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Після фрази: «Знайомся, це мій син» я ще довго не могла прийти до тями
Я чекала 10 років свого чоловіка за кордону. Я не хотіла вірити, що там у нього вже давним-давно інша жінка. Але він мене просто викинув зі свого життя.
Андрій мені одразу сподобався. Він був справжньою душею компанії. Познайомилися ми з ним на день народженні моєї подруги. Цілий вечір провели в компанії один одного та гуляли містом до сходу сонця. Згодом ми почали зустрічатися. Це був найкращий період в моєму житті.
Андрій був дуже ніжним та турботливим хлопцем. Через пів року ми розписалися. Гучного весілля не робили: з моєї сторони були батьки та декілька родичів, а зі сторони нареченого лише один його друг.
Після весілля ми переїхали в квартиру моїх батьків, адже зі свекрухою я жити не хотіла. Чоловік завжди розповідав, що у нього дуже напруженні відносини з родичами, тому я майже з ними не була знайома.
Жили так разом, Андрій ходив на роботу, а я навчалася на останньому курсі. Згодом завагітніла. На УЗД мені сказали, що в мене буде двійня. Я була дуже розгублена, адже не знала, як ми усі маємо потіснитися в двокімнатній квартирі.
Андрій мене запевнив, що поїде за кордон та заробить кошти на власний будинок. Пологи в мене пройшли добре, але жах почався після них. Вдома мені нікому було допомогти. Усі працювали, а я просто не справлялася з двома дітьми одночасно.
Хлопчики підростали, збільшилися витрати, тому чоловік вирішив їхати на заробітки за кордон. Я спершу засмутилася, але він мені сказав, що їде всього лиш на пів року і нічого за цей час не трапиться.
Він поїхав ще до матері, але за декілька годин приїхав не сам.
– Познайомся, це мій син Ілля. Деякий час, він поживе у нас – сказав Андрій і опустив голову.
Я була шокована. Як виявилося, це син мого Андрія. Він весь час жив з бабусею, бо чоловік не хотів мені розповідати про те, що він батько.
Ще до мене він був одружений з Тетяною, з якою розписався через те, що вона завагітніла після однієї спільної ночі. Вона була дивна ще з самого початку. Однак після народження в дівчини почалися затяжні депресії. Вона не приймала дитину та хотіла відмовитися від неї. Так і розлучилися, а чоловік забрав Іллю. Коли познайомився зі мною, то вирішив, що Ілля буде жити з матір’ю та весь цей час робив так, щоб я ні про що не дізналася.
Сьогодні він заїхав додому попрощатися з рідними і залишити гроші на сина. Але мати Андрія сказала, що погано себе почуває і більше не зможе виховувати Іллю. Чоловікові нічого не залишалося, як забрати сина до нас.
Я подивилася на хлопчика і моє серце стислося від болю. Ілля дивився на мене, як зацькований звір. Мені стало дуже шкода дитини, адже він зовсім ще крихітка і при живих батьках ріс сиротою.
Я вирішила залишити хлопчика в нас. Чоловік подякував мені та відправився в дорогу. Ілля виявився чудовим хлопчиком, який у всьому мені допомагав. Андрія я чекала пів року, але він до нас так і не повернувся.
Я не знала, що робити самій з трьома дітьми на руках.
Я чекала на чоловіка десять років, поки не дізналася, що у нього на чужині вже інша жінка.
Ілля був дуже розумним, закінчив школу на золоту медаль та самостійно вступив до інституту. Згодом він став найкращим програмістом в нашому місті.
Одного разу Ілля прийшов та сказав мені одягатися. Зараз він покаже нам сюрприз, який готував два роки.
Ми вийшли з машини біля якогось двоповерхового особняка. Син простягнув мені ключі і сказав, щоб я перша заходила в будинок.
Я була шокова. Ілля збудував нам будинок та весь час це приховував. Діти були на сьомому небі від щастя, адже тепер у кожного була власна кімната.
Так і вийшло, що за декілька років син втілив в життя давню обіцянку свого батька.
Що ви думаєте з цього приводу?
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The Carer for the Wife — What do you mean? — Lida thought she must have misheard. — Where am I supposed to go? Why? What for? — Oh, can we just skip the dramatics, please? — he grimaced. — What’s not clear here? There’s no one left for you to take care of. Where you go is none of my concern. — Ed, what’s wrong with you? Weren’t we planning to get married…? — That was your idea. I never said any such thing. At 32, Lida decided to turn her life around and leave her small hometown. What was left for her there? Endure her mother’s nagging? Her mother simply couldn’t stop scolding Lida about the divorce, constantly asking how she managed to “lose” her husband. Yet Vas’ka wasn’t worth a kind word—drunk and a womaniser! How did she end up marrying him all those eight years ago? Lida wasn’t at all upset about the divorce—in fact, she felt she could finally breathe again. But she argued constantly with her mum about it, and they also fought about money, which was always in short supply. So, she’d head off to the county town and land a great job there! Look at Svetka—her old school friend—she’d been married for five years to a widower. Who cares if he’s 16 years older and hardly a heartthrob, at least he has a flat and a decent income. And Lida reckoned she was just as good as Svetka! — Well, thank heavens! You’ve come to your senses! — Svetka encouraged her. — Pack your things, you can stay with us for a bit, and we’ll sort out the job situation. — Won’t your Vadim Petrovich mind? — Lida was unsure. — Don’t be silly! He does whatever I ask! Don’t worry, we’ll get by! Still, Lida didn’t want to stay long at her friend’s place. After just a couple of weeks and her first wages, she rented her own room. And just a couple of months later, she had a stroke of luck. — Why is a woman like you working in the market? — said one of her regulars, Edward Boris, with concern. Lida knew all her regulars by name by now. — It’s cold, it’s hard work—not ideal. — Gotta earn money somehow, — she shrugged, — unless you have another offer? Edward Boris wasn’t exactly a dreamboat in her eyes—twenty years older, a bit pudgy, starting to bald, and with a shrewd look in his eye. He was always particular about choosing his vegetables and paid to the penny. But he dressed well and drove a nice car—definitely not a down-and-out, not a drunk. He also had a wedding ring, so she never considered him as husband material. — You strike me as responsible, steady, and clean, — Edward Boris switched to a familiar tone, — have you ever cared for anyone who was ill? — I used to look after a neighbour, actually. She had a stroke, her children live far away, so they paid me to help. — That’s great! — he exclaimed, and then put on a somber face: — My wife, Tamara, has had a stroke too. The doctors say she has little chance of recovery. I’ve brought her home, but I haven’t got time to look after her. Will you help? I’ll pay you properly. Lida didn’t have to think long—much better to be in a warm flat changing bedpans than freezing on the market for ten hours a day serving picky customers! He even suggested she live there, so no more rent. — They’ve got three spare rooms! You could play football in there! — she delightedly told her friend. — No children either. Tamara’s mother was a real madam—even at 68, she acted half her age. She’d just remarried and was busy with her husband. No one else to care for the invalid. — Is she really that sick? — Oh yes, poor thing can’t move or speak. She won’t get better. — You almost sound happy about it, — Svetka eyed her. — Of course not, — Lida looked down, — but once Tamara’s gone, Edward Boris would be free… — Are you for real, Lida? Wishing someone dead for a flat?! — I’m not wishing anyone dead—I’m just not going to miss my chance! Easy for you to say, you’ve got it made! They had a huge fight and didn’t speak for half a year—until Lida confessed to Svetka her romance with Edward Boris. They couldn’t live without each other, but of course, he’d never leave his wife—not that type! So for now, she’d remain his lover. — So you’re shacking up with him while his wife is dying in the next room? — her friend was appalled. — Do you even see how vile that is? Or are you that blinded by his money—if he’s even got it? — Trust you to never say a kind word, — Lida retorted. They stopped talking again, but she barely felt guilty—well, perhaps just a bit. She cared for Tamara with real diligence, and since her affair with Edward Boris began, she took on all the housework too. After all, a man needs more than just a woman in his bed—he wants a good meal, crisp shirts, a clean flat. Lida thought her lover was very content, and she was enjoying her life too. She barely noticed Edward had stopped paying her for caring for his wife. Not that it mattered now—they were almost like husband and wife! He gave her money for shopping, and she managed the budget, not realising it was tight. And his job paid well enough—but never mind, once they got married it would all become clear. With time, the spark between them dulled, and Edward lingered less at home, but Lida put it down to the strain of having a sick wife. She pitied him, even though he barely spent a minute a day checking on Tamara. Even so, Lida wept when Tamara finally passed away. She’d given a year and a half of her life to that woman—you can’t get that time back. She organised the funeral too—Edward was “too grief-stricken.” He gave her the bare minimum for expenses, but she did everything properly. No one could accuse her of a thing. Even the neighbours, gossiping about her and Edward—nothing escapes them!—nodded approvingly at the funeral. His mother-in-law too seemed satisfied. So Lida never expected what Edward said next. — You understand there’s no need for your services anymore, so I’m giving you a week to move out, — he said on the tenth day after the funeral. — What do you mean? — Lida’s voice faltered. — Where should I go? Why? — Please, do we have to have this scene? — he sighed. — There’s no one left for you to care for, and where you go is none of my business. — Ed, what’s wrong with you? We were supposed to get married… — That’s your fantasy. I never said anything of the sort. Next morning, after a sleepless night, Lida tried to talk again, but he just repeated the same words and urged her to move quickly. — My fiancée wants to renovate before the wedding, — was all he said. — Fiancée? Who’s that? — None of your business. — Oh, none of my business?! Well, I’ll move out, but you’ll pay me for my work first. You were meant to pay forty grand a month. I only got paid twice. 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