Життя
Я не знала, ким є моя сестра
Зараз мені 24. Майже 7 років тому я дізналася всю правду про мою сім’ю. Чесно, я не очікувала цього. Хочу розповісти вам про це.
Була зима, мою маму поклали в лікарню на збереження. Термін був уже великий. Через кілька днів до неї підселили ще одну жінку – Надію, яка була без свідомості. Мама каже, що їй було трохи більше 40. На наступний день вона прокинулася – розповідає Lady Mega.
Виявилося, що вагітність у неї проходить досить важко. Про це говорили медсестри. Всю ніч мама не спала, переживала за жінку. Але все обійшлося добре. Надя прокинулася, встала на ноги.
Вони з мамою познайомилися, розговорилися. Мама дізналася, що їй 41, вона все своє життя прожила в глухому селі, була сиротою. Працювала в магазині, а ця дитина повинна була стати її первістком, якого вона так довго чекала. Чоловіка в неї не було теж. Вона не говорила, від кого ж народить цю дитину, та й мама не питала.
Її теж поклали на збереження через певні ускладнень. Мама говорила, що до неї медсестри ставилися з якоюсь зневагою. Начебто б не хотіли мати з нею справу. Але Надя була доброю і м’якою жінкою, навіть не звертала на це увагу. Знала, що міські люди не так вже й добре ставляться до сільських, але все ж посміхалася всім, випромінюючи добро і щастя.
Вона була красивою маленькою жінкою. Мама каже, що єдине, що видавало в ній жінку – це руки. Вони відразу ж подружилися. Їм здавалося, ніби знали один одного вже 100 років. Дали собі обіцянку, що після пологів будуть підтримувати зв’язок, незважаючи ні на що.
Мама відчувала незрозумілу повагу до цієї сильної жінки, яка збиралася ростити свою дитину в повній самоті, без будь-якої підтримки. Саме тому вона попросила мого батька приносити продукти і для неї. Надя раділа, була дуже вдячна. Вона навчила маму в’язати, розповідала, як можна спекти смачний тортик і т.д.
І ось, одного разу вночі мама прокинулася від жахливих криків. Виявилося, що це Надя. Її відвезли в реанімацію. Мама постійно запитувала у медсестер про її стан. Вони говорили, що поки ще нічого не відомо. Весь цей час вона була без свідомості. Мама плакала, не могла заспокоїтися. І ось, тієї ночі їй приснився сон.
Вона лежала в палаті, як раптом зайшла Надя в білій нічній сорочці. Вона підійшла до неї, поцілувала в щічку і сказала:
–Маша. От і все. Я їду. Але вони кажуть, я не можу з собою взяти дитину. Будь ласка, візьми з собою Анжеліку та виховай її як свою. Знаю, що у тебе величезне добре серце. Знайдеться місце і для Анжеліки. А я буду вам допомагати, чим зможу. Буде у вашій родині щастя і достаток. Вона ще раз поцілувала маму і пішла.
Мама прокинулася в сльозах. Зрозуміла, що це був непростий сон. Раптом зайшла медсестра і повідомила, що вночі Надя померла.
-А дитина? – запитала мама.
–З неї все добре, хоч і народилася недоношеною, – відповіла медсестра.
Мама, природно, була в подиві. Вони з татом точно не планували мати відразу 2 дітей. Але Надя ж попросила …
Скоро у мами почалися перейми, і вона народила двійню! Мене і мого брата. Мама і тато були на сьомому небі від щастя. «Де двоє, там і троє», – подумали вони і оформили документи на усиновлення.
Через кілька днів ми всі разом повернулися додому.
Час йшов. У нас була щаслива і дружна сім’я. Мама і тато любили нас всіх, ніколи не показували, що Анжеліка не є їх рідною донькою. До речі, вона недавно вийшла заміж за коханого чоловіка і поїхала за кордон. Так що вона поки не знає правду. Але я збираюся розповісти їй про це. Вона має право знати, якою прекрасною жінкою була її мама.
Надя, як і обіцяла, допомогла нам. Вона снилася мамі тоді, коли у неї був важкий період в житті, коли вона не знала, що робити в тій чи іншій ситуації.
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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. So you owe me £8,000. — You can do the sums, can’t you! — he snorted. — Don’t get carried away… — And you owe for cleaning too! I won’t nit-pick, just pay me ten grand and we’ll call it even. — Or what? You’ll go to court? There’s no contract. — I’ll tell Tamila—remember, your mother-in-law owns this flat. Edward’s face changed, but he recovered quickly. — Who’d believe you? — he huffed. — You know what? I don’t want to see you. Get out now. — You’ve got three days, darling. No ten grand, and there’ll be a scandal, — Lida replied, heading for a cheap hostel. She’d managed to save some of the housekeeping money. On the fourth day, having had no answer, Lida went back to the flat. Tamila, the mother-in-law, was there. Lida could see from Edward’s face she’d never get paid. So she told Tamila everything. — She’s making it all up! 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