Tired tired radio taxi. Tactfully-silent taxi driver. I thought of autumn maples. The town was going to sleep. I would have to go, but today, apparently not sleep.
The whole evening was accompanied by a school friend of the shopping center - Marinka choose dresses for a honeymoon. A couple of days ago, I was full of enthusiasm and ready to strew her advice, appraising smile and pull Marinka dresses in different sizes fitting during our planned shopping.
But not developed. Own personal life abruptly slid off a cliff. No, Marinko I honestly went for the clothes of her dreams and even did not let on that something is wrong, referring to the autumn blues. Could I, in fact, to add to the baggage of his best friend's problems - a holiday, then holiday. But at heart clawing cats.
My ... I do not know now what it was for me ... well, Victor, was suddenly married. We met a year. So unpretentious atmosphere - cafe in the evening, a movie at the weekend, resort on New Year's holidays. Very cute and unobtrusively planning a trip to Thailand.
And one day - yesterday morning, to be exact - he was absolutely a married man, strolling arm in arm with her, unsuspecting me, better half, the mall. And who would have thought that I, too, I shall be going to the store.
But still gathered. During his jacket. In the evening, has been appointed an important job interview - the job I've been waiting a few months. Most preprotivnoe that Victor knew about the interview and even after going to meet me and "to celebrate my victory" over a glass of good French.
Even companies that he advised me. No, well, what is the sly! Seeing them together, for some reason I immediately understood everything, smiled slightly and bowed his head, slipped by.
The interview went smoothly - resigned to what they saw and firmly deciding that someone who really, and my lover will not happen, I glibly answered questions, showed high enthusiasm to motivate the applicant and even ask questions about the future responsibilities.
As usual in the major companies, I have promised to call back, and the potential boss said that in the foyer of the business - the center is cooked completely unique espresso. Shoot, I left the office, and only in the elevator felt no moral strength I have. Espresso, you say? Well ... I sat on the edge of the chair, the waiter thoughtfully down menu in front of me and walked away.
And suddenly in front of me there was Victor. I vaguely remember our long dialogue, I remember only that I cried, I remember the face of the person who conducted the interview - he probably went to work, I remember getting to the subway on foot, remember uncontrollably angry at Vitya.
Well, of course, I am married, but who asked you to come in for an interview? Chief, perhaps suddenly changed his mind after seeing smeared mascara under my eyes. This, you know, fat check mark in the summary. It's funny.
Then here the whole day went to the Marinko shop and tried not to think about anything but dresses for her best friend. But the thoughts, because they are ... they're on their own.
Woke me a phone call.
"Hello, Elena? This is Paul. The day before yesterday we met with you at the interview. We are ready to offer you a job, but ... "
But! Naturally, "but"! For example, "but we do not need employees who weep in the foyer" or "but we do not need a mistress" ... My inner voice spoke for guidance.
"But I think you are not ready to get to work, so we'll call you back, OK? ".
Excellent. Neither the young man nor work. Even Marinka not cry - she and her husband had already departed.
For two weeks I was playing Bridget Jones: lying on the couch, munching chocolate, but did not lead the diary. But it is even better - I had time to fully rise even logically fit into your life experience with a married man, pomudrela two heads. I make plans to find a new job.
Then one morning - call. My former boss potential.
"Elena? Hello! We talked to you a couple of weeks ago. I believe you are ready to work? ".
So I sat down. To work? Are not you struck off the list of candidates unbalanced virgin? ..
"Tomorrow 10 am we are waiting for you in the workplace."
Of course, I believe in miracles, but not at the same rate ... Still, the next morning I was on the spot.
"First of all - coffee" - said my new boss.
In the lobby, he held a long pause, then took a deep breath and began:
"I am pleased that two weeks to put you on your feet. Victor, my old friend. Seeing you together, I somehow guess ... well, never mind. But I think I understand the situation. You are not the first wept in our lobby. But you are the first and the only one that suits us perfectly, so two weeks unplanned vacation you deserve, and now you are ready. "
By the way, this job, I still lost. But for very good reason - it is impossible to turn the office romances. Periodically we drink coffee with Paul in the lobby, and sometimes even with Marinko, and again, for good reasons. Now I am planning to honeymoon, but my closest help me in this.
My story is about a beautiful love
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.
