And it turned out. Here at school, someone from us lit, and each change ran on the street that with same, as well as they to smoke. Someone became a bandit, one senior pupil in sixteen years became pregnant and gave rise.
This case was actually and it really took place at one of schools.
Chapter-2
Story by the woman
Having graduated from school, I came to the FACULTY OF FOREIGN LANGUAGES. There, having studied all five years and having finished it with honors, became the lawyer and learned not only English, but also German and also the Spanish languages. Now I work in Moscow. I have the personal legal office. Well, life got better, takes its course.
To me many citizens with the stories, problems come. Many of them do not make sense. To tell them, especially to listen there is no pleasure. But is also such that it is necessary to tell about them. Somehow time to me the young woman, came years of thirty. She told me the story.
– Who would know how to me precisely! – it began the story, – precisely and in a disgusting way! Yesterday, when I came back home from work, I found it, it if one may say so the husband in embraces another. Yes, this if one may say so my husband, he changed me with another, – she began to cry. – I what, loved it a little? Yes I gave all soul to it! And it? Cattle! Lay embracing it, the swine!
From a conversation with it I understood that they got acquainted at work: he was a junior architect, it the junior trainee. Her husband with the younger trainee worked together, and all saw how he unevenly to her breathes. Yes, he was a man from capital letter of it a word. None of the weaker sex could tell that it cannot. It could do everything and even more. Only having married, he restrained the heat a little and became the exemplary family man, did not meet Larisa, the younger trainee yet. The novel − so called the husband of Vera who came to me and began to tell about the problem. She said that ever since it changed, became cold and remote from her. All this time he spent more time with Larisa, than with her, with the wife. He drove Larisa in restaurants, in theaters, made with her business trips. Generally, conducted a stormy life.
Meanwhile houses as damned, waited for the husband and his wife Vera conducted economy. She, as well as all women, first could not believe that her darling changed it. Though rumors about an adventure of her husband and his affair with Larisa went, she rejected all these charges. Tried not to pay any attention to them.
Somehow time she saw the husband on the presentation of his new project. There she got acquainted Larisa, the junior trainee of her husband. She did not know that Vera was Roman's wife, they got to talking, and Vera told Larisa about the affair with Roman. The truth it called it laskatelno − Romik. As alcoholic drink, rum. Agree, the pet name is better and you will not think up. She told that, they are familiar about half a year, during this time they approached, she became pregnant, and now is in situation and in nine months waits for addition. She was happy, her face sparkled with happiness. She expected a baby as I understand, the firstborn.
− I understood it. I understood also Roman. He all the life wanted children, but I could not present him them. I can never have children. I asked about Roman, I wanted to know that she knows about him? She answered that it works together with it, at one enterprise and in one department. Having met Roman, it found happiness, she receives from life all that it can give it. Larisa also added that Roman prior to a meeting with it was unfortunate. He said that he married in youth and now is sorry about it.
Vera was interested in this phrase, she wanted to know why Roman is unfortunate?
Really only because Larisa could not give it that he wanted − children. She offered adoption, but obviously Roman was from those men who wanted continuation by some kind of, seed, but not the stranger. It, of course, could go for adoption, but only when its seed gives the sprouts, the children. Their Vera could not give it.
She told that Roman was unfortunate because he did not love the wife. He in general married by mistake. Who knows why he married? He can hoped that it will give it that he wants the son or the daughter? He can hoped that sometime he nevertheless will fall in love with it, and they will begin to live in harmony and consent? But Vera of the hall that their marriage was predetermined from the very beginning. The matter is that they though were reduced on acquaintance, except the confidential relations they any more than nothing to each other tested. He did not love it, and having learned that it is fruitless, to it became cold. Only one warmed his heart: he nevertheless benefited from this marriage. The dowry which he received was sense of this marriage of convenience.
Larisa asked Vera:
− Really you never guessed what he did not love you?
− Of course guessed, – Vera answered, – but I hoped that my assumption − is only my imaginations. Unfortunately, I was mistaken, – with grief she told and added: − He never loved me.
On her heart the stone lay, she could not believe in what the husband changes it. – I for it everything, and it … − started howling it. – It − cable. Would tell that does not want to live with me any more, I would release it. – Wiping tears a scarf, it continued. – And it, cattle! Changed me? And with whom? Some stupid person! Yes without tears you will not look at it. How did he covet such?
I as could, calmed Vera. It was in a hysterics, it is even possible to tell that it had a fit of hysteria. I wanted to tell something to it, something like that that would calm her. But in the head of me there were no acceptable thoughts. In mind only one that it changed it only because it could not conceive the child span. Other thought just was not. I told:
− I understand your state, but you have to get it together and calm down.
− Yes, – Vera answered, – of course. – Wiping tears a kerchief, she told: – I am a pokoyna. – She told this word, "pokoyn" and, having removed a handkerchief, she continued. − Larisa told me how they got acquainted.
To it this story was told by Larisa therefore I will write it without any additions of the facts, the story-teller's invention. So, we will begin.
"Somehow time Larisa came back from study. On the street there was a late spring, soon summer. Larisa, having left work, went to the subway. It reached to the Komsomol station and, having gone out of the subway, passed to ticket offices of the Kazan station. Having bought the ticket to the fifth zone, having passed through turnstiles, climbed steps on the platform; having got into the electric train, she noticed that one pleasant and attractive guy out of the corner of the eye watches it. She did not attach it any significance, just sat at a window and read something. I cannot tell that? But it was by the form possible to tell what she read with pleasure, not just read, and became engrossed in reading of this work. Soon the electric train drove off from the platform of the station, and the woman left, having left the man of one, to wait for the electric train. However, one may say, that this electric train reached to the place of its appointment too. Why he did not sit down on it? It is unclear. Perhaps thought of something, and can just decided not to go by electric train where it is full of the people. Other electric train stood nearby, and it was rather empty and departed in five minutes after this. There passed week. Somehow in one of Fridays the same woman went to Moscow. After long working week today's holiday day was fine! All seemed joyful and beautiful around. Today to institute it went, as to a holiday. However, and study per se was not. Party of colleagues. In the electric train there were a lot of people, all hurried on the affairs. Larisa stood in the platform of the car. In the car there was no place in order that it was possible to sit down there. She looked out of the train door window, heard behind herself a voice. He took an interest what such beautiful girl does here, in the platform of the electric train, but does not go to salon as all others?
