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Just after graduating from university, my friend immediately left for Turkey. Today I talked to her and she told me the good news: she is getting married. On the one hand, I am very happy for her, on the other hand, she said that her future husband is a Muslim (she is Orthodox). The future husband will not ask her to accept his faith, but who knows what will happen next ...

I believe that there is nothing wrong with interethnic marriages, the main thing is that there should be mutual understanding. Of course, each nationality has its own mentality, its own laws, customs, traditions, religion, and this must also be taken into account and studied. They love each other, but her parents are against this marriage. They said that if she marries him, they will disown her and never forgive her. They explained this by the fact that they are afraid for her future life. They are afraid that he will force her to change her faith.

I was then 9 years old. I always wanted to buy a fishing rod and now my dream came true. Every summer I spend in the countryside, where I had a friend Daniel a year older and a childhood friend Diana.

The next summer, I came to my grandmother for the holidays. The rod lay idle. I had no one to go fishing with. And then one fine day (at that time it did not seem so beautiful) two boys passed by our house - Misha and the same Daniel, they went fishing. Grandma suggested to me that she would ask them to take me fishing with them. I denied it as best I could, but it is useless to go against my grandmother. Still, she asked them, and they took me.

For me it was kind of weird. After all, Misha was 2 years older, and Daniel was a year older. But to my surprise, they did not leave me aside, but told me almost everything you need to know about fishing. And about the sinker, and about the bait, and about the bite, in general, about everything, and even taught how to properly hold the fishing rod and throw the hook.

I can't figure out what's wrong with my girlfriend. I've known her since 1st grade and got along well. In 8th grade, we started talking less and less. In the 9th grade they started talking again. Everything seems to be good, but not very good. After we started talking again, she behaves strangely, unusually. I don't know how to properly describe.

I don't know whether to be offended by my friends or not. We are in 9th grade. They have a poor family. Despite this, we are friends, we have fun walking together. We go for a walk in one beautiful new district of our city. Today, friends decided after a walk to unexpectedly go to a restaurant. We never went to restaurants before. To be honest, I myself have never been to restaurants, and friends with their parents often visit, as far as I understand.

I am 17 years old in a month and I would never have thought that I would write to the site to be helped with advice.

I always try to support everyone, help, give light, and I always help myself (I don’t like to share my problems with people). So for the first time I will write this. I have a difficult character, as my family and friends tell me. At first I did not believe in it, I thought it would pass, but it all lasted 2.5 years. I became . Many do not understand me, during all this time I have lost many friends, the most faithful remained, at least something pleases.

I'm not quite the perfect person, which I considered myself almost all my life. For the first time in my face, my best friend said: "I hate you more than anyone in the world." My life has been turned upside down! Then they told me that I was selfish, narcissistic, deceitful and hypocritical. Yes, now I understand, I have always been like this.

This was a revelation for me. As if unconsciously, I harmed people. “Only my problems matter! All people are worthless! I am the ideal! – so I thought. She showered compliments on friends, and then turned them into weak-willed dolls. And I continue to use people.

I need to communicate with people. I constantly need to talk to someone, I want people to also want to communicate with me. But instead, I'm just taken advantage of, people spend time with me only for their own benefit, or when there is no one else to communicate with, I always become a fallback. I am a reliable person and I cannot send those who turn to me for help to hell, but no one appreciates what I do for others.

I am 28. My husband is 37. The child is 4 years old. She got married at 23. I was always plump, in my childhood I was madly in love with sweets (sweets, buns), but I was always skinny, then I had measles (now I recently read that the hormonal balance is disturbed), the transition period came and I was blown away.

In my youth and youth, I always had complexes about my appearance. Moreover, my mother added her two cents. I will come from the institute, she meets me: “I recovered again. Why buy a new skirt again? Everything inside me broke at first, then I didn’t pay attention to these reproaches, but since then I don’t like myself. As psychologists say, “self-esteem suffers.”

There were no attendants. So they could go somewhere a couple of times with a guy, then I closed up, didn’t know how to behave, and it all ended. My height is 168 cm, weight at the institute is 78-82 kg. I could not lose weight, no matter how hard I tried. And I ran, and fitness and balanced nutrition, and diet, and fasting. How long I held on, the weight did not decrease by a maximum of a couple of kilograms and that's it. The lack of results finished me off and I started eating normally again and added a few more kilograms. So I crawled up to 82 kilograms.

I am 16 years old, I study at school. I don't know why, but I don't care at all about the feelings of other people, even my parents. I have the so-called, but only so that the school is not boring.

I don't know why I'm so selfish, I never think about others, or rather, I just don't remember this person and don't think that a person can be offended. I just don't care about it. If I notice that they offended me, I will just continue to pretend that I did not notice.

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The beginning of this story was laid back in the distant school years, we studied in different classes, she is two years older than me, but this did not prevent us from being best friends. During breaks, we always had a lot of important things to do, we carried out a number of school reforms, organized a charity concert for lonely pensioners, with the presentation of useful gifts, we did a lot of useful things. Well, it was not without pranks. What school years without it? And how many grades were forged in school diaries! All teachers knew that if one of us is not in class, then you can safely call the parents of both. Despite the difference in the school curriculum, we did homework together, learned the basics of cooking, dreamed of princes and white dresses in which we would get married, what beautiful children we would have, and they would definitely study together!

The time came, Polina received a certificate and entered the institute, I was still at school and had already started attending preparatory courses to enter her faculty. Nothing has changed, we were still friends, did our homework, and everything was the same as before. Two years later, I received my certificate and the coveted student card. I am ashamed to admit, but I began to devote less and less time to my best friend, I was so swept up in a new “adult” life that I did not even find a minute to drink coffee with Fields. I made new acquaintances, with one of them - with Nastya, I became close, we began to spend more and more time with her, I moved away from my school friend more and more, not realizing that I was causing her pain ... Soon I came to myself from the euphoria of a freshman, I was tired of endless holidays with new friends, I wanted to become a little girl again and chat with Polina at recess about our important matters - this did not escape Nastya's attention, she realized that I would no longer have endless fun, and we gradually reduced our communication to zero. And with Polina, it seemed, the connection was irretrievably lost.

Four years have passed. During this time, many changes took place in my life: I transferred to another university, met a loved one, he made me a marriage proposal, the date of our wedding had already been set. And I still couldn’t forgive myself for the loss of my best school friend and forget our dreams on the school window sill that we would be witnesses at each other’s wedding.

And so, four days remained before the wedding. I nervously twist a cell phone in my hands ... Finally I made up my mind - I wrote a message: “Sun, I have a 7th marriage, I really want to see you. Inna”, clicked the “send” button. Two minutes later, the phone rang, and I was bombarded with questions from Polina:
- Who is he? Where is the banquet? At what time? Am I coming with my love? Did you miss? I am very!!! I will definitely! Anyway, let's see you tomorrow, shall we? I have so many news!
And I was thrilled with happiness and understood that I could lose such a wonderful little man ... And I realized that I missed you very much !!!

We saw each other the very next day, you won’t believe it, but we chatted, interrupting each other and didn’t notice the passing years at all, it was so easy for us to communicate that it seemed there were no omissions between us, everything fell into place. I asked for forgiveness for my act, it was really very difficult for me to do this, because I was afraid to hear reproaches addressed to me, but Polya did not let me finish:
We are all human, we have the right to make mistakes. The main thing is to recognize them in time and take the first step. Let's close this topic? Let everything be as before!

I think you can guess who caught my bridal bouquet and whose wedding is being prepared for?! Yes, Polina is getting married soon!

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Best friends are those people who know all our secrets, girlish dreams and little weaknesses. And most importantly, they will always find time to listen, help with advice, or just have a good time, forgetting about all the problems.

website collected 10 stories about the best friends, without whom life would not be so fun.

• I had an accident, nothing serious, only my face was cut badly with glass. I did not leave the house for the first two days, because there were scratches in the green. A friend came and, drawing exactly the same stripes with green paint, pulled me out.
• A friend decided that it was time to prepare for the summer and that she needed to sign up for the gym. Yesterday I came with bags of food and clothes: “ Damn, why do a gym on the 3rd floor! On the first shop with food, and on the second - clothes! When I reached the third, I realized that I no longer had money, and I thought I was awesome!"

• I often hear the expression that female friendship does not exist. Today my friends did not eat without me the cake that they bought to meet and drink tea. At all! They didn't even open it! Cake! If that's not friendship, then I don't know what is.
• She called her friend a choleric, she, denying it, broke the cup against the wall.

• My best friend is studying to be a surgeon. When I asked why surgery, she replied: “You cut everyone, they also pay for it.”
• This awkward feeling when your girlfriend, in tears, snot, asked you to come and take a pregnancy test with you, and you are standing with this test at the checkout in the supermarket, and you everyone looks like she's crazy because you yourself have twins in your stomach.

• Today on the street I heard a phrase that delighted me. One friend went to get a tattoo for herself, and the second asked about it: “Damn, it probably hurts ?!”. And then this brilliant phrase flies in response: “Sveta, I gave birth to triplets! I don't feel pain anymore!"
• When I was in high school, my girlfriend, an athlete, was put under house arrest by her parents. In any did not agree to release. And we, led by a physical education teacher, had to steal her from the second floor of a private house so as not to miss the competition. It was a complex operation involving rope climbing and acrobatics. Her parents burned us only when we brought her back. There was a scandal but a friend took second place in the competition!

• Went with a friend to the bath. We were told where our bathhouse and dressing room were, they explained that there was a swimming pool outside the door to plunge hot bodies into cold water. Well, we undressed, steamed up and decided to jump into the pool. We run out of the bathhouse, open the door to the pool and stumble upon the crazy looks of people... It turned out that the pool is shared.

Today I was on the bus. At the bus stop, a grandmother comes in and, seeing her old friend, joyfully shouts: "Alive-ah-ah!". And they hug.

I wanted to write about the great female bug - Navigator.

No, the great female bug is the Great Navigator.

Thanks to this bug, many women live not in marriage, but in hell, but they are well aware that if they leave their hose on the couch, the next one will be even worse. And this is true. As long as the Great Navigator is with you, women, or rather in you, all men will turn into hoses on sofas. And those who have a fundamentally active life position will run away from you.

I will definitely write about this great bug.

But now it's Friday's story. Not exactly about this bug, or rather not only about it.

Please analyze this story. Tell what's in it, how and why.

One woman had a girlfriend. From student years. A fragile brunette with narrow wrists, who smoked beautifully with her legs crossed.

The woman herself, quite young then, Olya, was also pretty, but in body, with beautiful breasts. And so she looked at this friend of hers Alya, from whom all the guys were crazy, and thought it was because she was very elegant, so thin, everyone wants to surround her with care.

Olya had a beloved boyfriend, they played a student wedding in order to get a room in a hostel, but the whole life somehow gradually fell on Olya's shoulders. Her husband didn't need much. There is food, he will eat, but no, he will go to someone and eat there, and if there is nowhere to eat, then he will not eat. But Olya could not do that, she was a responsible person, and if there was no food, she got it. I got it in different ways, saved or earned. But Olya saved both her own money and her husband's money. And she earned herself, and drove him. Well, because he was a donkey, maybe he didn’t eat anything, but Olya knew for sure that it was necessary to eat. Therefore, from the first year of marriage, she learned to use rolling pins. Forceps never really helped. The husband quickly mastered the hose and the tongs did not notice her. Therefore, only a rolling pin, only hardcore.

But Alya was completely different. She came to visit someone, sat cross-legged, smoked and shook off the ashes, and by some miracle drinks and treats appeared in front of her. When Alya came to visit Olya with her husband, the husband immediately began to fry potatoes, and if there were no potatoes, he ran and borrowed them from someone in the hostel. Olya explained this to herself by the fact that Alya is beautiful and feminine. And so fragile that everyone wants to take care of her. And no one wants to take care of her, Olya, because she is in the body, such a powerful, strong woman. Like a man!

And Olya hated her strength, cursed, and envied Alina's weakness.

After the institute, Olya divorced her husband, lost a lot of weight, did not go to work in her specialty, but took up creativity. She wanted to be like Alya, graceful, not of this world. She even started smoking, although she was disgusted for a long time. Olya turned from a blonde into a graceful brunette, her breasts almost completely disappeared, her wrists became narrow. She ate little and lived poorly, waiting for someone to take care of her. But there was no such thing. Once a musician, with whom Olya briefly fell in love, told her that she looked like a moth, just as lifeless and weak, there was no sex in her. But Olya decided not to succumb to manipulation and remembered well what the role of a strong woman leads to. Then she found herself a man who promised to take care of her, but kept forgetting his promises. He came and did not pay attention to the fact that Olya had no food at all. When Olya showed him an empty refrigerator, he was very distressed. Then Olya began to remind him in advance, the day before, so that he would not forget to buy her groceries and other necessary things. He still forgot all the time or didn’t come at all, Olya cursed with him and soon the man said goodbye to her, saying that she was hanging on him all the time and whining like a helpless child, but he didn’t want to be a daddy.

At this time, she met Alya. Alya has changed a lot. She recovered, became a brown-haired woman, quit smoking. She had a husband, she worked in her specialty and made plans for her own business. While Olya and Alya were chatting in a cafe, her husband called Alya several times and asked what to buy, and then asked where she was and how long she would stay there. In the end, the husband himself showed up for Alya, although she asked not to worry and go home. Olya saw a handsome man who carefully scanned her with his eyes and, finding nothing suspicious, lost all interest in her. It seemed to Olya that she looked more interesting than the fat Ali, but her husband dragged Alya home and kissed her several times on the ear and shoulder while he persuaded her to go. “She doesn’t rest at all,” he said. “Only work, meetings, work, meetings, and she needs to sleep. Bath, massage, sex and sleep, that’s what we have now according to the plan.” The man again took care of Alya, but no one wanted Olya.

After analyzing the meeting with Alya, Olya came to the conclusion that she needed to become a businesswoman. You have to work hard, lead an active life, so that men consider every minute spent with them as happiness, so that they save her from work. Not immediately, but Olya managed to become a business woman from a moth, not a business woman, but she got various jobs and occupied herself tightly. However, the men from her life completely disappeared. No one paid any attention to her, and she felt like a horse in a harness. She got herself a married lover, but he was completely satisfied with rare meetings, and when Olya endured a date, he was not upset or jealous. He was glad that Olya did not ask for meetings more often. Olya went in for sports, visited a beautician, she looked very good and did not understand why the prince did not appear in her life. Once she almost started an affair with a colleague, they both got drunk on a business trip and kissed. But a colleague suddenly told her that it was better to stop. To Olya's question, what frightens him, he said: "You are such an imperious, such a strong woman, I will not pull you, I feel small with you."

Olya called Alya to directly ask her how to become weak, but so weak that men would not call her a lifeless moth, but would rejoice at her weakness and protect her. Alya said that she was on maternity leave with her second child and did not work. She called her to her. Olya arrived and saw Alya, who had become even more plump, who, nevertheless, smiled and beamed. She said that her husband's business went uphill and he persuaded her to sit with the children, not to work, but when her second child is two years old, she will definitely take up the business she dreamed of. Olya saw that Ali has au pairs, she has a big house, and there is even a gardener, that is, Ali has a lot of free time, despite the children. Olya scolded Alya that she was not engaged in a figure and was overweight, but Alya waved her hand, saying that the cook cooks so deliciously, and her husband constantly drags her to restaurants, and it is difficult to lose weight with such a good and calm life. Olya recalled the graceful beauty Alya from her student years and did not recognize her in this new woman. Olya even hinted to Alya if she was afraid that her husband, who had become rich, would find a model for himself, but Alya laughed and said that if she found it, she would not interfere, she loved too much to interfere.

Olya complained to Alya about failures in her personal life, she said that she tried to be both weak, and strong, and businesslike, but there was no use, she didn’t get along with men. Alya sympathized with Olya, said that she looked great, but too tense, as if she was in a very active search and she desperately needed sex. Olya was offended, thinking that the well-fed does not understand the hungry. Then Alya said that she has an excellent neighbor, his house is even better than Ali and her husband, he is divorced, handsome, businessman and sportsman. Alya offered to introduce Olya, she called a neighbor, saying that she would like to come to him for tea with a friend, and the neighbor said that he would be at home in an hour and was waiting for them.

Olya and Alya went to a neighbor. The neighbor really turned out to be as Alya described. But already in the middle of the tea party, Olya realized that he was in love with Alya. He looked at her, not taking his eyes off, like all the boys in their student hostel. So, as Ali's husband is then in a cafe. Olya's mood deteriorated, she became gloomy and unhappy. And Alya behaved meanly, in her opinion. She allegedly praised Olya all the time, but the man joked in response, and she burst into such seductive laughter that Olya understood that she was glueing this neighbor, and maybe even sleeping with him. That is, she used Olya as an excuse to see her neighbor in love.

After this meeting, Olya felt so humiliated that she wrote to her husband Ali from an anonymous account, having found him on social networks. She wrote that she worked in his house as a servant, could not impersonate herself, but wanted to warn that the neighbor was his wife's lover. The husband did not answer, blocked her. Olya followed Ali's page for some time, trying to find signs of family quarrels or divorce, but she never found it. Maybe there were some kind of showdowns, or maybe the husband didn’t say anything to Alya at all.

Three thousand kilometers from the capital, in a workers' settlement faded in the sun, there lived a little girl, Valya, and she had her best friend, Lyuba.
The girls were in the second grade and for eight years, as far as they could remember, they were close friends.
But, once there was a misfortune - Beloved father was run over by a train (the drunk fell asleep on the rails)
They buried the whole world and then they realized that Lyuba was left completely alone, her mother died during childbirth, so the girl lived with her father in the barracks.
Fortunately, they did not manage to send Lyuba to the orphanage, she found an aunt - her father's sister from Leningrad itself.
And while the Girl was waiting for this aunt of hers, she lived in the house of her friend Valya.
A month later, my aunt broke away on vacation and came for a day and a half. She gathered her niece on a long journey, spent the night, and in the morning, thanked Valya's parents, crossed out the Leningrad address, sat down with the whimpering Lyuba on the path and, as it turned out, took her forever to distant Leningrad.
Valya was inconsolable. She sobbed all day long. How is her Lyubochka alone, in a strange, stone Leningrad? It's so insanely far away - five whole days by train ...
Valya, in the whole wide world, had only one true friend left - Masha, Masha was a huge, impudent turtle, the size of a good frying pan. She constantly, knowingly chewed apples and, without blinking, sympathetically looked at the girl, only - this helped little.
But misfortune does not come alone, on one beautiful, sunny morning, Valya was finished off by a new tragedy - Masha disappeared, and yet she never even stuck her nose into an open gate, she is not such a fool to crawl out into the street, and Alabai - Sharik, not would have released, would have wrapped the fugitive back.
The girl turned the whole house over, but the turtle was nowhere to be found, only a bowl of water remained.
For a whole week, the whole street heard how, from morning until late at night, Valya rummaged through roadside bushes and ditches and kept calling: “Masha! Mashulka! Come to me. Where are you! I have dried apricots. Masha, Masha, go home! »
And Valina's parents at this time terribly quarreled. As it turned out many years later, it was her mother who took Masha away by bus, all the way to the other end of the village, six kilometers away, and there she let her out on the grass. Firstly, mother always did not like this hefty, arrogant turtle and called her a stone, and that morning, mother stumbled on Masha in the dark, fell and nearly broke her head - because of this, she freaked out, and quietly got rid of Mashki. Then, of course, I regretted it, but it was too late. I even went to that weed, searched, but where is there ...
Valya fell into complete despair, because besides the fact that her last girlfriend disappeared, the hope of somehow contacting Lyuba disappeared with her.
The whole trouble is that Valya, like any little girl, unconditionally believed in good fairy tales - this played a cruel joke on her: and she hid it, so as not to lose it, but suddenly she looked at Masha and then a simple and brilliant thought came to the girl's head - and after all, turtles live for three hundred years.
That's where the 100% guarantee, reliability and stability! Without hesitation, Valya slobbered on the chemical pencil and wrote the address on the tortoise shell for three whole centuries...
But what are the three centuries? A couple of days and no turtle for you, no address, and the piece of paper disappeared somewhere as unnecessary. Eh-he-heh…
So poor Valya suffered. Well, who could know how it happens not in fairy tales?
... Summer flew by, autumn came, and then, one day, early in the morning, Valya jumped out of the house with a briefcase and immediately ... almost stepped on Masha the postman.
Masha, as if nothing had happened, sat on the porch and ate apples that dried on newspapers, and a pleased Sharik barked and smiled nearby.
It’s hard to even imagine this: a huge turtle, the whole summer, a piece of spring and a little bit of autumn, through the whole village got back home. (apparently turtles are called wise not only for facial expressions) After all, she, the poor fellow, in addition to the compass, had to have considerations that you can only go at night, bypassing dogs, boys and trucks. Valya could not believe her eyes, she hugged and kissed Masha, who was chewing apples, and her mother’s heart was relieved, to celebrate, she even began to allow Masha to be put on the table.
But here's the trouble, for a long and dangerous journey, the rains almost washed away the entire Lyubin address from Masha's shell. The numbers were still more or less readable, but the street, or "March 8th", although it is unlikely, or maybe "Mir", but also unlike. It is not clear, at least cry, and you won’t ask Mashka, she’s not up to date at all.
You should have seen how Valya's dad stood on a stool, lifted the Turtle to the very lamp, turned it this way and that, studied the letters through his glasses and cursed: still twitching! »
And Masha, like an astronaut, serenely dangled her paws in the air and absolutely did not feel like a flash drive with the most important information.
And a couple of days later, unexpectedly, a letter came to school, in Valino's name: - “Hello Valya, I kept waiting for a letter from you, but for some reason you forgot me and so I decided to write to our school, I remember where you live, but I don’t know your address…”
P.S.
... After many, many years and a thousand letters, when the girl Valya had already grown up, she nevertheless arrived in Leningrad, found Marat Street and, finally, saw her childhood bosom friend.
Then Valya got married, gave birth to three children, one of which was me ... although - this is completely different ...
... I'll call Mom ...