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Чи даремно ми збудували великий дім? – обурилася свекруха. – Тоді поверніть мені половину вартості!

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– Виходить, ми даремно побудували великий будинок? – обурилась свекруха. – Тоді повертайте за нього половину вартості!

– Мені потрібно з тобою серйозно поговорити, – жінка з коротким волоссям сіла напроти Олени. – Поки ти не вийшла заміж за мого сина, тобі слід знати деякі речі.

Худенька блондинка запитально поглянула на майбутню родичку, яку бачила втретє в житті.

– В общем, якщо ти хочеш увійти в нашу сім’ю, ти повинна знати, що найважливіші люди для Віталія – це його батьки! – з гордістю заявила Лілія Сергіївна. – Нам не потрібна невістка, яка буде керувати моїм сином.

– Хіба я керую? – перебила її Олена.

– Дослухай, будь ласка, мене до кінця! Будь терплячою, – грубо обірвала її жінка.

Дівчина відразу ж збентежено опустила очі та червоніла. Злити матір Віталія їй не хотілося.

Вони нещодавно почали стосунки, і Олена не хотіла впасти в бруд обличчям.

– Так от, – продовжила говорити Лілія Сергіївна, – у нашої сім’ї є наступний план: як тільки Віталій одружиться, ми всі переїдемо в будинок, який майже готовий. Будемо жити великою дружною сім’єю!

– Чудово! – натягнуто усміхнулась дівчина.

Жінка, почувши її слова, дивно підняла брову. Вона зовсім не очікувала, що майбутня невістка так швидко піде на поступки.

– Я дуже рада, що ти з нами згодна! Думаю, ми з тобою подружимось, – хитро підморгнула Олені Лілія Сергіївна.

І відразу ж почала просувати дівчину своєму сину, вихваляючи, яка вона хороша, розумна і турботлива.

Бачачи це, Олена зрозуміла, що зайва підтримка не завадить, тому почала ще більше догоджати жінці.

Вона дарувала їй з будь-якого приводу маленькі подарунки, підкреслюючи свою турботу.

Через рік Лілія Сергіївна, боячись, що син і Олена можуть не одружитися, почала підштовхувати його до важливого кроку.

– Коли ти зробиш пропозицію? – мало не щодня питала у Віталія мати. – Дівчина не дочекатися і піде від тебе, потім будеш кусати лікті…

Трохи подумавши і вирішивши, що вона права, Віталій зробив Олені пропозицію, на яку вона з радістю погодилася.

Витрати на весілля покладали на плечі батьків чоловіка, тому дівчина зайвий раз переконалася в тому, що вибрала досить успішну партію.

Перші три місяці молодята жили в орендованій квартирі, а потім Лілія Сергіївна з захопленням повідомила, що будинок готовий до переїзду.

– Все, збирайте свої речі, і ми своїх заберемо! – радісно сповістила вона сина і невістку.

– Навіщо? Нам і тут добре! – насупилася дівчина, яка й не планувала жити з свекрами.

– Як це навіщо? – розгубилася свекруха. – Ми ж домовлялися, що як тільки будинок буде готовий, переїдемо в нього!

– В’їжджайте, хто вам заважає?! – сплеснула вона носом Олена, різко змінивши ставлення до родички.

Лілія Сергіївна була настільки шокована її заявою, що кілька секунд зберігала мовчання.

– Постривай, ти мені обіцяла, – стримано нагадала жінка.

– Мало що я тоді сказала. Зараз я змінила свою думку і проти спільного проживання з вами! – суворо проговорила Олена. – Ми будемо жити окремо! До речі, якщо ви виїжджаєте, то ми з Віталієм заселимося у вашу квартиру.

– Що? Прибери губу! – скрипнула зубами свекруха. – Шахрайка! – додала вона у сердечному зворушенні і повісила слухавку.

Олена кілька секунд слухала короткі гудки і з недоумінням поклала трубку.

Як тільки вона це зробила, почула, як загорівся телефон у чоловіка, що сидів на кухні.

Дівчина прислухалася і зрозуміла, що Віталію подзвонила Лілія Сергіївна, щоб на неї поскаржитися.

За пів години, коли чоловік нарешті закінчив розмову, Олена зайшла на кухню.

По обличчю чоловіка вона побачила, що він сильно розчарований і сердитий. Віталій поглянув на дружину і строго спитав:

– Що відбувається?

– Що не так? – Олена скрестила руки на грудях.

– Звонила мати. Вона вимагає гроші…

– Що? Які гроші і за що?! – ця новина здивувала дівчину і трохи шокувала.

– За будинок. Що ти їй пообіцяла до шлюбу? – насупився Віталій. – Жити в ньому разом?

– Нічого, – вирішила прикидатися дурненькою Олена.

– Ти ж підтримала її задум щодо будинку, так? – строго спитав чоловік.

– І що з того? Тоді підтримала, а зараз не хочу, – дівчина відвела погляд убік.

– А я от її задум не підтримував, бо думав, що вона займається божевіллям! Будинок стояв три роки, але після нашого одруження мати його добудувала. Виявляється, з твоєї вини! – стиснув зуби Віталій.

– Ну добудувала, і добре, – знизала руками Олена. – Яка проблема?!

Чоловік не встиг їй відповісти, бо йому знову подзвонила мати. Однак він вчинив хитро: сунув свій телефон в руки дружині зі словами:

– Ось і говори!

Лілія Сергіївна, як тільки почула голос невістки, перейшла в наступ.

– Поверніть гроші за будинок! – твердо проговорила вона.

– Які ще гроші? Ви в своєму розумі? – роздратовано фыркнула жінка.

– Через тебе виходить, ми даремно побудували будинок?! – обурилась свекруха. – Тоді повертайте за нього половину вартості.

– Яку ще половину?! – Олена зубами пощелкнула.

– П’ять мільйонів! Ви мені винні п’ять мільйонів! – закричала в трубку Лілія Сергіївна. – Інакше…

– Що ви нам зробите? Я ніяких паперів не підписувала! – з задоволенням відповіла невістка.

– У такому разі ми припинимо з вами спілкуватись! – погрожуючи вигукнула свекруха.

– Боже милостивий! – усміхнулась Олена і закінчила розмову.

Лілія Сергіївна почала вимагати гроші у Віталія, якому доводилося щомісяця віддавати їй по п’ятдесят тисяч гривень.

– Ти таким чином розплатишся зі мною лише через десять років! – обурилася мати. – Або переїжджай в будинок, або збільшуй суми.

Оскільки Віталію не звідки було збільшувати витрати, він погодився на умову матері.

Олена ж цю ідею не підтримала, тому через півроку пара остаточно розпалася.

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