З життя
Чому я обрав іншу дружину?
Чому я обміняв свою дружину на іншу?
Я знову помив посуд, який три дні лежав у раковині. Не залишилося навіть чистої чашки. Я чекав і чекав… Що робити? Повернувся з роботи додому, голодний, злий і втомлений. Щоб щось з’їсти, мусив спочатку перемити всі тарілки і чашки, які безперервно залишаються брудними на моїй кухні.
Холодильник майже порожній, їжа закінчується. Щойно поставив чайник грітися, поставив каструлю з водою на плиту. Принаймні можу відварити якісь сосиски, які ще залишилися. Я справді голодний. Не думав, що доведеться ще тривалий час так страждати. Мрію про курячий бульйон! Шкода, що не вмію приготувати таку страву.
Коли моя дружина була ще вдома, вона готувала чудові пухнасті та з різноманітними начинками пиріжки, соковиті реберця та різні делікатеси. Вдома завжди було чисто і прибрано. Коли я повертався з роботи, все блищало. Навколо панував запах свіжості. А тепер…
Чому я раніше цього не помічав і не цінував? Мені здавалося, що моя дружина Галя не потребує нічого, крім прання, прибирання та приготування їжі…
Одного дня побачив Олену. Вродливу жінку, в короткій спідниці, на високих підборах. Вона виходила з салону краси. Доглянута, єдина в своєму роді та неповторна. Тоді мені здалося, що саме таку я й шукав.
Галя не ходила в салони краси, не витрачала гроші на зачіски, не любила фарбувати волосся. Хоча вона теж була дуже стрункою і гарною дівчиною, просто не захоплювалася всіма цими жіночими речами. Завжди в джинсах і кросівках. Виходила лише в магазин і на роботу, не прагнула іншого життя.
– Я закохався в іншу! – заявив я своїй дружині, коли повернувся додому.
– Хочу бути чесним, не хочу тобі брехати.
Галя зробила вигляд, що не чує моїх слів, і продовжила збивати крем для торта. Навіть не озирнулася. Я не помітив сліз, що текли з її очей…
Вона постійно була втомленою, я не бачив у ній тієї привабливої жінки, з якою одружився, лише домогосподарку. Мабуть, тому мені так сподобалася Олена, і я, зрештою, зв’язався з нею.
Дружина мене залишила, переїхала до своєї матері. Тепер я мию посуд, підлоги і вчуся готувати. Інколи уві сні мені з’являються пиріжки моєї колишньої.
Моя нова партнерка тепер із новим манікюром, тому не може мити посуд. Постійно сидить на дивані, гортає журнали, ходить у перукарню, щоб змінити зачіску. На підлозі лежить кілька суконь, а про її взуття я вже не раз перечепився. Не знає сама, в що вбратися до салону, бо це для неї найважливіша проблема. Вдома нічим не займається, навіть брудні склянки залишила на столику, за яким робила макіяж. Зробила з мене свого слугу, навіщо мені така жінка?
Чому я обміняв свою дружину на такого неробу? Не можу собі пробачити, що здійснив непоправну помилку.
Мушу приготувати собі щось на їжу, такий я голодний…
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