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My story is very interesting. I have been in love with Timur since kindergarten. He is nice and kind. I even went to school ahead of time for him. We studied, and my love grew and grew stronger, but Tima did not have reciprocal feelings for me. Girls constantly hovered around him, he used this, flirted with them, but did not pay attention to me. I was constantly jealous and crying, but I could not confess my feelings. Our school consists of 9 classes. I lived in a small village, and then moved to the city with my parents. Entered the medical college, and healed quietly, peacefully. When I finished my first year, then in May I was sent to practice in the area where I used to live. But I was not sent there alone... When I got by minibus to my native village, I sat next to Timur. He has grown older and prettier. These thoughts made me blush. I still loved him! He noticed me and smiled. Then he sat down and began to ask me about life. I told him and asked about his life. It turned out that he lives in the city where I live and studies at the medical college where I also study. He is the second student sent to our district hospital. During the conversation, I admitted that I love him very much. And he told me that he loved me himself ... Then a kiss, long and sweet. We did not pay attention to the people in the minibus, but drowned in a sea of tenderness.
We are still learning together and going to be great doctors.

Real life love stories that will not only make you think, but also warm your hearts and even make you smile.

Today, my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been blind for 15 years due to cataracts, said to me: “Your grandmother is the most beautiful woman on earth, right”? I thought for a second and said, “Yes, that’s exactly what she is. Perhaps you really miss this beauty - now that you do not see it. “Honey,” my grandfather answered me. - I see her every day. To be honest, I see her much more clearly now than when we were young.”
Today I married my daughter. Ten years ago, I pulled a 14-year-old boy out of a minivan engulfed in flames after a serious accident. The doctors' verdict was unequivocal - he would never be able to walk. My daughter visited him several times with me in the hospital. Then she began to go there without me. And today I saw how, contrary to all predictions and smiling broadly, he put the ring on my daughter's finger - standing firmly on both legs.
Today, approaching the door of my store at 7 o'clock in the morning (I am a florist), I saw a soldier in uniform waiting for her. As it turned out, he was on his way to the airport, from where he was supposed to fly to Afghanistan for a whole year. He said, "I usually bring my wife a beautiful bouquet of flowers every Friday, and I don't want to let her down just because I'll be away from her." After these words, he ordered 52 bouquets of flowers from me and asked me to deliver them every Friday evening to his wife's office until he returned. I gave him a 50% discount on everything - such love filled my whole day with light.
Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that in all my school years I never got to the school ball because no one ever invited me there. And imagine - this evening, he, dressed in a tuxedo, called my door and invited me to a school ball as his partner.
When she woke up from an 18-month-old coma today, she kissed me and said: “Thank you for staying with me, for telling me these wonderful stories and for always believing in me ... And yes, I will marry you.”
Today I, passing through the park, decided to have a bite to eat on a bench. And just as I unwrapped my sandwich, a car of an elderly couple stopped under an oak nearby. They rolled down the windows and turned on jazz music on the turntable. Then the man got out of the car, opened the door and offered his hand to the woman, and after that they slowly danced for half an hour under the same oak tree.
Today I operated on a little girl. She needed the blood of the first type. We didn't have her, but her twin brother also had the first group. I explained to him that it was a matter of life and death. He thought for a moment, and then said goodbye to his parents and held out his hand. I didn't understand why he did it until after we took his blood, he asked, "And when will I die?" He thought he was really sacrificing his life for his sister. Luckily, both of them will be fine now.
Today my father has become for me the best father that I could only dream of. He is my mom's loving husband (and always makes her laugh), he's been to every football game I've played since I was 5 (I'm 17 now), and he provides for our entire family by working as a construction worker. This morning, when I was looking in my father's toolbox for pliers, I found a folded, dirty piece of paper in the bottom of it. It turned out to be a page torn from my father's old diary, and the date was marked on it a month before my birth. It read: “I am nineteen years old, an alcoholic, college dropout, unfortunate suicide, child abuse victim, and former car thief. And next month, a “young father” will be added to all this. But I swear I will do my best to make sure my baby is fine. I will become for her such a father as I myself have never had. And... I don't know how, but he did it.
Today my 8-year-old son hugged me and said: "You are the best mom in the whole world." I smiled and asked him: “How do you know this? You haven't seen all the mothers in the world." My son, in response to this, hugged me even tighter and said: “And you are my world.”
Today I saw an elderly patient with Alzheimer's disease. He barely remembers his own name and often forgets where he is and what he said just a few minutes ago. But by some miracle (and I think this miracle is called love), every time his wife comes to visit him for a few minutes, he remembers who she is and greets her with the words "Hello, my beautiful Kate."
My 21-year-old Labrador can barely stand up, can't see or hear much, and doesn't even have the strength to bark. But still, when I enter the room, she happily wags her tail.
Today is the 10th anniversary of our life together. My husband and I recently got fired from our jobs, so we agreed not to spend money on gifts for each other. When I woke up this morning, my husband was already on his feet. I went downstairs and saw that our entire house was lovingly decorated with beautiful wild flowers. I counted over 400 of them - and he really didn't spend a dime on them.
Today I met a guy I dated in high school and never expected to meet again. He showed me a picture of the two of us that he kept in the lining of his helmet for the 8 years he was in the army away from me.
Both my 88-year-old grandmother and her 17-year-old cat have long gone blind. Grandmother got herself a guide dog to help her move around the house, which, in general, is normal. But lately he has started taking the cat around the house too! When she meows, he comes and rubs against her and then leads her to a bowl, a sand box, or where she sleeps.
Today I was horrified to see through my kitchen window my 2 year old daughter slipped and fell into our pool. But before I could reach her, our Retriever Rex jumped after her and pulled her shirt over the collar to where it was shallow and she could stand up.
My older brother has already given me bone marrow 15 times to help me fight cancer. He talks about it directly with my doctor, and I don't even know when he does it. And today the doctor told me that it looks like the treatment is starting to help. "We are seeing a stable remission," he said.
Today I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly turned around and said, “I forgot to buy flowers for your grandmother. Now let's go to the store on the corner and I'll buy her a bouquet. I quickly". “Is today a special day?” I asked him. “No, it seems not,” my grandfather replied. “Every day is something special. And your grandmother loves flowers. They make her smile."
Today I re-read the suicide note I wrote on September 2, 1996, two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on my door and said, "I'm pregnant." Suddenly I felt like I wanted to live again. Today she is my beloved wife. And my daughter, who is already 15 years old, has two younger brothers. From time to time I reread my suicide note to remind myself how grateful I am to have a second chance to live and love.
Today, like every day since I returned from the hospital two months ago with burn scars on my face (I spent almost a month there after the fire that burned down our house), I found a red rose taped to it on my locker. I still don't know what it takes to get to school early every day and leave me those roses. I even tried a couple of times myself to come early and catch this person - but each time I found a rose already in place.
Today is 10 years since my father died. When I was little, he often hummed a short tune to me when I went to bed. When I was 18 and he was in a hospital room battling cancer, I was already singing that tune to him. I haven't heard it since then, until today in bed with my fiancé we looked at each other and he started humming it under his breath. It turned out that his mother also sang it to him in childhood.
Today, a woman who lost her vocal cords due to cancer enrolled in my class for learning the language of the deaf and mute. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father, and fourteen best friends signed up with her to be able to communicate with her even though she lost her voice.
My 11-year-old son is fluent in the language of the deaf and dumb because his friend Josh, with whom he grew up together from infancy, is deaf. I am so pleased to see how their friendship blossoms every year.
Due to Alzheimer's disease and dementia, my grandfather doesn't always recognize his wife in the morning. A year ago, when it just started, she was very worried, but now she understands what is happening to him and helps him in any way she can. She even plays with him every morning, trying to get him to propose to her again before breakfast. And every time she succeeds.
Today my father died of natural causes at the age of 92. I found his body in a chair in his room. On his hip were three 8x10 framed photographs of my mother, who had passed away 10 years ago. She was the love of his life, and, most likely, he, feeling the approaching death, wanted to see her again.
I am the proud mother of a 17 year old blind boy. Even though my son was born blind, that didn't stop him from becoming an A student, a great guitarist (his band's first album has already surpassed 25,000 downloads online) and a great boyfriend for his girlfriend Valerie. Today, his little sister asked him what attracted him to Valerie, and he replied: “Everything. She's beautiful."
Today I served an elderly couple in a restaurant. How they looked at each other ... it was immediately obvious that they loved each other. Husband mentioned that today they are celebrating an anniversary. I smiled and said, “Let me guess. You've been together for decades." They laughed and the wife said, “Actually, no. Today is our fifth anniversary. We both outlived our soul mates, but fate gave us another chance to love and be loved.”
Today my father found my sister chained to the barn wall. She was abducted near Mexico City almost 5 months ago. A week later, the police called off an active search. Mom and I came to terms with the loss and arranged a funeral. Our family came to them, her friends - everyone except my father. All this time he had been looking for her without ceasing. He said he loved her too much to give up. And now she's home again because he didn't let them down then.
There are two high school boys at my school who openly love each other. In the last two years, they had to endure a lot of abuse, but they continued to walk, holding hands. And despite the threats and the frequent break-ins of their school lockers, they came to the school prom today in identical costumes. And they danced together, smiling from ear to ear, in spite of all the envious people.
Today my sister and I were in a car accident. At school, my sister is Miss Popular herself. She knows everyone and everyone knows her. Well, I'm a bit of an introvert - I always communicate with the same 2 girls. My sister immediately posted a Facebook message about the accident. And while all her friends were leaving comments and expressing sympathy, two of my friends showed up at the scene of the accident even before the ambulance arrived there.
Today my fiancé returned from an army trip abroad. But yesterday he was just my boyfriend ... well, that is, I thought so. Almost a year ago, he sent me a package that he asked me not to open until he returned home in two weeks - but then his business trip was extended by almost 11 months. Today, when he finally returned home, he asked me to open that same package, and when I found a beautiful ring inside, he knelt down in front of me and proposed to me.
Today, for the first time in months, my 12-year-old son Sean and I stopped by the nursing home on our way home. I usually go there alone to check on my mom who has Alzheimer's. When we entered the lobby, the nurse said, "Hi, Sean," and let us in. I asked my son: "How does she know your name"? “Ah, yes, I often run here after school to visit my grandmother,” he replied. And I had no idea about it.
Today I found in our papers my mother's old diary, which she kept in high school. It contained a list of the qualities she hoped to someday find in her boyfriend. This list is almost an exact description of my father, and my mother only met him when she was 27.
Today at school I did a chemistry experiment with one of the prettiest (and most popular) girls in the whole school. And, although I had never worked up the courage to even talk to her before, she turned out to be very kind and sweet. We spent time in the laboratory talking, joking, but in the end we still got fives (yes, she turned out to be smart too). After that, we started talking little by little. Last week, when I found out that she hadn't yet decided who to go to the prom with, I wanted to ask her if she would go with me, but again I didn't have the heart. And today, when I was sitting in the school cafe, she herself came up to me and asked if I would like to go there with her. I agreed, and she kissed me on the cheek and whispered: “Yes!”
Today, on our 10th anniversary, my wife gave me a suicide note she wrote when she was 22, the very day we met. And she said: “All these years I didn’t want you to know how stupid and impulsive I was then. But even though you didn't know before... you saved me. Thank you for everything".
My grandfather always kept on his nightstand an old, faded photograph taken in the 60s, in which he and his grandmother laughed merrily at some party. My grandmother died of cancer when I was 7 years old. Today I looked into his house, and grandfather saw me looking at this photo. He came up to me, hugged me and said, "Remember - just because nothing lasts forever doesn't mean it's not worth it."
Today I tried to explain to my two daughters, aged 4 and 6, that we would have to move from our four-bedroom house to a two-bedroom apartment until I found a new, well-paying job. The daughters looked at each other for a moment, and then the youngest asked: “Will we all move there together?” "Yes," I replied. "Well, that's all right then," she said.
Today on a plane I met the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Realizing that after landing we might not see each other again, I told her how beautiful she was. She smiled charmingly at me and said: “No one has told me this for 10 years.” It turned out that we were both in our early thirties, unmarried, had no children, and lived literally 5 miles apart. And next Sunday, after we get home, we have a date.
I am a mother of 2 children and grandmother of 4 grandchildren. At 17, I became pregnant with twins. When my boyfriend and friends found out that I was not going to have an abortion, they all turned their backs on me. But I didn’t give up, without leaving school, I got a job, graduated from the institute and met a guy there who has been loving my children for 50 years now as if they were his own.
Today, on my 29th birthday, I returned home from my 4th and last military deployment to distant countries. A little girl who lives next door to my parents (who, to be honest, is no longer a little girl - she is 22) met me at the airport with a beautiful long rose, a bottle of my favorite vodka, and then invited me on a date.
Today my daughter agreed to marry her boyfriend. He is 3 years older than her. They started dating when she was 14 and he was 17. I really didn't like this age difference then. When he turned 18 a week before she turned 15, my husband insisted that they end the relationship. They remained friends but dated other people. But now that she's 24 and he's 27... I've never seen a couple so in love with each other.
When I found out today that my mother had come down with the flu, I stopped at the supermarket to buy her some ready-made soup. I stumbled upon my father there, in a cart with 5 cans of soup, nasal spray, tissues, tampons, 4 DVDs of romantic comedies and a bouquet of flowers. It made me stop and really think about everything.
Today I was sitting on the balcony of the hotel and saw a couple in love walking along the beach. It was clear from the way they moved that they were crazy about each other. When they got closer, I was surprised to see that they were my parents. No one would say that 8 years ago they almost got divorced.
I'm only 17, but my boyfriend, Jake, has been dating for 3 years now. Yesterday we spent the first night together. No, we didn’t do “this” before, nor this night. Instead, we baked cookies, watched two comedies, laughed, played Xbox, and fell asleep hugging each other. Despite my parents' fears, he turned out to be a real gentleman and the best guy.
Today, when I knocked on my wheelchair and said to my husband, “You know, you are the only reason I would like to be freed from this squalor,” he kissed me on the forehead and replied: “Honey, I don’t even notice it.”
Today, my grandparents, who were over ninety and had lived together for 72 years, both died in their sleep, not having lived an hour without each other.
My father came to my house today for the first time in six months since I told him I was gay. When I opened the doors, he hugged me with tears in his eyes and said, “I'm sorry, Jason. I love you".
Today my 6 year old autistic sister said her first word - my name.
Today, 15 years after my grandfather's death, my 72-year-old grandmother is getting married again. I am 17 years old, and in all my life I have never seen her so happy. How nice it was to see two people so in love with each other, despite their age. And now I know it's never too late.
Today, in a jazz club in San Francisco, I saw two people insanely passionate about each other. The woman was a dwarf, and the man was under two meters tall. After a few cocktails, they went to the dance floor. To slow dance with her, the man knelt down - and they danced all night.
This morning my daughter woke me up and called my name. I slept in a chair in her hospital room, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her beautiful smile. She was in a coma for 98 days.
On this day, almost exactly 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and another car drove into me from behind. Her driver was a student at the University of Florida - just like me. He looked very guilty and constantly apologized. While we were waiting for the police and the tow truck, we started talking and soon, without restraint, laughed at each other's jokes. In the end, we exchanged numbers, but the rest, as they say, is history. We recently celebrated our 8th anniversary.
Today, when I was working in a cafe, two gay men walked in holding hands. As expected, a good portion of the visitors began to openly stare at them. And then a little girl sitting at a table not far from me asked her mother why these two men were holding hands. Mom replied: "Because they love each other."
Today, after being separated for 2 years, my ex-wife and I finally settled our differences and decided to meet for dinner. We chatted and laughed for 4 hours straight. And before leaving, she gave me a large, plump envelope. It contained 20 love letters that she had written in those two years. The envelope was signed "Letters that I did not send because of my stubbornness."
I had an accident today that left a deep abrasion on my forehead. The doctor wrapped a bandage around my head and told me not to take it off for a whole week - although I don't like it at all. Two minutes ago, my little brother came into my room - and his head was also wrapped in a bandage! Mom said he didn't want me to feel miserable.
Today, after a long illness, my mother died of cancer. My best friend, who lives 2,000 miles away, called me on the phone to give me some comfort. “What would you do if I showed up at your house right now and hugged you tightly?” he asked me. “Well, I would definitely smile,” I replied. And then he rang at my door.
Today, when my 91-year-old grandfather (military doctor, order bearer and successful businessman) was lying in a hospital bed, I asked him what he considers his greatest achievement. He turned to my grandmother, took her by the hand and said: "That I have grown old with her."
Today, when I saw my 75-year-old grandparents acting like 14-year-olds in love and laughing at each other's stupid jokes, I realized that I managed to briefly see what true love is. I hope someday I will be able to find it.
On this day exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman who was being swept away by the fast current of the Colorado River. That's how I met my wife, the love of my life.
Today, on our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, "I wish I had met you sooner."
Today my blind friend told me long and colorful how beautiful his new girlfriend is.

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2011. I came to a new school, to a new class, study began. There was a strange boy from the parallel class, he followed me all the time, looked at me, watched. At that time, she was still in the social. network, found his account, started watching, a message came from him, answered, began to communicate. He turned out to be a very normal boy. With time .

A year has passed, in a year we have quarreled thousands of times, reconciled thousands of times. In May we finish school, went to college, he followed me, entered one college, one group. Third course. For four years now, as we have been together, we knew each other by heart, one soul for two, we understood each other without words.

From early childhood, we were neighbors and spent all our childhood together, in total we have been together for 17 years, there was a lot between us, we helped each other more than once, and just family people

When we were teenagers, he was in love with me, but I didn’t understand this, since he was 3 years younger than him, he coped with falling in love and we continued to be friends.

After a while, I realized that for me he is not just a friend, but I love him madly and do not want to share him with anyone. He is native to me and the best. At this time, he had a second wave of love, and we could have succeeded, but something went wrong, and then I completely left to study in another city and we rarely communicated.

Surely my story is not much different from the stories of many, even millions of girls. The situation is quite common and banal. In short, I am a young girl, beautiful, interesting, funny, smart, very creative and pathologically unlucky in love. Having read beautiful books about love as a child, I dreamed up ideal relationships for myself, so that they were sincere, bright, pure, built on trust, respect and intimacy. And now for the umpteenth time I'm lying at home in my bed and crying out loud.

I have a boyfriend. He's good, but he doesn't love me. He told me stories about his exes, about how much he loved them. But for a year of relations, I never heard these three cherished words from him. And I'm still waiting and hoping that he realizes that he understands that he will appreciate me. Silly and smacks of masochism. But the heart is very hard to order.

I am a young mother, I have a daughter, she is one year old. From the moment we left the hospital, my husband reproached me. He said that he would take her away from me and raise her himself. There were many such applications addressed to me.

There was a reason to say so, little attention was paid to it. I was afraid of my daughter, when she was born, I did not know what to do with her. I wanted someone else to take care of her. I was shocked. Then I kind of got used to it, I even had pride. But when I get very tired, I am ready to give my daughter to someone else's aunt. I get so mad at her when she yells. I grab her hands and shake her hard, and I get angry again. I can't help myself. Then I sober up and understand that she is not to blame for anything. The fact that my husband began to drink a lot, although he promised me to quit. What helps me a little with the child and at the same time reproaches that I do not sacrifice my strength and time to work with the child, but do unnecessary things, such as manicures or pedicures. Like, why do I need this, and recently he said that I cut my nails.

I am 26 years old. I live with a man who Prior to this event, we had been in a relationship for about a year. Well, how to say relationship. I became depressed and lost interest in work. It all started with the fact that we began to work together. He joined our organization. We talked purely at work for six months. Then everything just turned around. She was unable to get out of this. His wife constantly cheated on him. As a result, she found herself a young man, moved out. They had a common child, 6 years old. Lives with mom. The child is wonderful. My relationship with him is excellent. He takes it often. There are no questions to his parents either. He introduced us right away. But I still can't find my place for many reasons.

Broke up with a guy. Three years of relationship. We are 21 years old. The last six months have been difficult for both, a lot of misunderstandings, quarrels, the desire of one to leave for another country, and the second to stay at home. The guy’s incomprehensible attitude to marriage, he doesn’t understand why it is, whether he needs children, where we will live and what to eat. But it all started differently. As a result, the decision was made to leave. So it will be easier. This is my and his first relationship, first love, so to speak, serious.

In a few days it will be our wedding anniversary, we have been together for almost four years. We will celebrate this anniversary separately, or rather just look at this date on the calendar.

She got married 4 years ago at a rather conscious age - 28 years old. I met my future husband by chance at my job in the store. And everything turned around. He took good care of me. Looking at him, I realized that this is the person with whom I am ready to be all my life. And so he proposed to me. Of course I agreed. Since his work involves eternal translations, I had to quit my job, leave my old life. But I didn't care, as long as I was close to my beloved. And so we left.

Sometimes I feel like we die more than once. We die after the end of each successive stage in life. Childhood ended - the first death, youth ended - the second, love ended with one person - the third, love ended with another - the fourth, and so on.

I have had many such deaths. I especially remember one: when the one I loved announced his imminent wedding. I had no hope of returning it, but I hoped to the last. And then I realized that without him I simply have no reason to live. And she died. And then the other me went - lonely, frozen without human warmth, desperate. Then a lot of things happened to me, but it doesn't matter.

Now I'm not living my life. I am with a stranger to me, my house has become a stranger to me, everything has changed, and sometimes I want to get up, shake off all this new stuff like ashes, and return to my old, real life. Back to where he was. Where we didn't agree on so much. Where I was desperate, courageous, purposeful, cheerful, joked, laughed, believed in something. I was alive. I was real. I was sincere. I loved and hated. I wanted to live. I was ready to die for those I loved.

Now I am 29 years old. At the age of 19, I started dating a guy, then they began to live together, a child was born (I was 21 years old). He worked in the police, drank, began to raise his hand. My mother-in-law gave advice on how to live all the way, reproached me for not making her son happy.

In general, we lived together for 4 years and I filed for divorce. Have been divorced for 5 years now. I don't have any relationship with my ex-relatives. My husband has another family, he has a child. He does not communicate with his child.

I live separately from my parents, I earn good money. After the divorce, there were a couple of short novels. Now I have been in a relationship with a man who is 60 years old for six months. He has a civil wife, with whom they live for about 13 years.

People from different countries talk about joyful moments from their lives…

Today I told my 18 year old grandson that no one asked me to prom when I graduated from high school, so I didn't go. He showed up at my house this evening dressed in a suit and took him to his prom as a girlfriend.

Today I was sitting in the park eating my sandwich for lunch when I saw a car with an elderly couple pull up to an old oak nearby. He rolled down his windows and heard the sounds of good jazz. Then the man got out of the car, helped his companion get out, took her a few meters away from the car, and for the next half hour they danced under an old oak tree to the sounds of beautiful melodies.

Today I operated on a little girl. She needed the first blood type. We didn't have one, but her twin brother has the same group. I explained to him that it was a matter of life and death. He thought for a moment and then said goodbye to his parents. I didn't notice it until we took the blood and he asked, "So, when will I die?" He thought he was giving his life for her. Luckily, they are both fine now.

Today my dad is the best father you can ask for. He is my mother's loving husband (always makes her laugh), he's been to every one of my football matches since I was 5 (I'm 17 now), and he provides for our entire family by working as a construction foreman. This morning, when I was looking in my father's toolbox for pliers, I found dirty folded paper at the bottom. It was an old journal entry written by my father exactly one month before the day I was born. It read: “I am eighteen years old, an alcoholic, college dropout, suicidal unfortunate victim of child abuse and a criminal history of auto theft. And next month, a “teenage father” will also appear on the list. But I swear that I will do what is right for my baby. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it.

Today my 8 year old son hugged me and said, "You are the best mom in the world." I smiled and asked sarcastically, “How do you know? You haven't seen all the mothers in the world." But the son, in response to this, hugged me even tighter and said: “I saw it. My world is you."

Today I saw an elderly patient with severe Alzheimer's disease. He can rarely remember his own name and often forgets where he is and what he said a minute earlier. But by some miracle (and I think this miracle is called love), every time his wife comes to visit him, he remembers who she is and greets her with the words "Hello, my beautiful Kate."

Today my Labrador is 21 years old. He can barely stand up, can hardly see or hear anything, and doesn't even have the strength to bark. But every time I enter the room, he happily wags his tail.

Today is our 10th anniversary, but since my husband and I recently lost our jobs, we agreed not to spend money on gifts. When I woke up this morning, my husband was already in the kitchen. I went downstairs and saw beautiful wild flowers all over the house. There were at least 400 of them, and he really did not spend a dime.

My 88 year old grandmother and her 17 year old cat are blind. A guide dog helps my grandmother move around the house, which is natural and normal. However, recently the dog began to lead the cat around the house. When the cat meows, the dog comes up and rubs its nose against it. Then the cat gets up and begins to follow the dog - to the stern, to the "toilet", to the chair in which she likes to sleep.

Today my older brother donated his bone marrow for the 16th time to help me with my cancer treatment. He spoke directly to the doctor and I didn't even know about it. And today my doctor informed me that the treatment seems to be working: "The number of cancer cells has dropped dramatically in the last few months."

Today I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly made a U-turn and said: “I forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers for my grandmother. Let's go to the florist on the corner. It only takes a second." “What is so special today that you should buy her flowers?” I asked. “Nothing special,” Grandpa said. “Every day is special. Your grandmother loves flowers. They make her smile."
Today I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on September 2, 1996, two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on the door and said, "I'm pregnant." Suddenly I felt that I wanted to live again. Today she is my beloved wife. And my daughter, who is already 15 years old, has two younger brothers. From time to time I reread this suicide letter to remind myself how grateful I am to have a second chance to live and love.

Today, my 11-year-old son is fluent in sign language because his friend Josh, whom he grew up with since infancy, is deaf. I am pleased to see how their friendship grows stronger every year.

Today I am the proud mother of a 17 year old blind boy. Although my son was born blind, this did not stop him from studying excellently, becoming a guitarist (the first album of his group has already exceeded 25,000 downloads on the network) and a great boyfriend for his girlfriend Valerie. Today his little sister asked him what he loves most about Valerie and he replied: “Everything. She's beautiful."

Today I served an elderly couple in a restaurant. They looked at each other so that it was immediately obvious that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess. You've been together for many, many years." They smiled and the woman said, “Actually, no. Today is our fifth anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to love.

Today my dad found my little sister - alive, chained to the wall in the barn. She was abducted near Mexico City five months ago. Authorities stopped looking for her two weeks after she disappeared. Mom and I have come to terms with her death - last month we buried her. Our whole family and her friends came to the funeral. Everyone except her father - he was the only one who continued to look for her. “I love her too much to give up,” he said. And now she's home - because he really didn't give up.

Today I found in our papers my mother's old diary, which she kept in high school. It contained a list of the qualities she hoped to someday find in her boyfriend. This list is almost an exact description of my father, and my mother only met him when she was 27.

Today in the school chemistry lab, my partner was one of the prettiest (and most popular) girls in the whole school. And although I had not even dared to speak to her before, she turned out to be very simple and sweet. We chatted in class, laughed, but in the end we still got fives (she turned out to be smart too). After that, we started talking outside of the classroom. Last week, when I found out that she hadn't yet decided who to go to the prom with, I wanted to invite her, but again I didn't have the courage. And today, during a lunch break in a cafe, she ran up to me and asked if I would like to invite her. So I did, and she kissed me on the cheek and said, “Yes!”

Today my grandfather has an old photo from the 60s on his bedside table, in which he and his grandmother laugh merrily at some party. My grandmother died of cancer in 1999 when I was 7. Today I went to his house and my grandfather saw me looking at this photo. He came up to me, hugged me and said: "Remember - if something does not last forever, this does not mean that it is not worth it."

Today I tried to explain to my two daughters, aged 4 and 6, that we would have to move from our four-bedroom house to a two-bedroom apartment until I found a new, well-paying job. The daughters looked at each other for a moment, and then the youngest asked: “Will we all move there together?” "Yes," I replied. "Well, then it's nothing to worry about," she said.
Today I was sitting on the hotel balcony and saw a couple in love walking on the beach. It was clear from their body language that they really enjoyed each other's company. When they got closer, I realized that they were my parents. And 8 years ago they almost got divorced.

Today, when I rapped on my wheelchair and told my husband, "You know, you're the only reason I want to be free of this thing," he kissed my forehead and said, "Honey, I don't even notice it."

Today my grandparents, who were in their nineties and lived together for 72 years, both died in their sleep, about an hour apart.

Today my 6 year old autistic sister said her first word - my name.

Today, at the age of 72, 15 years after my grandfather's death, my grandmother is remarrying. I am 17 years old, and in all my life I have never seen her so happy. How inspiring to see people at that age so in love with each other. It's never too late.

On this day, almost 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and another car crashed into me. His driver was a University of Florida student, just like me. He sincerely apologized. While we were waiting for the police and the tow truck, we started talking and soon, without restraint, laughed at each other's jokes. We exchanged numbers, but the rest is history. We recently celebrated our 8th anniversary.

Today, as my 91-year-old grandfather (military doctor, war hero and successful businessman) lay in a hospital bed, I asked him what he considered his greatest achievement. He turned to his grandmother, took her by the hand and said: "The fact that I have grown old with her."

Today, as I watched my 75-year-old grandparents in the kitchen having fun and laughing at each other's jokes, I realized that I managed to see for a brief moment what true love is. I hope someday I will be able to find it.
On this day, exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman who was being swept away by the fast current of the Colorado River. That's how I met my wife, the love of my life.

Today, on our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, "I wish I had met you sooner."

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Irina Lobusova
Kamasutra. Short stories about love (compilation)

It was like this

Almost every day we meet at the landing of the main staircase. She smokes in the company of her friends, and Natasha and I are looking for a women's toilet - or vice versa. She looks like me - maybe because we both completely lose the ability to navigate in the vast and endless (so it seems to us every day) space of the institute. The long, intricate bodies of which seem to be specially created in order to put pressure on the brains. Usually, by the end of the day, I start to get angry and demand to immediately give out the monkey that built this building. Natasha laughs and asks why I am sure that this architectural monkey is still alive. However, endless wandering in search of the right audience or women's toilet is entertainment. There are so few of them in our life - simple entertainment. We both appreciate them, I recognize everything by the eyes. When at the most unexpected moment we collide on the stairs and lie to each other that our meeting is absolutely unexpected. We both know how to simply lie classically. I. And she.

We usually meet on the stairs. Then we avert our eyes and make an important appearance. She staidly explains how she just left the classroom. I - that I pass along the corridor nearby. No one admits, even under the guise of a terrible death penalty, that in fact we are standing here and waiting for each other. No one but us is given (and will not be given) to know about this.

Both very amicably pretend that they are insanely glad to see each other. From the outside, everything looks so that it is easy for us to believe.

- It's so nice to meet friends!

“Ah, I didn’t even know that you would be passing through here… But I’m so glad!”

– What do you have to smoke?

She holds out cigarettes, my friend Natasha brazenly grabs two at once, and in complete female solidarity, the three of us silently smoke until the call for the next pair.

“Could you give me your economic theory notes for a couple of days?” We have a test in a couple of days ... And you already passed the test ahead of schedule ... (she)

- No problem. Call, come in and take ... (I).

Then we go to lectures. She is studying in the same course as me, only in a different stream.

The auditorium is damp from the morning light, and the desk is still damp from the cleaner's wet rag. Behind the people are discussing yesterday's television series. In a few minutes, everyone is immersed in the depths of higher mathematics. Everyone but me. During the break, without taking my eyes off the notes, I sit at the table, trying to at least see what is written on the paper sheet open in front of me. Someone slowly and quietly approaches my table. And without looking up, I know who I will see. Who is behind me... She.

She enters sideways, as if embarrassed by strangers. He sits down next to him, looks into his eyes faithfully. We are the closest and best friends, and for a long time. The deep essence of our relationship cannot be expressed in words. We're just waiting for one man. Both are waiting, without success, for a year. We are rivals, but not a single person in the world would have thought to call us that. Our faces are the same because they are marked with an indelible stamp of love and anxiety. For one person. We probably both love him. Maybe he loves us too, but for the safety of our common souls with her, it’s easier to persuade ourselves that he really doesn’t give a damn about us.

How much time has passed since then? Six months, a year, two years? Since the time when there was one, the most ordinary phone call?

Who called? You don’t remember the name now ... Someone from a neighboring course ... or from a group ...

"- Hello. Come right now. Everyone has gathered here ... there is a surprise!

- What a surprise?! It's raining outside! Speak up!

- How about your English?

- Did you use your brains?

“Listen, we have Americans here. Two of them came on an exchange trip to the Faculty of Romano-Germanic Philology.

Why are they sitting with us?

- They are not interested there, in addition, they met Vitalik and he brought them to our hostel. They are funny. They hardly speak Russian. She (named) fell for one. He sits next to him all the time. Come. You must look at this! “

The rain that beat in the face ... When I returned home, there were three of us. Three. That's how it's been since then.

I turn my head and look at her face - the face of a man who, faithfully resting his head on my shoulder, looks with the eyes of a pitiful beaten dog. She definitely loves him more than me. She loves it so much that it is a holiday for her to hear at least one word. Even if his word is meant for me. From the point of view of injured pride, I look at her very intently and with knowledge of the matter I note that today she is badly combed, this lipstick does not suit her, and there is a loop on the pantyhose. She probably sees bruises under my eyes, nails without signs of manicure and a tired look. I have known for a long time that my chest is more beautiful and larger than hers, my height is taller and my eyes are brighter. But her legs and waist are more slender than mine. Our mutual inspection is almost imperceptible - this is a habit rooted in the subconscious. After that, we mutually look for oddities in behavior, indicating that one of us has recently seen him.

“Yesterday I watched international news until two o’clock in the morning ...” her voice trails off, becomes hoarse, “probably they won’t be able to come this year ... I heard the crisis in the States ..

“And if they do, despite their faltering economy,” I pick up, “they are unlikely to visit us.

Her face is drawn, I see that I hurt her. But I can't stop now.

- And in general, I have long forgotten about all this nonsense. Even if he comes again, you still won't understand him. As last time.

- But you can help me with the translation ...

- Hardly. I forgot English a long time ago. Soon the exams, the session, you need to study Russian ... the future belongs to the Russian language ... and they also say that the Germans will soon come to the RHF on an exchange. Do you want to sit down at the dictionary and go look at them?

After her, he went over to me - it was normal, I had long been accustomed to such a reaction, but I did not know that his ordinary masculine actions could cause her such pain. He still writes letters to me - thin sheets printed on a laser printer ... I keep them in an old notebook so as not to show anyone. She does not know about the existence of these letters. All her ideas about life are the hope that he will forget me too. I guess that every morning she opens her map to the world and looks hopefully at the ocean. She loves the ocean almost as much as she loves him. The ocean for her is a bottomless abyss in which thoughts and feelings drown. I do not dissuade her from this illusion. Let it live the way it is easy. Our history is primitive to stupidity. It's so ridiculous that it's embarrassing to even talk about it. The people around are firmly convinced that, having met at the institute, we just became friends just like that. The two closest friends. Who always have something to talk about ... It's true. We are friends. We are interested together, there are always common themes and we also understand each other perfectly. I like her - as a person, as a person, as a friend. She likes me too. She has personality traits that I don't have. We are good together. It's so good that no one is needed in this world. Maybe even the ocean.

In the publicly visible “personal” life, each of us has a separate man. She has a biology student from the university. I have a computer artist, a rather funny type. With a valuable quality - the inability to ask questions. Our men help us survive the uncertainty and longing, and also the thought that he will not return. That our American romance will never really connect us with him. But for this love, we secretly promise each other to always show concern - concern not about ourselves, about him. She has no idea, I understand how ridiculous and ridiculous we are, clinging to a cracked, torn straw in order to swim to the surface and drown out some strange pain. Tooth-like pain that comes at the most inopportune moment in the most inopportune place. Pain - about yourself? Or about him?

Sometimes I read hatred in her eyes. As if by tacit agreement, we hate everything that exists around. An institute that you entered just like that, for the sake of a diploma, friends who don’t give a damn about you, society and our existence, and most importantly, the abyss that forever separates us from it. And when we get tired to the point of madness from eternal lies and poorly hidden indifference, from the whirlwind of meaningless, but many events, from the stupidity of other people's love stories - we meet her eyes and see sincerity, real, truthful sincerity, purer and better than which there is no ... We never talk about a love triangle because we both perfectly understand - behind this there is always something more complicated than the dilemma of ordinary unrequited love ...

And one more thing: we often think of him. We remember, experiencing different feelings - longing, love, hatred, something nasty and nasty, or vice versa, bright and fluffy ... And after a stream of general phrases, someone suddenly stops in mid-sentence and asks:

- Well?

And the other shakes her head:

- Nothing new…

And, meeting eyes, he will understand the mute sentence - there will be nothing new, nothing ... Never.

At home, alone with myself, when no one sees me, I go crazy from the abyss into which I fall lower and lower. I crazily want to grab a pen and write in English: “leave me alone… don’t call… don’t write…” But I can’t, I’m not able to do it, and therefore I suffer from nightmares, from which only chronic insomnia becomes my second half. Our jealous sharing of love is a terrible nightmare for me at night ... Like a Swedish family or Muslim laws on polygamy ... In nightmares, I even imagine how we both marry him and host in the same kitchen ... Me. And she. It makes me cringe in my sleep. I wake up in a cold sweat and am tempted to say that I learned from mutual acquaintances about his death in a car accident ... Or that another plane crashed somewhere ... I invent hundreds of ways, I know I can’t do it. I can't hate her. Just like she did me.

Once, on a difficult day, when my nerves were shattered to the limit, I pressed her against the stairs:

- What are you doing?! Why are you following me? Why are you continuing this nightmare?! Live your own life! Leave me alone! Do not seek my company, because in fact you hate me!

There was a strange look in her eyes.

- It is not true. I can't and don't want to hate you. I love you. And a little of it.

Every day for two years we meet on the landing of the stairs. And every meeting we do not talk, but think about him. I even catch myself thinking that every day I count down the clock and look forward to the moment when she quietly, as if embarrassed, enters the audience, sits with me and starts a stupid endless conversation on general topics. And then, in the middle, he will interrupt the conversation and look at me questioningly ... I will guiltily turn my eyes to the side to shake my head negatively. And I will shudder all over - probably from the eternal cold dampness in the mornings.

Two days before new year

The telegram said "don't come". Snow scratched his cheeks with stiff bristles, trampled under a broken lantern. The edge of the most impudent of all the telegrams protruded from the pocket through the fur of the fur coat. The station looked like a huge pheonite ball molded from dirty plasticine. Bright and clear, the door leading to the sky fell into the void.

Leaning against the cold wall, she studied the railway ticket window, where the crowd was choking, and thought only that she wanted to smoke, she just wanted to smoke like crazy, drawing bitter frosty air into both nostrils. It was impossible to walk, it was only necessary to stand, watching the crowd, leaning against the cold wall with your shoulder, squinting your eyes from the stink that was familiar to your eyesight. All stations are similar to one another, like fallen gray stars, floating in clouds of alien eyes with a cluster of habitual undeniable miasms. All stations are the same.

Clouds - other people's eyes. This was by far the most important.

The telegram said "don't come". So there was no need to look for confirmation of what he was going to do. In a narrow passage, a trampled, drunken bum fell out from under someone's feet, fell right under her feet. Exceptionally carefully she crawled along the wall so as not to touch the edge of a long fur coat. Someone pushed me in the back. I turned around. It seemed that she wanted to say something, but she could not do anything, and so, unable to say anything, she froze, forgetting that she wanted to smoke because the thought was fresher. The idea that decisions can gnaw at the brain just like half-smoked (in the snow) cigarettes gnaw. Where there was pain, there were red, inflamed dots, carefully hidden under the skin. She ran her hand, trying to cut off the most inflamed part, but nothing happened, and the red dots ached more and more painfully, more and more, leaving behind anger, like a red-hot broken lantern in a familiar pheonite ball.

Sharply pushing a part of the wall away from her, she crashed into the line, professionally throwing all the baggers away with confident elbows. The arrogance caused a friendly opening of the mouths of battered ticket dealers. She pressed herself against the window, afraid that she would not be able to say anything again, but she did, and where her breath fell on the glass, the window became damp.

“One before… for today.”

- And in general?

- I said no.

A sound wave of voices struck at the feet, someone vigorously tore the fur side, and very close by the disgusting onion stench of someone's hysterical mouth hit the nostrils - so indignant masses righteously tried to take it away from the railway ticket window.

“I may have a certified telegram.

- Go to another window.

- Well, look - one ticket.

- Are you kidding me, damn you ...., - said the cashier, - do not delay the queue ... you ..., moved away from the cash register!

The fur coat was no longer torn, the sound wave that beat the legs went to the floor. She pushed open the heavy door that went up to the sky and went out to where the frost immediately dug into her face with sharpened vampire teeth. Past the eyes (the eyes of others) floated endless night stations. They shouted after them - along the taxi ranks. Of course, she did not understand a word. It seemed to her that she had forgotten all languages for a very long time, and around through the aquarium walls, before reaching her, human sounds disappear, taking the colors existing in the world with them. The walls were down to the very bottom, not missing a bygone symphony of color. The telegram read "don't come, circumstances have changed." The perfect semblance of tears dried on the eyelashes, which did not reach the cheeks in the vampire frost. These tears disappeared without appearing, completely and immediately, only inside, under the skin, leaving a dull hardened pain, like a drained swamp. She took out a cigarette and a lighter (shaped like a colored fish) from her purse and inhaled deeply the smoke, suddenly stuck in her throat in a heavy and bitter lump. She drew the smoke into herself until the hand holding the cigarette turned into a wooden stump, and when the transformation happened, the cigarette butt fell down by itself, like a huge shooting star reflected in the velvet black sky. Someone pushed again, fir-tree needles caught on the edge of the fur coat and fell on the snow, and once the needles fell, she turned around. Ahead, in a hare mark, loomed a broad male back with a Christmas tree attached to its shoulder, which danced a fantastic funny dance on its back. The back went quickly and with each step went further and further, and then only needles remained on the snow. Frozen (afraid to breathe), she looked at them for a very long time, the needles looked like small lights, and when her eyes blew from artificial light, she suddenly saw that the light coming from them was green. It was very fast, and then - nothing at all, only the pain, squeezed by the speed, returned to its original place. It stinged in the eyes, spun in place, the brain shrank and inside someone said distinctly clearly and clearly “two days before the New Year”, and immediately there was no air, there was a bitter smoke hidden in the chest deep as well as in her throat. Black, like melted snow, a number floated up and something knocked down, carried away through the snow, but not in one place, somewhere - from people to people.

- Yes, stop, you ... - from the side, someone's heavy breathing gave off a full set of fusel oils. Turning around, under a knitted hat, she saw fox eyes.

How long can you run after you?

Did someone run after her? Nonsense. It has never been like this in this world. There was everything, except for the two poles - life and death, in complete abundance.

Did you ask for a ticket until...?

- Let's admit it.

- So I have.

- How many.

- From you as from my own - I'll give it for 50.

- Yeah go..

- Well, a miserable 50 bucks, I give it to you as a native - so take Schaub ...

- Yeah, one, for today, even the bottom place.

She held the ticket up to the lantern.

- Yes, it is true, in kind, do not doubt it.

The guy crunched, twisted a banknote of 50 dollars into the light.

- A train at 2 o'clock in the morning.

- I know.

- OK.

He melted into space, as people who do not repeat themselves in daylight melt. "Don't come, circumstances have changed."

She chuckled. His face was blurred with a white spot on the floor with a cigarette butt stuck to his eyebrow. It protruded from under the sleepy lowered eyelids, and, fitting into the dirty circle, it called far, farther and farther. Where it was, the sharp corners of the chair crushed the body. Voices merged in my ears somewhere in the forgotten world behind me. Sleepy cobwebs enveloped even facial curves with non-existent warmth. She tilted her head down, trying to leave, and only her face was blurred with a dirty white spot in the station tiles. That night she was no longer herself. Someone born and someone dead changed in a way that could not be imagined. Without falling anywhere, she turned her face away from the floor, where the station lived at night, not subject to consideration of life. At about one in the morning the phone rang in one of the apartments.

- Where are you?

- I'd like to check out.

- You've decided.

He sent a telegram. One.

Will he even wait for you? And then the address...

- I have to go - there it is, in the telegram.

- Will you come back?

- Come what may.

What if you wait a couple of days?

“That makes absolutely no sense.

– Will you change your mind?

- There is no other way out.

- No need to go to him. No need.

- I can't hear well - hissing in the receiver, but you still speak.

- What should I say?

- Anything. As you wish.

- Satisfied, huh? There is no other such idiot on earth!

There are two days left until the new year.

“At least you stayed for the holiday.

- I'm chosen.

Nobody chose you.

- Doesn't matter.

- Do not leave. You don't have to go there, do you hear?

Short beeps blessed her path, and through the glass of a telephone booth inside the sky blackened the stars. She thought that she was gone, but it was terrible to think about it for a long time.

The train was moving slowly. The carriage windows glowed dimly, and a lamp burned dimly in the reserved seat aisle. Leaning her head against the plastic of the train partition reflecting the ice, she waited for everything to go away and the darkness outside the window to be washed away by those tears that do not dry up without appearing in the eyes. Glasses that had not been washed for a long time trembled with a small, painful trembling. The back of my head hurt from plastic ice. Somewhere inside, a small, chilly animal was whining. “I don’t want…” a small, tired, sick animal was crying somewhere inside, “I don’t want to go anywhere, I don’t want to, Lord, do you hear…”

Glasses shattered with a small, painful tremor in time with the train. “I don’t want to leave ... the little beast cried, - nowhere at all ... I don’t want to go anywhere ... I want to go home ... I want to go home to my mother ... "

The telegram said "don't come". This meant that the choice was not to stay. It seemed to her: together with the train, she was rolling down the slimy walls of a frozen ravine, with melted snowflakes on her cheeks and Christmas tree needles in the snow, down to the most hopeless bottom, where the frozen windows of the former rooms shine with electricity in such a homely way and where false words about the existence of windows on earth, to which, leaving everything, you can still return ... she trembled, knocked out her teeth tremble where the fast train wheezed in agony. Shriveling, she thought of the Christmas tree needles stuck in the snow, and that the telegram had said "don't come," and that there were two days left until the New Year, and that one day (it warmed with painful artificial warmth) there would come a day on which there would be no need to go anywhere else. Like an old sick beast, the train howled along the rails that happiness was the simplest thing on earth. Happiness is when there is no road.

Red flower

She hugged her shoulders, enjoying the perfect velvety skin. Then she slowly stroked her hair with her hand. Cold water is a miracle. The eyelids have become the same, not retaining a single trace of what .... That she had cried all night the day before. Everything was washed away by the water, and it was possible to safely move forward. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror: “I am beautiful!” Then she waved her hand dismissively.

She walked through the corridor and ended up where she was supposed to be. She took a glass of champagne from the tray, not forgetting to give a sparkling smile to neither the waiter nor those who were around. Champagne seemed disgusting to her, and a terrible bitterness immediately froze on her bitten lips. But of those present, who filled the great hall, no one would have guessed this. She really liked herself from the outside: a lovely woman in an expensive evening dress drinks exquisite champagne, enjoying every sip.

Of course he was there all the time. He reigned, surrounded by his servile subjects, in the heart of a large banquet hall. A secular lion, with unconstrained charm, strictly watching his crowd. Has everyone come - those who should come? Is everyone charmed - those who should be charmed? Is everyone scared and depressed—those who should be scared and depressed? A proud look from under slightly shifted eyebrows said that was all. He was half-sitting in the center of the table, surrounded by people, and, above all, beautiful women. Most people who met him for the first time were fascinated by his ingenuous, endearing appearance, his simplicity and ostentatious good nature. He seemed to them an ideal - an oligarch who keeps himself so simple! Almost like an ordinary person, like his own. But only those who came closer to him or those who dared to ask him for money knew how a formidable lion's paw protruded from under the external softness, capable of tearing the guilty with a slight movement of a formidable palm.

She knew all his gestures, his words, movements and habits. She kept in her heart every wrinkle of his, like a treasure. Years brought him money and confidence in the future, he met them proudly, like an ocean flagship. There were too many other people in his life to notice her. Occasionally, he noticed her new wrinkles or folds on her body.

- Honey, you can't do that! You need to take care of yourself! Look in the mirror! With my money... I heard a new beauty salon has opened...

- From whom did you hear?

He was not embarrassed:

– Yes, a new and very good one has opened! Go there. And then you will soon look at all your forty-five! And I can't even go out with you.

He was not shy about demonstrating his knowledge of cosmetics or fashion. On the contrary, he emphasized: “You see how young people love me!” He was always surrounded by this very "enlightened" golden youth. On either side of him sat two owners of the last titles. One is Miss City, the other is Miss Charm, the third is the face of a modeling agency that dragged its wards to any presentation where there could be at least one earning more than 100 thousand dollars a year. The fourth was a new one - she had not seen her before, but just as vicious, mean and arrogant as everyone else. Perhaps this impudence had even more, and she noted to herself that this one would go far. That girl was half-sitting in front of him right on the banquet table, coquettishly putting her pen on his shoulder, and burst into loud laughter in response to his words, with all her appearance expressing a greedy predatory grip under the mask of naive carelessness. Women always occupied the first places in his environment. The men crowded behind.

Clutching the glass in her hand, she seemed to read her thoughts on the surface of the golden drink. Flattering, ingratiating smiles accompanied her around her - after all, she was a wife. She was his wife for a long time, so long that he always emphasized it, which means she also owned the main role.

Cold water is a miracle. She no longer felt her swollen eyelids. Someone hit her with an elbow:

- Ah. Expensive! - it was a friend, the minister's wife, - you look great! You are a wonderful couple, I always envy you! It's so great to live more than 20 years and maintain such ease in a relationship! Look at each other always. Ah, wonderful!

Looking up from her annoying chatter, she really caught his eye on herself. He looked at her and it was like bubbles in champagne. She smiled her most charming smile, thinking that he deserves a chance…. He did not get up when she approached, and the girls did not even think of leaving when she appeared.

Are you having fun, dear?

- Yes darling. Everything is fine?

- Wonderful! And you?

“I'm very happy for you, dear.

Their dialogue did not go unnoticed. Surrounding thought "what a lovely couple!". And the journalists present at the banquet noted to themselves that it is necessary to mention in the article that the oligarch has such a wonderful wife.

“Darling, would you mind a few words?”

Taking her by the arm, he led her away from the table.

Have you finally calmed down?

- What do you think?

“I think it’s bad to worry at your age!”

“Let me remind you that I am the same age as you!”

- It's different for men!

– Is that how?

Let's not start over! I'm already tired of your stupid invention that I had to give you flowers today! I have so many things to do, I spin like a squirrel in a wheel! You should have thought about it! It was possible not to cling to me with any nonsense! I wanted flowers - go buy yourself, order, but buy at least a whole store, just leave me alone - that's all!

She smiled her most charming smile.

“Yes, I don’t even remember, dear!

- Is it true? - he was delighted, - and I was so angry when you clung to me with these flowers! I have so much to do, and you climbed with all sorts of nonsense!

- It was a little female whim.

“Darling, remember: little female whims are allowed only for young beautiful girls, like those who are sitting next to me!” And it only annoys you!

I will remember, my love. Don't be angry, don't be nervous because of such trifles!

"It's good that you're so smart!" I'm lucky with my wife! Listen, dear, we will not be returning back together. The chauffeur will pick you up when you're tired. And I will go by myself, in my car, I have some business .... And do not wait for me today, I will not come to spend the night. I'll be there for dinner tomorrow. And even then, maybe I'll have lunch at the office, and not return home.

– Am I going alone? Today?!

“God, what is today?” Why are you getting on my nerves all day long?

“Yeah, I take up so little space in your life…

- Yes, what does this have to do with it! You take up a lot of space, you're my wife! And I take you everywhere with me! So don't start!

- Fine, I will not. I did not want.

- That's good! You don't want anything anymore!

And, chuckling, he turned back, where too many more important people were waiting impatiently. From his point of view, persons than a wife. She smiled. Her smile was wonderful. It was an expression of happiness—great happiness that cannot be contained! Returning to the bathroom again and locking the doors tightly behind her, she took out a small mobile phone.

- I confirm. After half an hour.

In the hall, she again lavished smiles - demonstrating (and she did not need to demonstrate, so she felt) a huge surge of happiness. Those were the happiest moments - moments of anticipation... So, beaming, she slipped out into a narrow corridor near the service entrance, from where the exit was clearly visible, clung to the window. Half an hour later familiar figures appeared in the narrow doors. It was her husband's two bodyguards, and her husband. Her husband hugging a brand new girl. And kissing - on the go. Everyone hurried to the black shiny Mercedes - the last acquisition of the spouse, which cost 797 thousand dollars. He loved expensive cars. Loved very much.

The doors swung open, the dark inside of the car swallowing them completely. The guards stayed outside. One of them was talking on the radio, probably warning those at the entrance that the car was already coming.

The explosion resounded with deafening force, destroying the illumination of the hotel, trees and windows. Everything was mixed up: screams, roar, ringing. Fiery flames that shot up to the very sky licked the mangled body of the Mercedes, turned into a huge funeral pyre.

She hugged her shoulders and automatically smoothed her hair, enjoying the inner voice: “I gave you the most beautiful red flower! Happy wedding day, dear."