Цiкаво
Хотіла знайти права, а знайшла два закордонних паспорти з однаковими візами
Я заміжня, чоловік у мене хороший. Він багато працює, та й заробляє також. Я завжди пишалася їм, тому що він був розумний, завжди розважливий. Я ніколи його ні до кого не ревнувала, навіть не думала, що він зможе піти на зраду.
Нехай він багато працює, часто затримується на роботі. У нього багато відряджень, в які він їздить по кілька днів. Але я нічого не кажу, ми живемо в хорошому будинку, у нас все є, мені гріх скаржитися. Нещодавно чоловік попросив поїхати з ним в аеропорт на нашій машині, тому що був великий багаж. А я повинна була потім машину назад відігнати додому. Це все повинно було трапитися сьогодні ввечері, а я ніяк не могла знайти свої права.
Я почала шукати їх по всьому будинку, все перерила, але прав ніде не було. Тоді я пішла до кабінету до чоловіка, вирішила, що може бути там, разом з його документами лежать. Переглянула все на його столі і на полицях, думала, що доведеться здавати заново.
Поки дивилася права у чоловіка на столі, побачила, що з нижнього ящика стирчить ключ. Ніколи до цього я не бачила цього ключа, а ящик завжди був закритий. Тому мене расперла цікавість, і я залізла в цю шафу. Там були різні папки, документи, вирішила подивитися, що під ними, підняла, а звідти вивалилися закордонні паспорти. Я була здивована, ми ніколи не були за кордоном.
Відкрила я перший паспорт, це був паспорт чоловіка, а там штамп на штампі. І країни різні Таїланд, В’єтнам, Емірати, Єгипет, Туреччина та інші. Подивилася дату вильоту і прильоту, подумала в голові. Всі ці перельоти відбувалися якраз тоді, коли чоловік був у відрядженнях. Була в шоці, нічого не сказати. Але подальший шок мене чекав далі, коли я відкрила другий паспорт. А там на фотографії молода дівчина, і штампи у неї такі ж, як і у чоловіка, і дати вильотів збігаються.
Сиділа на підлозі біля столу чоловіка, з очей текли сльози, але що я могла зробити. Про права вже забула. Подзвонила чоловікові, сказала, що не зможу сьогодні його супроводжувати в аеропорт. Поїхала до подруги, він полетів. Я показала подрузі ці паспорти, а вона мені сказала, що остання віза зроблена зовсім недавно, по ній ще ніхто не літав.
Чекала чоловіка з відрядження, а сама місця собі не знаходила. Коли він приїхав, все було як завжди. Але в якийсь момент він прийшов з роботи і почав щось шукати в своїх ящиках, видно було, що не може знайти. Я гордо зайшла до нього в кабінет, витягла ці два паспорти, сказала йому, що не це він шукає. Він спокійно подивився на мене, взяв паспорта і пішов одягатися. Я дивувалася, думала, він почне викручуватися, придумувати відмовки. А він тільки спокійно мені сказав, що не потрібно пхати свого носа в чужі справи.
Перед відходом додав, що він мене любить, робить для мене все, якщо мені це не подобається, то він може все виправити. Та пішов. Я знову сиділа на підлозі і дивилася на двері. Потім зателефонувала подрузі, сказала, що може і не потрібно було шаріться в документах чоловіка. Може бути просто треба закривати очі на все це. Адже він вдома, нікуди не збирається йти.
Подзвонила чоловікові, вибачилася, він сказав, що все в порядку. Ми продовжили жити далі, але у мене було вже все не так всередині. Зараз, коли він їхав у відрядження, я надумувала собі всякого, що він там з іншого. З тих пір навіть з кишень його нічого не дістаю перед пранням. Не дай Бог ще чогось дізнатися.
До речі, права я знайшла, вони лежали в моїй старій сумочці.
Is the Orchid Really to Blame? “Polly, take this orchid or I’m throwing it out,” Kate said, carelessly picking up the clear pot from the windowsill and handing it to me. “Thanks, Kate! But what’s wrong with this orchid?” I was surprised. After all, three more gorgeous, well-tended orchids stood in her window. “It was a wedding gift for my son. And you know how that all ended,” Kate sighed heavily. “I know your Denis got divorced before their first anniversary. I won’t ask why—I bet it was a serious reason. Denis adored Tanya,” I said gently, not wanting to reopen a fresh wound. “I’ll tell you the full story one day, Polly. For now, it’s just too much,” Kate said, getting a bit teary. I brought the “banished” and “rejected” orchid home. My husband looked sympathetically at the wilting plant. “Why do you want that poor thing? There’s no life in it. Even I can see that. Don’t waste your time,” he insisted. “I want to revive it. Give it some love and care. You’ll see—soon you’ll be impressed by this orchid!” I replied, determined to breathe life back into the drooping flower. He winked playfully: “Who ever turns down a bit of love?” A week later, Kate called: “Polly, can I come over? I can’t keep this bottled up anymore. I want to tell you everything about Denis’s failed marriage.” “Of course, Kate. I’m here whenever you need me,” I assured her—remembering how she’d supported me through two rocky marriages of my own… After all, we’d been friends for years. Kate arrived within the hour, settled in the kitchen, and for hours, over a glass of dry wine, a mug of coffee, and some dark chocolate, she shared the whole, tangled tale. “I never imagined my ex-daughter-in-law was capable of such things. Denis and Tanya were together for seven years. Denis left Annie—who I adored, by the way—for Tanya, who was just stunning. He was absolutely besotted, following her around like a lovesick puppy. Tanya looked like a model—men couldn’t help but stare. But for all those years, they never had a child. I figured Denis wanted everything by the book—get married, then have kids. Denis is private, and we never pried. Finally, Denis told us: ‘Mum, Dad, I’m marrying Tanya. We’ve booked the registry office. I’m throwing a huge wedding—no expense spared.’ He was thirty. We were thrilled that he’d finally settle down. But, Polly, the wedding date had to be postponed twice—once Denis got sick, then I was held up at work. It felt odd, but Denis was glowing with happiness—I didn’t say anything. Denis even wanted to have a church wedding with Father Christopher, but the priest was called back to his home parish. Nothing was going smoothly. It seemed like the world was warning us… The wedding was spectacular, noisy, extravagant. Here—look at the wedding photo. You see that orchid? Glorious, in full bloom. Its leaves stood tall like soldiers. And now? Just limp rags remain of it. …Denis and Tanya planned their honeymoon in Paris, but right at the airport, Tanya was barred from leaving the country—something about an unpaid fine. Denis swatted away these troubles like flies. …But then Denis got seriously ill. Ended up in hospital, things looked grim. Doctors were at a loss. Tanya visited for a week, then bluntly told him: ‘Sorry, but I can’t handle being married to an invalid. I’m filing for divorce.’ Polly, imagine my son—bedridden—hearing that. But he only said: ‘I understand, Tanya. I won’t fight you.’ So they divorced. But Denis got better—thanks to a wonderful doctor named Peter. And Peter had a lovely 20-year-old daughter, Mary. At first, Denis turned up his nose: ‘She’s just a slip of a girl—not even pretty.’ ‘Give her a chance, son. Looks aren’t everything. You’ve already had a model for a wife…Better to be happy drinking water together than sipping honey in sorrow.’ …Time passed. Mary totally fell for Denis—called all the time, trailed after him everywhere. So we tried nudging them together—day at the park, barbecue, campfire. Denis looked miserable, barely noticing Mary’s devotion. I told my husband: ‘It’s hopeless. Denis is still obsessed with Tanya. She’s a thorn in his heart.’ …Three or four months later—ding dong! It’s Denis, holding that infamous orchid. ‘Here you go, Mum—remnants of past happiness. Do as you like with it—I’m done with it.’ I took it reluctantly and basically ignored it, blaming the poor flower for my son’s heartbreak. One day, a neighbour says: ‘Kate, I saw Denis with that petite girl. His ex-wife was more glamorous, for sure.’ But then Denis announced, hand-in-hand with Mary: ‘Meet my wife—Mary. We got married quietly at the registry office, then Father Christopher married us in church. Mum, Dad, no big fuss this time! It’s forever now.’ I pulled him aside: ‘Denis, are you sure you love her? Is this for revenge against Tanya?’ ‘No, Mum. I’m over it. That woman is my past—I’m done even saying her name. Mary and I are right for each other.’ And that’s the tale, Polly. Kate finished her story, right down to the last detail. …Two years passed. Life swept us along. But the orchid? It flourished again—blooming beautifully after care and love. Flowers know how to say thank you. I met Kate at the hospital maternity ward: ‘Hi, mate! What brings you here?’ ‘Mary just had twins—being discharged today!’ Kate beamed. Denis and his dad hovered nearby, Denis clutching red roses. Out came exhausted but glowing Mary, with two sleeping bundles in tow. Then came my daughter, holding my own new granddaughter. Meanwhile, Tanya was begging Denis for forgiveness and a fresh start. …But glue a broken teacup, and no one really wants to drink from it…
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