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Драма під палким сонцем: розрив у спокійній гавані
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Оксана поверталася додому з відпочинку, а серце стискалося від болю. Її чоловік, Тарас, за весь час не написав жодного слова. На вокзалі в Бережанах її ніхто не зустрів… У хаті було темно, вечері не було, а по кімнатах панував безлад. «Мабуть, Тарас увесь час пропадав у своєї мами», — з гіркотою подумала Оксана. Вона дістала другу сумку й почала збирати речі. Саме тоді і застав її чоловік, повернувшись додому.
— Повернулася? — кинув він, зупинившись у дверях. — А я тебе й не чекав! Нагулялася, гадаєш, усе зійде з рук?
Оксана раптом засміялася — гірко, майже істерично.
— Не хвилюйся, я ненадовго, — промовила вона, і голос тріпався від стриманих емоцій.
— Що це має означати?! — насупився Тарас. І раптом його осяяло…
— Тарасю, як же так? Ми ж цю подорож так довго планували! — Оксана була на межі сліз.
Весь рік вона мріяла про цю поїздку. Вони з Тарасом збирали гроші, обирали тур, мріяли про те, як грітимуться на сонці.
— Що я можу зробити? Мама захворіла, треба залишитися, — буркнув Тарас, відводячи погляд.
— Коли потім? Я ж розумію, якби маму до лікарні поклали. Але ж у неї нічого серйозного! — обурилася Оксана.
— В неї вчора температура була! Вона швидку викликала! — спалахнув Тарас.
— Температура була несильна, спала, щойно таблетки випила. Тарасю, це гарячий тур! Якщо зараз не візьмемо, такої ціни більше не буде!
— Знаєш що? Мене бісить твоє егоїстичне зациклення! Я сказав — нікуди не їдемо. Можливо, мамі стане гірше! — відрізав він.
— А в неї ж є донька, — зауважила Оксана. — Хіба вона не може за мамою доглянути?
— Ти ж знаєш, що Мар’янка зайнята. Годі це обговорювати. Поїдемо іншим разом. А взагалі, посидимо вдома. Я мамі допомагатиму з ремонтом. І ти теж.
Тарас вийшов із кімнати, ніби розмова була закінчена. А Оксана розплакалася.
Адже вона працює на ненависній роботі лише заради грошей, а тепер у неї відбирають і довгожданний відпочинок. Вона терпіла нападки начальства, переробляла, стерпіла все заради мрії — теплого моря та яскравого сонця.
Оксана давно хотіла змінити роботу, але Тарас заборонив. Мовляв, тут добре платять. Вони змінили машину, зробили ремонт. А його зарплата завжди йде на мамині примхи — то щось полагодити, то купити. Але й цього мало!
Напевно, це вона наполягла скасувати відпустку. Звикла, що всі навколо неї танцюють. Хто всі? Лише її коханий синок! Донька Тараса, Мар’янка, давно зрозуміла, що з матір’ю краще не сперечатися. Тому він і не просить її допомогти. А от дружині відмовити легше, ніж матері…
Мрії про море віддалялися. Оксана уявила, як замість пляжу буде клеїти шпалери в душній квартирі свекрухи, і зрозуміла — вона цього не витримає.
За півгодини вона підійшла до чоловіка і рішуче заявила:
— Я їду відпочивати. З тобою чи без тебе.
— Що?! Ти зовсім з’їхала?!
— Це ти з’їхав! Я чекала цю відпустку, як дива. А ти вирішив відібрати мрію. Якщо так переймаєшся мамою — залишайся. А я їду.
— І з ким ти поїдеш? — прищурився Тарас.
— Сама.
Він усміхнувся, потім почав нервово ходити по кухні.
— Знаю я, нащо тобі цей відпочинок! Курортного роману захотілося? Пригод на свою голову?
Оксана мовчала, боячись не стриматися.
— Мовчиш? Бо я правий!
— Якщо не довіряєш — поїдемо разом, — проказала вона.
— Я маму не покину, — відрізав Тарас.
— Ну й не покидай…
Оксана вийшла, задихаючись від злості. Чоловік завжди обирає матір, а не її, а тепер ще й звинувачує у чомусь надуманому! Вона ніколи не давала приводу для підозр. Усе, чого вона хотіла — це спокою.
На ранок вона ще раз спитала, чи їде він. Тарас гаркнув, назвавши її дурною. А опісля Оксана повернулася з квитком у руці.
Тарас влаштував скандал. Такого ще не було. Вона запропонувала купити йому тур, але він, мабуть, пішов на принцип. Хоча в чому був сенс, якщо у його мами вже й температури не було?
Врешті, коли вона сідала у потяг, Тарас кинув:
— Можеш не повертатися! Така дружина мені не потрібна!
Оксана їхала зі сльозами на очах, не здогадуючись, що ця подорож змінить її життя назавжди…
На курорті вона одразу забула про проблеми. Тепле море, ласкаве сонце, смачна їжа — все це огорнуло її. Вона написала Тарасові, що все добре, але він не відповів.
Цілий день вона сумувала, а потім — зрозуміла, як чудово бути самій. З Тарасом вони б нікуди не ходили, окрім кафе. А тепер вонаВона стояла на узбережжі, дивилася на хвилі і усміхнулася — відчуваючи, що нарешті починає жити для себе.
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