The history of my beautiful love, but with a sad ending. It began as a film about love, I worked as a waitress, he would drop us to drink tea. His name was Elijah. Long did not dare to talk to me, but it strongly favors rendered, smiling, left chocolates tip.
Once, going into the coffee shop, he happily ran up to me in the hall, picked me up, shouting "Hurrah!" And began to circle. Elias was so happy that it seemed as if he had won the lottery, at least a million. In fact, he just handed over on the right)).
He was, as we later learned, recently turned 18, and now he can drive a car officially (just before he had traveled without a license on the bypass road). This was an excellent occasion to speak with me. So slowly we became close and started to chat.
This was the beginning of our beautiful novel, leading to depression and emptiness. Ilya lived machines, they dreamed, they gave him the strength and energy. However, he did not depart from me, it was very well together. He started racing, I went everywhere with him, shared his interests.
We were absolutely happy, walking in the rain, we went on the carousel, cinema, cafés. We were very romantic couple. All the friends were just delighted with our relationship, we never quarreled always agreed on an equal footing. It was the perfect relationship ...
Long three years passed in the same breath, it seemed as if it would be forever, nothing can stop ... but there was not very long, our separation was a few steps away from us. Some careless actions and envious tongues did their job.
After working Ilya decided to go to our coffee shop, have a chat with my former colleagues (former, since I was there for a year did not work). A pair of waitresses, which I at that time had a strained relationship, we have decided to split.
By agreement, one of them called me and told me if my Ilya met with some girl and left her. And the second one asked Elijah to help her, to take her to her grandmother on the outskirts of the city, saying that she would call me and warn.
In general, their plan failed at 100. When he came home happy and much later than he should have, I attacked him, accusing that he was seen with his mistress. He tried to justify himself, asked Olga to call (a so-called friend, with whom he went out of town).
I called, hoping to get some reasonable answer. But Olga told is, from what I have no doubt (supposedly Ilya met her in the city, not far from the cafe, was with some girl, hugging her. He asked her to otmazatsya him say that he was with her. Only Olga did not can deceive me so to tell the truth).
Bowl of our relationship broke down and poured over the edge without a trace. All three years, we have built our union, creating peace and well-being in the home, in the collapsed again. We almost silently dispersed, especially without figuring out what's the matter. It was very painful to leave, but was filled with resentment.
It took another two years, which I always thought of it, analyzed the situation. At night I sometimes cry. I met another young man began to build a relationship.
We got married. When I was three months pregnant, my current husband called on a mission from which it was impossible to give way. I spent the time walking in the park for days in the fresh air.
And once I met Elijah. He has not changed, was as handsome and energetic. He came up to me, his eyes were burning, he was very happy to see me, and I was even more pleased. We just looked at each other, smiled, laughed.
Tummy I had was big enough not to be seen, and Elijah, of course, began to ask questions about my present happy life. We chatted for a long time, until the evening. No offense was not, and did not want to remember anything.
They said there was someone like later in life. Ilya was not able to start a new relationship. I invited him for a cup of tea to his home. We drank tea and began to recall the events of those days.
Having found out all we realized that we were just stupid and arrogant, they went on about the emotions. We stood there, looking into each other's eyes, repeating out loud, how stupid everything turned out that nothing will not return. I cried, too, Ilya eyes slowly rolled tears.
We stayed that way for about an hour, he embraced me, pressed very hard, afraid to let go. But the evening ended and it was time to leave again. We said goodbye and decided to meet more not worth it, it was too late to alter ... I have a son, I called it the closest native name - Elijah.
Love at first bag
A small table lamp lighted half black corners of the room. At the table sat the boy in a jacket thrown over his shoulders, and something drew briskly, occasionally grunted and began to fiercely wield the eraser. If you look closely, you can see in the picture and guess the profile of the blond beauty.
They met recently, but it was impossible to describe what's going on in the soul of Man. It was filled with a strange feeling that he could not explain. The image of the girl woke him something from my childhood: a painful, light and bright.
Our hero was skeptical and did not believe in love at first and subsequent views, but in all aspects of the body turned out that the way it is. Recorded girl Kirill (that was the name of our hero) was quite small. He only knew her name is Irina and where is the hotel in which she stopped.
In all of this there was no ornate details of their meeting. He just saw a girl with huge green eyes desperately struggled with the bags that were at least twice as much of her. Cyril a moment watched the battle, then went and asked softly:
- The girl you?
- Only if you please, - he said in the tone of beauty.
While they were unloading bags and carried them to the room, they struck up a casual conversation. Girl change themes quickly and easily, and have fun laughing joke newfound friend.
- All right, my luggage limit is exhausted, - said Irina fun and covered a small palm paws Cyril. ... From the time the head of Cyril weathered all thoughts.
After all, he is preparing a fiery speech about how their mysterious meeting today, and maybe it's not just so, and then ... as if struck by lightning. For a moment they stood there, and then she laughed, opening his fingers.
- Once again, thank you very much - and briskly walked to the marble staircase leading to the second floor of the hotel.
Suddenly, in addition to thinking about the first meeting in our hero's brain had an idea, bright as Edison's light bulb, and do not leave it as a rebellious gladiators Spartacus ...
Ira woke up early as usual and looked at the clock. Before breakfast it was still plenty of time, and turn on the TV she did not want. In principle, it was possible to walk, to see the city, after a week it waits for an interview at a major office of the company. So we can afford to relax.
She left the room, went down to the first floor, opened the door of the hotel and stopped, seeing the walls and pavement drawings: they copied her profile, and somewhere the artist tried and portrayed her for her work.
- That ... wanted to send SMS, and then podumal- this is the last century, agree? - She turned around, stood behind Cyril.
- So it was you? - Sigh Irina - but this is the same hotel property!
- So what? Kirill- cheerfully answered a lot of walls, and a girl alone.
- Apparently, you have everything planned out? - Cute smile, she specified.
- Almost - looking straight into her eyes said Cyril. On the road leading to the hotel, show a cyclist.
- I'm sorry dear, but you can expropriate your bike?
Eyebrows went up a stranger, but Kirill whispered something stranger passionately gesticulating. After the bicycle has been received, and they were driving on the road, talking animatedly, Ira suddenly turned to him and asked:
- And what did you tell him?
- I said that you're the most beautiful girl I ever - ever seen and ...
- And I certainly need a bike ??? - She laughed.
- Almost - smiled Kirill.
- Well, my personal navigator - smiled she- where to go?
- The proposed route to the first trailer with the cotton candy: organize small plaque!
- The proposal is accepted with enthusiasm, - Irina smiled, hugging Kirill's shoulders.
Cyril smiled, and felt himself to light touch of her fingers. All mixed feelings. But they will still be time to discuss them ...
The love story of a taciturn neighbor
In front of the apartment he entered a new neighbor. Tall, thin, constantly focused, he never said hello, rattles the keys, the door slams. He leaves early returns closer to the night. A strange type, I decided, suspecting him of being the sort of men who in addition to work to think about anything can not, and people do not notice at all.
Two weeks later, it turned out - a programmer or a financier (the letter in my mailbox by mistake come from the company of some of the investment). Well, of course. All clear. Ones-tac-toe, wiring - shurupchiki. And not a single living soul chord.
Yes, I do, in general, and still. Once or twice I said hello, smiled even - no, this breed out of the rut is not vybesh feminine charm. And ask you attached to him at all? Well, neighbor and neighbor, well closed, okay, what now, all friends have to ask for?
And he reminded me of my colleague. Outside the same, respect for anyone, any interest in the programs, and self-esteem to the ceiling and to the head buck. Our Bob is also in the morning on the first home - the last one, and all profits believes, and on New Year's gifts did not want to fold. And he asked for nothing to give - they say, they say, still do not wish to guess. Brrr.
His neighbor, I myself also nicknamed Vasya. On the eve of the New Year, I was returning home. Packages with sausage, champagne, spruce branches - go snow boots trample down. Bob overtake me. My Vasya, a neighbor. At the entrance slipped, the door slammed shut, and was gone. I Put the bag on the floor, look for clues, call an elevator - no male gallantry.
In the evening, I heard a knock at the door. On the eve of my cavalier Bob.
- Hello.
- Hello!
- You did not touch circuit breakers?
Knife? Very interesting.
- Do not touch me, no circuit breakers.
- Good. Do you have a light?
- There is.
- Strange - Bob muttered absently and went to his apartment.
That's all. No thanks, no sorry, not even a smile. Truth and arrogance characteristic of my working Vasya not flashed. Well, I decided, a strange type.
However, a few days later in the face of the elevator, we big fight. Although this is an exaggeration, because I swore, and my neighbor looked at me and said nothing. I broadcast of their perturbation of his rudeness.
Rudeness was the fact that Bob was rude Catherine Petrovna from the first floor. She went for a walk with Jack, a dog, and tied him to a birch tree at the entrance. Herself talking with a friend, and Jack waited on a leash. Vasya reason Catherine Petrovna said that, they say, that it would put itself on the leash, he would have looked at it. Well, what kind of person?
For the next month after our altercation in the elevator Bob me did not come across, and I think forgot about him, and on the work of so many things in bulk.
Late one night a knock at the door. Oh, I thought about my neighbor and prepared to answer the question about circuit breakers. But it was not Bob. Before the door stood an old grandmother. Something inside me sank. My grandmother was a truck, in a dark brown coat, short, with rays of wrinkles around the eyes.
- Good evening, you do not tell me, and Bob on this landing live?
- Bob? ... I do not know ... - I'm even a little scared, because my Vasya, he does not necessarily Vasya.
- And maybe he lives? Awesome such hudyuuuschy - handed grandmother with a smile.
For myself, of course I was surprised, but did not let on:
- I do not know how the young man's name, but here's one surly tall man really lives across the street. And you called at the door?
- Yes I rang, my dear. No one opens - Grandma took out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to me, so I checked the address.
- Yeah, that's right. But it usually comes too late. You probably have no place to wait? Walk is to me. I have no plans, I'll give you tea.
- Oh you're uncomfortable ...
- Come in, come in, your Bob ever comes later, it will be a long wait.
Until late in the evening we drank tea with my granny neighbor.
Grandmother Vasya, probably like all grandmothers appeared talkative and his grandson loved without memory.
"I have it not sociable. Severe sometimes even mean. But this is only in appearance. Ecologist it. Some projects writes. You know, on the ecology of the polar regions. These tries to connect ... investors. To rare species of northern animals to keep.
From the village that's left - I am very worried that will miss the beasts of ours. We have the same economy. Calves, lambs. You do not understand the city. We accompanied him - said that the city - it is not the place. But he went. He said the city easier environment to do, a lot of possibilities - not what we have.
We have, however, even this ... your Internet is not carried out. Here Vasya and went. I call me every week. He told me that you have in the entrance of a large dog lives Shepherd. He says his heart is compressed when the beast in captivity. In general, my dear, it is difficult to you, unusual. That would be his wife that if he is in town, assistant ... "
While Grandma Vasey told me all this, I have to mentally think through his monologue for a neighbor. Not that I was very ashamed, but that at first glance the people should not judge, I knew exactly ...
... After a couple of months, we Vasya went to the village on vacation. Bob lovingly wore my tea from the other end of the car and told us about the exciting features of the flora area, on which the train was traveling.
We went to granny. And I think that my favorite man completely transformed on the background of nature. Then I thought about the fact that children need fresh air and natural products, but that's another story ...
