety, someone asked him:
- You never got married, but you never said why. Now, standing on the threshold of death, satisfy our curiosity. If there is any secret, at least reveal it now - after all, you are dying, leaving this world. Even..
The fireplace burned quietly, and he told her that he would only be leaving for a month. It's necessary. There are many problems that need to be solved that she, naive, will never understand. There is something more important than their love story, and something bigger than this mansion, although much more! “Well, it doesn’t matter where I am: overseas or behind this wall, I’ll just finish my business and come back,” he said. He also told her to have fun and not think too much about him.
Today she woke up on the floor, wearing yesterday's dress. She doesn't remember when the guests left. Why did the guests come? There was a holiday... of some kind. She didn't drink, no. The phone just rang... Here it is! No one can find him, he is missing. His boss couldn't lie! No, it can't be, you just have to wait...
She wanted to get lost in these rooms, at least for a while. The next room contained a collection of weapons. That autumn they went hunting. It was fun. How long has it been? Year and month. Who cares? Family jewels, a transparent case with a ring, a deed of gift... Dear, dear, ring, where is it? Nothing good was felt when the stern faces of departed relatives looked at her from the portraits. The next room is for the child. It should be pink if it's a girl. And if it's a boy, then...
A ray of sunset slid through the huge window of a large mansion. Somewhere from the neighboring rooms rustling sounds were heard, Daria shuddered. The silence again took her by surprise. You need to close the curtains. Or not: open again tomorrow. She looked into the flight between the stairs - there was a telephone down there, and maybe there were missed calls. Challenges? It’s better to go to the hall, there’s a piano there. Music will dispel doubt and fear. The mansion was silent, one window was lit, and all night a gentle and sad melody was heard, which died down in the morning.
How can I tell her? Miami is behind us. A capricious beauty in a white swimsuit remained there, and now no one is waiting for him. A rainy train station, a taxi, someone's shadow flashed in the window... a bad feeling.
He smiled, looking at her funny drawings in the hallway with their love story. Impatience and anxiety did not allow me to breathe. Dasha! Here she is! Dasha went down the stairs slowly, step by step, her face on this cloudy day looked very pale, even white. She did not take her shining eyes off Oleg and walked towards him with open arms, he also extended his hands to her. When she was already standing very close, her gaze went into the distance, somewhere through him. Oleg looked back at the open door. He threw himself at her feet. He still heard her “Nothing, I’ll wait” and felt her palms, and when he raised his face, amazed and very sympathetic neighbors stood near him. “It’s been three months since she died,” it hit him like thunder, and suddenly he realized that they hadn’t seen her.
Confession of a baby.
I woke up at six this morning. It's early of course. The only thing that kept the house awake was the clock. The cats twitched their paws in their sleep, and my mother was also asleep. She smiled in her sleep and looked like a little girl. And I’m already an adult. Since yesterday. Yes, yes! Yesterday I became big and wise!
Yesterday was a difficult day, oh, difficult.
Going over the events, my soul was filled with both golden joy and rusty sadness. Everything that had recently stirred my soul flashed through my memory.
It was a long time ago, many months ago. I felt uncomfortable then. My heart was beating above my head, but, despite my youth, there was no spring ringing or songs in it....
And sometimes my heart began to beat faster, and I could hear quiet crying. I felt sorry for her, this young girl, because she shared her life force with me.
At night, she curled up into a ball and propped up my head with her feet, and I was silent, I knew that it was easier for her.
Why could I help her? Only humility.
Through the cloudy shell of her belly, I compared her with other pot-bellied young women who squealed loudly about some kind of diapers, undershirts and all the time stroked their bellies. SHE never stroked me. SHE didn't love me...
I understood this at 5 months... Ask why I didn’t understand it before? Yes, she was probably small and stupid.
Well, as long as she doesn’t kick her out completely. Where will I go? It's too early for me...
Sometimes with thin but tenacious fingers SHE pressed my stomach and, pressing against the wide bones, I grew cold with fear.
We lived like this for seven months. Among all the sounds that penetrated the womb, I liked music the most. I started turning my head to the beat and kicking my legs. I also liked it when my mistress ate pickles. I still love them.
It was already warm, the sun was persistently warming me from all sides, when something bitter and suffocating burned me. This went on for a whole week. I didn’t sleep at all, I was afraid to move again. I understood that it was time to leave. And not because it’s time, but because SHE is tired.
And why is this happening to me? Maybe I'm not the only one!
It started at night. Now I think that all the worst and worst things happen at night. It became difficult for me to move, and deafening screams filled my ears. It became unbearably stuffy. Having lost all patience, I decided: come what may, I will leave here. I really wanted to take a breath of fresh air.
The bitter taste of quinine was still burning my throat when someone grabbed my shoulder.
Finally, a deft hand grabbed my neck, and a bright light splashed into my eyes. That's it! How bright it is here! And the people are funny! Everything is in white, you can’t even see your face. Some eyes blink.
I didn't even know what to do. They looked at me point blank, said something, and I decided to shout! I've wanted to scream for so long! And along with the scream came crying. It turns out that crying feels so good!
They wiped me with a soft ball of cotton wool and wrapped me in a diaper. It became warm. SHE didn't take me in. SHE turned away!!!
“This is probably how it should be,” I thought.
And I never saw HER again.
There were two of us in the ward, both girls. My name was Katya. The women said that I was born on St. Catherine's Day. I didn’t know the name of the other one, I only heard that she came from Udmurtia. But why doesn't she go back?
Where is the girl who was in her belly?
The Udmurt woman was silent all the time, but I really wanted to talk! And I still chatted, or rather walked with myself.
One night I felt hot.
I called HER... Someone leaned over me, turned me from side to side, and soon I felt like I was being pricked. No, it didn't hurt. It was a shame.
They placed me in a glass box and, quietly waking me up, the doctor applied a metal contraption to my chest and back, having previously warmed it at her wrist. I don’t remember how long it lasted, but it turns out that everything has its end.
Soon I felt better.
My legs still ached a little from the injections when I met the sun. It looked into our room and seemed to want to say something.
“Wait,” I whispered to him, “I need to think about something. We'll talk tomorrow."
I noticed how a poplar branch blossomed near the window and was proud of its delicate green leaves. With a wink, the sun moved to another window, and I fell asleep.
They came, as usual, after the second bottle of milk.
A plump woman in a colorful sweater peeked out from behind the doctors. She stepped forward, and red tulips flashed like fire in my eyes. How beautiful!
What is this for me?! Thank you!
Listening to the doctor, she stroked my arms and head with a smile.
“Look, how nice,” I remarked. The fat woman approached the Udmurt woman and began to examine her. Hm! Why is she taking so long? I don't like this! I began to fidget unhappily, and she was next to me again.
“That’s it,” I calmed down, “and there’s no need to run!”
Now we see each other every day!
But one day she came early. She dressed me in a new vest, wrapped me in a blanket and said:
- Well, Katyusha, good luck?
And we went to visit her. And why were all the doctors looking after us? I still don’t understand!
Everything here was beautiful! The fat girl carried me in her arms and showed me something!
I especially liked the two fluffy toys that ran and meowed. They looked at me and sniffed my scent.
“Should I pull the mustache or something? Oh well, next time, if I come, of course.”
Three months passed and they didn’t take me back.
“That’s probably how it should be!” - I thought.
The fat girl was running somewhere, telling something to her friends who had come, and most importantly, when it got dark, she sang songs to me, such quiet ones.
I flared up again at night.
Through the veil of oblivion I saw first one doctor, then another.
I didn't like them. And not because they gave injections, but because they wanted to take me to the hospital again.
Pulling me close, my fat one said decisively:
"NO! We are staying at home!
Here you go! It turns out that this is my home!
Kneeling almost all night, she wiped me with a wet diaper and cried quietly.
Oh, how I wanted to feel sorry for her!
It was then that I realized - she loves me!
Months passed. We lived together.
The fat girl amused me, showing me how ducklings quack, how geese cackle, and told me fairy tales from bright books. But for several days now I’ve been thinking about one thing: “What should I call her?”
It was an ordinary morning. Our house smelled delicious of apple jam. She stood with her back to me and was sorting through the diapers.
Taking a deep breath, I exhaled: “MOM!!!”
She rushed to me and, covering me with kisses, dropped large peas of tears.
She's crying! She's still funny to me!
Touching her face, I quietly, inaudibly, slightly moving my lips, added: “I LOVE YOU!!!”
Touching stories rarely appear on the first pages, which is probably why it seems that nothing good and kind is happening in the world. But as these little love stories show, beautiful things happen every day.
They're all from a site called Makesmethink, a place where people share their thought-provoking stories, and we're sure you'll agree that these little funny stories are thought-provoking. Be careful though: some of them may lift your spirits, while others may move you to tears...
“Today I realized that my dad is the best dad I could ever dream of! He is my mom’s loving husband (always makes her laugh), he comes to all my football matches since I was 5 years old (I’m 17 now) ) and is a real stronghold for our family.
This morning, while looking for pliers in my dad's toolbox, I found a dirty folded piece of paper at the bottom. It was an old diary entry in my father's handwriting, dated exactly one month before my birthday. It read: “I'm 18 years old, an alcoholic, a college dropout, a victim of child abuse, a person with a criminal record for car theft. And next month I'll be adding 'teen dad' to the list. But I swear that From now on, I will do everything right for my little girl. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it."
"Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that when I was in high school, no one asked me to his prom. That same evening, he showed up at my house in a tuxedo and took me to his prom as his date."
"My 88-year-old grandmother and her 17-year-old cat are both blind. Usually my grandmother is led around the house by her guide dog. But lately the dog has been leading her cat around the house as well. When the cat meows, the dog comes up to her and rubs her about her, after which she follows him to her food, to her “toilet,” to the other end of the house to sleep, and so on.”
“Today, approaching the door of my office at 7 am (I am a florist), I saw a soldier in uniform standing waiting. He stopped by on the way to the airport - he was leaving for Afghanistan for one year. He said: “Usually every Friday I I'm bringing home a bouquet of flowers for my wife and don't want to disappoint her while I'm gone." He then placed an order for 52 bouquets of flowers, each to be delivered to his wife's office every Friday afternoon. I gave him a 50% cut "discount".
"Today I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago, I carried a 14-year-old boy from his mother's fire-engulfed SUV after a serious accident. Doctors initially said he would never walk. My daughter visited him in the hospital with me several times Then I began to come to him myself. Today I watch how, contrary to all the doctors’ predictions, he stands at the altar on his own two legs and smiles, putting a ring on my daughter’s finger.”
"Today, by mistake, I accidentally sent my father a message saying 'I love you' that I wanted to send to my husband. A few minutes later I received a response: 'I love you too.' Dad." It was like that! We so rarely say words of love to each other."
"Today, when she came out of an 11-month coma, she kissed me and said, 'Thank you for being here and telling me these beautiful stories without losing faith in me... And yes, I will come out marry you."
“Today is our 10th wedding anniversary, but since my husband and I have recently been unemployed, we agreed not to give each other any gifts this time. When I woke up in the morning, my husband was already up. I went downstairs and saw the beautiful fields flowers placed throughout the house. There were about 400 flowers in total, and he didn’t spend a single coin on them.”
“Today my blind friend explained to me in vivid colors how wonderful his new girlfriend is.”
"My daughter came home from school and asked where she could learn sign language. I asked why she needed it, and she replied that they had a new girl at school, that she was deaf, only understood sign language, and she couldn’t someone to talk to."
“Today, two days after my husband’s funeral, I received a bouquet of flowers that he ordered for me a week ago. The note said: “Even if cancer wins, I want you to know that you are the girl of my dreams.”
“Today I re-read the suicide letter that I wrote on September 2, 1996 - 2 minutes before my girlfriend appeared at the door and said: “I’m pregnant.” I suddenly felt that I had a reason to live. Now she is my wife We have been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15 years old, has two younger brothers. I re-read my suicide letter from time to time to feel gratitude again - gratitude for having received a second chance at life and love." .
"Today, my 12-year-old son, Sean, and I visited a nursing home together for the first time in months. I usually come alone to visit my mother, who has Alzheimer's disease. As we walked into the lobby, the nurse saw my son and said, " "Hey, Sean!" "How does she know your name?" I asked him. "Oh, I just popped in here on the way home from school to say hi to my grandma," Sean replied. I didn't even know that."
“Today, a woman who is having to have her larynx removed due to cancer signed up for my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father and twelve close friends also signed up with her for the same class. to be able to talk to her after she loses the ability to speak out loud."
“I recently went into a second-hand bookstore and bought a copy of a book that was stolen from me when I was a child. I was so surprised when I opened it and realized that it was the same stolen book! My name was on the first page and the words written by my grandfather: “I really hope that many years later this book will be in your hands again and you will read it again.”
“Today I was sitting on a park bench eating my sandwich when I saw an elderly couple stop their car at a nearby oak tree. They rolled down the windows and turned on jazz music. Then the man got out of the car, walked around it, opened the front door where the woman was sitting , extended his hand and helped her get out. After that, they moved a few meters away from the car, and the next half danced slowly under the oak tree."
“Today my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been blind due to cataracts for almost 15 years, said to me: “Your grandmother is the most beautiful, isn’t she?” I paused and said: “Yes. I bet you miss those times when you could see her beauty every day." "Honey," Grandpa said, "I still see her beauty every day. In fact, I see her more clearly now than I did when we were young."
“Today I was horrified to see through the kitchen window as my 2-year-old daughter slipped and fell headfirst into the pool. But before I could reach her, our Labrador Retriever Rex jumped after her, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her towards the steps. shallow water where she could stand on her feet."
“Today on the plane I met the most beautiful woman. Assuming that I was unlikely to see her again after the flight, I complimented her on this occasion. She smiled at me with the most sincere smile and said: “No one has said such words to me in the last 10 years.” It turned out ", we were both born in the mid-1930s, both have no family, have no children and live almost 8 kilometers from each other. We agreed to meet next Saturday after we return home."
“Today, after learning that my mother came home early from work because she had the flu, I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home from school to buy her a can of soup. There I ran into my father, who was already at the checkout. He paid for 5 cans of soup, a box of cold medicine, disposable wipes, tampons, 4 DVDs of romantic comedies and a bouquet of flowers. My father made me smile."
“Today I was waiting on a table for an elderly couple. The way they looked at each other... it was clear that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess.” You two have been together for a very, very long time." They laughed and the lady said, "Actually, no. Today is our 5th anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to experience love."
“Today my grandparents, who were just over 90 years old and married for 72 years, died within an hour of each other.”
"I'm 17 years old, I've been dating my boyfriend Jake for 3 years, and last night was the first time we spent together. We've never done 'this' before, there wasn't 'this' last night either. Instead, we baked cookies, watched two comedy, laughed, played Xbox and fell asleep in each other's arms, despite my parents' warnings, he behaved like nothing less than a gentleman and a best friend!
“Today is exactly 20 years since I risked my life to save a woman who was drowning in the fast flow of the Colorado River. And that’s how I met my wife, the love of my life.”
Phone call. 2 am.
- Hello. I love you.
– Hello (smiles).
- How are you doing without me? Sorry it's so late...
- Yes, nothing. Leshka, I miss you so much, when are you coming?
– The sun is just a little bit left, just a couple of hours and I’m home. Let's talk, otherwise I've been driving for 10 hours, I'm tired, I have no strength, but your voice invigorates me and gives me strength.
- Of course, let's talk. Come on, tell me how your business trip ended? He probably cheated on me (smiles)?
- Lyubanya, how can you joke like that, I love you so much that I don’t even look at anyone. And at work I managed to do a lot, a lot. I am sure that after all this, at least my salary will be raised. Here. How are you feeling? Is our baby pushing?
“He’s pushing... that’s not saying enough, I don’t understand what I did to him.” And, you know, usually when I hear your voice it’s all calmness, but now, on the contrary, something has gone wrong. Why did you decide to drive into the night? I should have rested and gone, otherwise... That’s how you left, tell me.
- Well, how, how: after the last negotiations, I got into the car, drove to the hotel to get my things and moved towards the house. Somewhere in the second half of the journey, about an hour and a half ago, don’t worry, I passed out, but just for a couple of seconds. Everything is fine, thank God, but feeling tired again, I decided to call you so as not to fall asleep again.
- So how can I not worry? Wait a second, the city guy is calling. At a time like this, who could it be? Wait a second.
- Sotnikova Lyubov?
- Yes. Who is this?
- Senior Sergeant Klimov. Sorry it's so late, we found a car that was involved in an accident. According to the documents, the person inside is Alexey Valerievich Sotnikov. Is this your husband?
- Yes. But this can’t be, I’m talking to him on my cell phone right now.
- Hello, Lesha. Lyosha, answer! Here they tell me that you crashed. Hello! The only response was a barely audible hiss from the speaker.
- Hello. Sorry, but I actually just talked to him.
- Sorry, but this is impossible. The medical expert stated that death occurred about an hour and a half ago. I'm really sorry. Sorry, we need you to come for identification. How much do you have to love and want to return home in order not to notice death...
Every April 15, she and her son come to see him at the cemetery. Alyoshka is an exact copy of his father. And he often says, “Hi, I love you,” which was his dad’s favorite expression. He knows that his parents loved each other very much, he knows that his parents were really looking forward to his appearance, he loves them very much. And also, every time he comes to the cemetery with his mother, he comes up to the stove, hugs her as much as he can and says: “Hello, dad” and begins to tell how he is doing, how he built a house out of cubes, how he drew a cat, how he scored his the first goal, how he loves and helps his mother. Lyuba constantly, looking at her son, smiles and tears run down her cheek... A young handsome guy smiles from a gray gravestone, as before. He will always be 23 years old. Thanks to the master, who even conveyed the expression of his beloved eyes. Below she asked to make an inscription: “You are gone forever, but not from my heart...” His cell phone was never found at the scene of the accident and she expects that someday he will definitely call her again..
