A warm, sunny day, golden leaves under nogami- beauty! I slowly walked toward the bus stop, breathing with delight both, sorry, one second nozdrёy- something bad breathing thing in the morning, this beautiful autumn air.
Not the best reason for dating or have introduced a Pekingese!
It will be necessary to the pharmacy for ... - think out the idea I could not keep up, that is gripping and growled. I looked down, my mother, dog- indeterminate breed, small, without any markings that would allow it to prirovnyat any porode- carefully, even as it angrily diligently tried to break my leg!
Most of surprise than from ispuga- I pulled the leg strength to which clung dog while looking around for her owner and ....
As in slow motion: We were running girl to help me, and maybe a dog, the dog squealing flying girl in the legs, then she stumbled flies to me and we are all together, together we fly in the direction from which I had just it went!
- Excuse me, please prostite- murmured in confusion and embarrassment girl, standing with me. - Come on, it's all poryadke- muttered sheepishly, I got up and brushed himself off the asphalt.
- Oh, you Bert jeans torn ...
- Who?
- My dog name Bert! This Pekingese. Excuse me, I'm still the apartment shut, she could run away from me. Previously, this was not. Excuse me ... - I felt that a little more and she rasplachetsya.- I say that everything is in order, even funny all poluchilos- I smiled.
- My name is Igor, sobaku- Berta, and you?
- Vera- she said quietly, and once again I blushed live here side by side, I sew you poshlite- dzhinsy.- Without waiting for my consent, Vera took me by the hand and led him along. Berta guilty trudged behind us.
- Here, take my father's tights, change clothes, and I'll find a thread with a needle. Vera came and soon in the next room rattled cabinet doors, cabinets and drawers can be. I smiled and quickly sat down in a chair dressed.
I felt that with me that something is happening. What is Unseen before feeling fills me. The feeling from which it gets warmer in the chest, I wanted to sing, I did not yet know what kind of feeling.
I looked at the way she deftly wielding a needle on her beautiful long fingers, time seems to have stopped - something she told me, I nodded in agreement, but what - is not clear.
- That's it! Change clothes while I postavlyu.- maker Vera smiled and went into the kitchen.
We drank tea in the kitchen and both were silent. When met glances, then immediately embarrassed at the same time, I began to look to the cup of tea. No one dared to start talking first.
I do not know what to say and how to start a conversation from what was angry with myself. His head was a lot of questions: How long has she lived here, where studies or may be working, hobbies, but I said nothing ...
When standing on the threshold, holding the door handle, you had something to say on proschanie- again I was silent again, I could not utter a word.
When I came out of the driveway and hit me on the noise of the city, and in the face hit a fresh autumn air, only to me doshlo- What an idiot I am!
I the next year in the army, when suddenly inundated with the entrance exams to college, and I'm like a first-grader sebya- shy whole, lost! You had to know at least something about the Faith! I just went to sleep in the morning ...
The next day, hastily drinking tea, I rushed to yesterday's "scene".
I pressed the bell Vera's apartment, and repeated to himself, prepared for the night in question. I have so much need to learn to say! But the door did not open one, but opened the door opposite the apartment and looked at me a woman of about fifty, with a cigarette in his mouth!
- Why are you here lost a guy?
- Faith!
-Veru Lost ?! So it's your son to the church should be! - I laughed zhenschina.- kidding I left your faith!
- Where to go? When the left? - I'm confused.
-By Taxi left an hour ago somewhere ... Her father here recently bought an apartment that, and she lives with her mother in another city. Divorced her parents. Faith comes only on a vacation to her father, now obtained for the new year only to come! - Woman complained a little that families increasingly are now divorced, and children have to be torn between them, and shut the door.
I'm on the naughty feet came out of the house and sat down helplessly on the wet after rain the bench. Time stopped again, but this time in the chest was not teploty- it was cold and empty.
Love, it is love. That last happened to me ... It's not clear yesterday feeling the heat in the chest, skovannost- Faith gave me love! And hope here as tut- where do without it, the hope that faith will come in the new year. And if not? - I closed my eyes in despair and out of the chest groaned.
I got up from the bench and went nowhere.
-Wait Podozhdite- came from behind a child's voice. I turned out of the house girl ran up to me years desyati.- I heard you talking to my grandmother about the Faith!
You Igor? - I keep kivnul- Here! - The girl handed me a folded piece of notebook and smiled mysteriously, disappeared into the stairwell.
I turned the page and began to read, but this time in the sky, the sun, its luchikami- pushes clouds! People raised their eyes to the sky and smiled to meet the sun! I, too, was smiling while reading the last lines in the note: It'll be waiting for your call. Vera!
That day I promised myself that necessarily Kiss Bert as soon as I see her! And I see it, be sure to see it.
To each his own, everyone chooses their life and love
Our life together with Max dragged on now for four years. As usual, we have lived during the warm meeting, cinema, cafes, travel with friends at any picnic, and then followed the routine, filled with work, home viewing novelties box office, and still later the relationship slowly but steadily began to slip.
It is difficult to say exactly what went wrong: whether we are tired of each other, or bored, but the fact remains - there is a mutual desire to spend a minimum of time together, and increasingly want to move away definitively.
And here is the right solution would be a sincere conversation and joint decision-making, but we made a classic mistake. Instead of solving problems within our family almost together and with each other, Max and I went to visit a cafe with friends - he and his I - with her.
What told his friends Max, I do not know, but my co-worker in one voice told that unpleasant routine of life together - a sure sign that it was time to depart, and how she loved to repeat Alenka, "what will happen in a year or two, if you Now I can not stand each other. "
I must say the word friends did their work. I started to browse sites with advertisements for apartments rented. So much so that we have dinner with Maxim, without saying a word, started out separately.
But before the New Year, I told him that took your tickets to her grandmother in the village and plan to go alone. Max reacted calmly to the news, said that, if such a thing, will celebrate Arthur (old school friend). Escort and I did not ask to meet, and Max would not be imposed - apparently felt that I do not want company.
And yet, we must pay tribute to us - we did without scandals and explanation of the relationship, even claims to each other did not show. If you look, the claims - and it was not. It was just some sort of sudden estrangement, which was perceived as a threat to our relationship.
December 30 I sat on the train, and the second-class carriage lulled me to the Ivanovo snow Scilla. Granny his watchful eye immediately spotted that something is wrong. She loved Max absentia, with my stories, joked that the quiet man - the key to a long marriage.
But I have a wise grandmother, and therefore questioned about his personal life followed. Grandma gave me on New Year's package pastel linen. Double. I have long held it in his hand and thought about that pale light green clover leaves on the sheets I was not happy, although I am very fond of beautiful linens.
A festive table, I let slip that, say, somehow bored, there is already a spark in the eyes, and probably start to look for an apartment. Grandmother said nothing, just reported to me the food on the plate.
January 5th grandmother accompanied me on the return train.
"Call me as getting at." "Of course, Grandma." "You know, your grandfather, we have lived a long life, and not always in the eyes was fire. And I'll tell you more, we've been working so much that sometimes barely had the strength to say hello in the morning. But you know what?
We never hurt each other and that is not due to our, as you call him, boring life in the house was always quiet and peaceful. And my mom is your growing up, and then you grew up without seeing the light in our eyes, but you both know that I, and my grandfather, we love you, and if something is needed, we are with him will be a great team, which will come on help. "
I returned to the snow-covered city. The house was getting an early bus to the patterns on the windows. During my absence piled drifts and frost hit. Despite the fact that there were seven in the morning in our kitchen light was on, and from the stairwell, I heard that the houses do not sleep.
Max opened the door all the lather, smiled hastily kissed me on the cheek and ran to the bathroom, on the go shouting:
"Marinka, a pipe burst, come on - take off your clothes! I turn off the spigot, almost all removed now something podkruchu, but we'll see - maybe even without plumbing will manage. "
I went into the kitchen, washed her hands and put the kettle on. "Phew, well, everything finished, do not worry, in the shower're losing a couple of hours! "- Maxim wiped his face with a towel, standing in the doorway. I stared at him. "What are you looking at? Like Grandma? ". "Good…". "Listen, I got us tickets to the ski base, let's round up? And a thousand years did not go anywhere. "
I continued to stare at Max, recalled his grandmother's words, and then looking at this wonderful home plumbing and knew that I was with him very calmly.
Traditionally, the honeymoon is carried out in a warmer climate, and after the wedding. And here it happened before the wedding and on the snowy ski slope. My balanced Max staunchly taught me to stand on a snowboard and patiently dragged skiing on the mountain.
