Maya and rigger, the love that inspires

Baker's Dozen by superstition unlucky number "13" - just enough days left before the night, which will be pounding like never .  The night before embarking on dreams seemingly simple event as a meeting .  Total night, which seamlessly turns into morning .  You're sleepy eyes greet the dawn, trembling hands, take the phone and heard in the tube is the same as you shoot down from the desire and anticipation, which became all this time as a native voice, spread into a smile with the knowledge that today, July 16 .  No, you're still going to believe this is not .  And somehow, even pulling a scandal, but you suddenly remember these lines in which black and white: do not worry! EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE! You take a deep breath, exhale slowly .  Pulse is normal .  Or not? Yes, of course not! But still so much happiness! And you're no longer afraid .  Because people by and large are afraid of the unknown, and you surely know what will happen .  You know! I met two people who many times recognized one another in love, loudly urging the sincerity of feelings as evidence came before the application to the registry office .  It is true there are both adopted and beautiful poses, with his nose higher, excitedly twittered about the fictitious nature of the act .  Like, it's all to the authorities to show mercy and included a green light .  For two loving people appeared together in a small room behind a high fence .  And all this happens in a moment, we will not even notice how quickly .  DO NOT WORRY! EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE! WE ARE TOGETHER! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!

July 3rd, 2012.

Now you're finished reading the letter, remembering what day it is. In the mind calculates the number of days, there are not 13 less.

Perhaps this letter I wrote not so much Sasha, as currently. And then when I wrote it, and the day goodbye, and indeed of life try to keep a stiff upper lip, do not show fear, excitement. I believe all the iron lady with a heart of stone, or even to its absence, but it is not. I can worry and worry for nothing, and then I went to a loved one, the first meeting. In short everything turned out as it is written, we had a fight in the morning, to cope with the excitement did not, pulse clobber like a hare. Plus, that day was to meet also with his father, Anatoly, he brought us food. Uncle Tolia came before. Too much worry. Quickly showed me my turn to receive food and left with the phrase: "Girl you do not belong there."

Location really terrible, especially for space programs. Small dirty room miserable downtrodden people. Mothers, wives, children dejectedly waiting for their turn to see and hug his unfortunate sons, husbands and fathers. The individual stages in the crowd occupy zaochnitsy. I am one of them. The first thing I thought when I went there, "What a nightmare! "The second," I guess I'm still not dressed. " From the clothes I wore underwear, translucent chiffon coat and scarf on the hair instead of the rim. Later, my last thought strengthened inspection on the phrase: "The girl you much in this form have come here over the years men women do not see ..." Well, I'm not a fool, I am prepared, with me was another dress, not transparent, but not long, eventually went to Sashka shirt or towel. From our room, I went out rarely, in the shower, sometimes the kitchen.

I'll tell you everything in order.

After all things have been handed over, we still have to pass the inspection, even underwear are forced to shoot. And after all these tests, you find yourself in another dimension, "Through the Looking Glass - chill." I started before Sasha. I helped raise things to the second floor, room №8. Disassemble nothing I did not, I went downstairs, rinse your face with cold water. The door slammed. And in the mirror I saw his back, passing through the corridor, Sasha. I do not remember if I was trembling voice, but inside all numb. "Away we go? "I asked with a smile. For Sasha, without the slightest hint of excitement, he turned, came up and kissed my shoulder, and also with a smile, said, "Hello."

We went up to the room. Sasha brewed me a cup of tea. Although, frankly, I did not want to drink. We sat opposite each other at a distance. I asked him to talk about something. Just had another point that I found quite by accident, and had to fish out the truth bit by bit. The article, on which he sat in at the moment was for drugs, and that he spoke of earlier, was the last. The details I had to learn long visit, looking eye to eye. In addition to this, I learned about the third and a pass. In short, the main part of a conscious adult life he spent in prison.

I do not for a long time immersed in himself, but Sasha interrupted my thoughts by touch.

I must say, it was not the promised kisses .  Once we talked on the phone, rose juicy topic and Sasha promised to kiss me unconscious .  Just kissing and everything .  Apparently forgotten about the promise, as it turned out, he forgets more .  In general, everything is fine .  Sex excellent .  Always ready .  Great .  And the rest of the gentle, caring .  After our first time, Sasha said, "I shall not give you to anyone", thinking that I was asleep, I do not know if he remembers it, I remember .  But what's wrong .  I do not know, maybe just my troubles .  Can you remember winding relatives and friends, that I did not climb there, I do not need that much regret .  I decided to check out Sasha, drink it, I could not, there was one - to bring to the emotions, to see what he is in anger .  And how to do it? There is one proven way .  Dinamo called .  It turned out to give the .  Angry .  At the end I could not resist and took me by force .  And we fell asleep .  It was the last night of goodbye the next morning had to return home .  The morning was gloomy, everyone felt at ease .  I would like to say one thing, and quite another uttered aloud .  What was in the mind of Sacha do not know .  But before we began to cast out them, he asked whether I go out to marry him .  Whether he was sincere at the time? I can not answer .  It seemed to me that yes .  Turning back now, it all seems to play .

Exactly one month after the meeting, August 16, we got married. I especially did not think what I should have a wedding. But I do not dream that I would sit in a registry office queue when around kissing happy couple. But before the marriage will take place with the rest of the inspection "bride", one of them elect eyes have not seen, and the second alkashka, reeked of stale, so that fly from the ceiling fell. Romance.

Certainly nobody white dress. Jeans, sneakers. Rings was not there. But Sasha and I have agreed that it is a formality, he promised that we will have a wedding, when he will be released, I will present the bride. He promised...

We have set the signature, last I left her. So I got the status of his wife. Yes forgot to say, by the time I was in position. On a date, I managed to get pregnant. But this is a separate issue.

After painting we were even given a few hours to spend together. And several times we congratulated each other. Toxicosis a little distracting, but not so bad. We saw again, and I was happy. When we retired for the second time in the room and the time has come blissful smiles, he knocks on the door by a woman. She came out on a date, she was given a room and then we're out of line. I had a pace of combat training of dress, fill the bed and free apartments, with innocent faces, looked like TV.

Maya and rigger, the love that inspires

And once again home to sleep off, to recover from the offense.

Well now, with regard to my pregnancy. Tablets of love is not a hindrance! I quickly became suspicious. And the test confirmed my fears, hope was still weak, but do not come monthly. I came to the gynecologist: "You are pregnant! "Life is collapsed. Abortion was afraid to do, as a child in my plans and even more so was not. I prayed about abortion. And Sasha cheered, everything will be fine, you should leave a child, I get everything adjusted, do not worry. And that I have not told me udumala various horror stories about abortion. He is, after all, almost a medic at least studied.

I do not remember at what period I finally reconciled with the future motherhood. But for four months, I went for another date. Toxicosis tormented terrible, sick of all, especially the smoke. Sasha promised when we were married, he quit, did not work, then he suffered his promise to release. So everything goes smoothly, but without a quarrel not done. On this date, we almost were not together, or Sasha grazed in the room with your friend or he with us. And we had a fight because of the herbs from which they ran through all the rooms. Then, as always, it was an explanation. I, as always believed, and forced herself to believe. Sasha's a good ... And when we parted, I again cried crocodile tears.

On the phone we were swearing more often, the claim becomes every day more absurd. Sasha accused me of treason, when it went belly ahead of me. He said that if not now, as soon as the face, just throw the baby and run to a lover. As a result, we have reduced the time to communicate to a minimum. Maybe it's just prejudice pregnant, but I began to think that Sasha all this becomes interesting. And it has little pleased by the fact that he knocked off a year. I remember when I heard the news that got rid of the whole year, and I will not give birth alone. Next to me is my husband, and we finally will be a real family. I could not say a word. She went to my mother and we both burst into tears. And then there was the night when we are with Sasha talked for a long time, almost until dawn. Chatting about any nonsense, as before, it was so nice. He said that all these quarrels and quibbles of the fact that we are not together, but soon everything will change. As soon as we will next all be adjusted.

But things did not go according to plan.

I gave birth two weeks earlier. Sasha did not get to give birth. We prescribe Nastyuha also without the pope (though then I did not know how to call my daughter) .Now we waited for Sasha together. And waited.

We met on neutral ground, my friend. Violent emotions were not. Everything is quiet, calm, ordinary. Of course, I imagined everything differently, but the excitement did their job, and I am, as always, seemed cold and unfeeling. By evening we had a fight, Sasha said that the apartment is not ready for the visit, and I still have to stay mum. But I want us to be together. It does not matter where. In the end we did not spend the night at the station kicked.

We came to him, as it turned out not so devil as he is painted. And we could easily live there together to get out, to make repairs. But all the same Sasha convinced me to stay with my mother a little bit, until he put things in order.

Time passed, Sasha took the time to direct the purity and transported us to the fine itself. He said that cleaning is not finished yet. He came every day to us, after we went somewhere else. In fact, the house was not. Eventually I got tired of it all and I insisted on moving. Maybe Sasha and loved when we were cut out an hour, that would leave mother and baby stay together and then scooted to fly back to feed my daughter. I have the romance no longer satisfied.

And of course, I was met by moving in essentially the same mess and we had to get out of my mother.

We began our married life. For us, it was to be, in all the commandments, honeymoon. We're so dreamed about it. So many sleepless nights spent with the phone in his hand. And that dream has come true, but it seemed that this dream was a stranger. And we are forced to keep together. Sasha spent more time with the phone and cigarettes than with me. By the way about cigarettes, promise to give up and not keep.

The promise that he would go to work for my father, if he can not find anything else, there are not too satisfied. He long delayed this moment, pretending that he was looking for work. Even such as the interview went, and it is already taken. But on the day when he had to go to work, or the day before, something is bound to happen, I lost passport, came and demanded a new chief medical book, Sasha or simply ill. We lived on the parents' money. Sometimes Sasha "bride-price". I would be happy, man tries. And I'm still tossing his nose. I bring a claim. Do not hang out with those not with those you meet, do not you climb back. "You promised to break with the old life and its connections zanovskimi." But as they were old friends and were staying. Home to us they were not torn. And why, when Sasha is almost always absent there.