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«Мама, нам пришлось прожить вместе пятнадцать лет, но, возможно, не стоило заводить троих детей» — такие слова я услышала от своего ребенка…
«Мама, мы прожили вместе пятнадцать лет, но, возможно, не стоило заводить троих детей» — эти слова, сказанные сыном, пронзили сердце Антонины Ильиничны, как ледяной ветер.
Когда её тридцатишестилетний Алексей произнёс такое, земля словно ушла из-под ног. Как? Как её мальчик, её гордость, её опора, мог вымолвить такое? Она вспомнила его школьные годы, ту самую Светлану, что отравляла ему жизнь насмешками, пакостями, сплетнями. А теперь он готов ради неё разрушить всё — семью, детей, прожитые годы.
Антонина помнила каждую деталь. Как Светка в школе изводила Лёшу, как он, хоть и занимался самбо, сжимал кулаки, но терпел. Он был воспитанным — не опускался до её уровня. Даже когда сама Антонина готова была ворваться в кабинет директора, потребовать перевода в другую школу, сын лишь отмахивался: «Не стоит, мам, само рассосётся».
После школы Алексей будто расправил крылья. Закончил с золотой медалью, пошли институт, работа, взрослая жизнь. Вырос в умного, крепкого мужчину, уважаемого на работе. И вдруг… на пороге объявилась Она. Светлана. Та самая. Как призрак из прошлого, вернулась, чтобы снова всё испепелить. И Лёша, будто заворожённый, потянулся к ней. Влюбился, простил все старые обиды, даже собрался жениться. А потом — предательство. Она сбежала к другому накануне свадьбы. Сердце разбито, но он не озлобился.
Позже он встретил Надю — дочь подруги Антонины. Всё шло как по маслу: свадьба, трое детей, квартира в Москве. Надя — золото, не кричит, не скандалит, дом держит, хотя уже пять лет не работает, чтобы растить малышей. Казалось, жизнь наладилась.
Но однажды всё рухнуло. В столицу вернулась Светлана. Случайно встретились, перекинулись парой слов — и Лёша словно подменился. Теперь он твердил, что никогда не любил Надю, что сошёлся с ней от отчаяния, что дети — ошибка, попытка заглушить боль от потери Светки. Говорил это равнодушно, будто о посторонних.
Антонина не верила ушам. Неужели он забыл, как та самая Светлана бросила его накануне свадьбы? И теперь, когда у неё не сложилось в Питере, она вернулась, чтобы снова всё разрушить?
Хуже всего — он был готов уйти. Оставить Надю, детей… ради той, что снова позвала. Будто кто-то выключил в нём разум, оставив только слепую, больную привязанность.
Глядя на внуков, Антонина не знала, как им сказать, что отец собрался их бросить. Как смотреть в глаза Наде, которая верила, что они — одна семья? Сердце рвалось на части. Её сын, за которого она молилась, за которого готова была горы свернуть, сам стал причиной чужой боли.
Впервые в жизни она почувствовала себя бессильной. Алексей взрослый, его выбор — его крест. Но разве мать может молчать, когда рушится семья? Разве можно отступить?
Антонина Ильинична знала — она будет бороться. За Надю. За внуков. За то, чтобы сын не потерял себя. Она не позволит этой женщине снова всё разрушить. Даже если придётся пойти против его воли. Потому что материнская любовь — это не всегда «да». Иногда это «нет». Даже если тебя за это возненавидят.
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