З життя
Сюрприз від сина після повернення з армії.
Син повернувся з армії з сюрпризом. Зазвичай дівчата приносять пліт, а тут хлопець приїхав з дитиною. Служив Матвій у Прибалтиці, дівчина його чекала вдома з армії, на присягу приїжджала. Але закохався він у місцеву дівчину, молоду зовсім. Вона народила та хотіла написати відмову. І Матвія кинути вирішила.
Він попросив, щоб не відмовлялися від дитини, сказав, що скоро демобілізація, забере доньку. Записали дівчинку Регіною. Дав свою фамілію і по-батькові. Через кілька місяців забрав її і поїхав додому. Батьки є батьки. Спочатку переполох, а потім радість, щастя і турботи. Дівчина така зрада пробачити не змогла. Матвій доньку любив, провину перед коханою не заперечував, вважав, що заслужив.
Згодом з’явилася у нього нова любов. Дуже хотіла заміж, погодилася виховувати чужу дитину. Після весілля Матвій пішов жити до неї, бо молода дружина не захотіла жити з його батьками. Вона сиділа вдома, ростила дівчинку, він працював.
Дитина виявилася вередливою, дружина щодня ходила роздратованою. Одного разу Матвій заїхав додому вдень. Нікого не було, по всьому дому роздавався крик доньки. Знайшов її в плетеному кошику під ліжком. Зверху на дівчинці лежав товстий рудий кіт. Обурений Матвій витягнув доньку, заспокоїв, відніс до своїх батьків. Та так більше і не повернувся до дружини, подав на розлучення.
Дружина вже була вагітна. Після родів принесла доньку Матвію в тому ж кошику. Сказала, що їй потрібно влаштовувати особисте життя. Батьки тягар на себе брати не хочуть, так що або він забирає дитину, або вона віднесе її в притулок. Донька хворіла, їй потрібно було грудне молоко, кожен день він носив дівчинку дружині, просив погодувати. Через кілька днів вона давала йому зціджене молоко, а потім вийшла перев’язана, сказала, що лавка закрилася. Нехай вирішує свої проблеми сам.
Якось прийшла до Матвія сусідка. Сказала, що була у сестри в селі. Там дівчину хтось зґвалтував і вона народила. Молока багато, на трьох вистачить. Крім того, дівчина хороша, просто в житті не пощастило, а тепер хто її візьме з дитиною. Порадилися і вирішили їхати сватати. Матвій погодився на все. Він втомився, був розбитий морально і фізично. Заради дітей готовий був зійтися хоч із ким завгодно.
Спочатку поїхали батьки із сусідкою, яка допомогу взяла сестру. Особливо вмовляти не довелося. Бідна сім’я, прості батьки, і дівчина, як Марічка з казки. Руда, веснянкувата, тільки що не горбата. Навіть жаль було батькам, сина з дітьми в таке ярмо запрягати.
Матвій дивився на ситуацію безучасно. Йому хотілося прилаштувати дітей і спокою. Наспіх вінчалися і привезли дівчину з дитиною додому. Матвій, втомлений, ліг спати. Дружина воркувала з трьома дітьми. Вона вклала їх спати, співала колискову. Так гарно зажурливо співала, що він сам заснув міцним сном.
У домі нарешті настав спокій. Уляна, так звали дружину, чудово справлялася з дітьми, ще й по господарству допомагала батькам. Матвію його дружина підходила у всьому, але як жінка, не приваблювала. Вона й не ображалася.
Так жили — розмірено, без метушні. Дівчатка росли і навіть були схожі одна на одну, як сестри. Матвій удочерив дівчинку Уляни, став багатодітним батьком. Одного разу в село приїхала його перша любов. Матвій місця собі не знаходив, навіть напився. Того вечора вперше обійняв Уляну і якось все влаштувалося.
Він подумав, що вона навіть нічого. З часом все стало на свої місця. Пекучого кохання до дружини не виникло, але він ставився до неї з великою повагою. Звик до її некрасивості і навіть знаходив в ній привабливість.
Коли дочки пішли до школи, Уляна зізналася чоловікові, що чекає дитину. Матвій якось затнувся, тільки видужали троє, але побачивши страх і збентеження в очах дружини, сказав, що де троє, там і четвертому бути. Три няньки виросли, вже нічого не страшно.
Нарешті народився син, Матвій був дуже радий, що хлопчик буде рости в домі. Непомітно діти подорослішали, поїхали за знаннями далі, у доросле життя. Уляні йшов сорок дев’ятий рік.
Матвій відростив невелике черевце, розповнів. Став схожий на місцевого господаря. Жили вони добре. Одного разу він дивився телевізор після ситної вечері. Підсіла дружина.
– Матю…, що хотіла сказати…, дитинка у нас з тобою буде…
– Ти що, злякалася Улє, яка дитина в нашому віці, люди засміють. Хіба в такому віці жінки народжують?
– Сама думала, що все вже… А тут така оказія. Запізно вже думати, Матю, народжуватимемо…
– Ось тобі на, ось це приїхали. Тільки розперилися, тільки для себе нарешті жити почали і знову. Ти мене вбила, дружина.
Вночі засмучена Уляна лежала і схлипувала під бік, потім почала завивати.
– Ну чого кричиш, спати заважаєш! – прикрикнув Матвій на дружину. – Не похорон же, з’явиться нова людина.
– Отже, нелюбимий буде рости, несподіваний, — плакала Уляна.
– Що за дурість ти забила в свою голову! Ну, спантеличено від несподіванки, а хто б не спантеличився в моєму віці… Буде тобі, не можна малюка тривожити. Він повернувся до дружини, обняв, поклав руку на живіт.
Уляна народила рівно до свого п’ятдесятого дня народження. Матвію було трохи більше. Цим дивом знову виявилася дівчинка, яку назвали Євгенією.
Звісно, для немовляти батьки виглядали старуватими. В селі від фізичної роботи на відкритому повітрі старішають швидше.
Народження Євгенії стало святом для всього села, довелося ставити шатра, накривати столи, бо народ ломився на оглядини і вимагав це діло омити.
Дівчинка росла красунею. Чорнява, круглолиця, спокійна, привітна. Старші заміж повиходили, син одружився. Розбіглися діти по світу, а Євгенія стала втіхою на старості років.
Вивчилася, батько дав заощадження на машину, щоб дочка жила в селі, до роботи в місто добиралася без проблем.
Таке от колесо життя. У когось все просто, а у когось зі звихами.
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You Don’t Deserve It — “After my divorce, I thought I’d never be able to trust anyone again,” Andrew said, turning an empty espresso cup between his fingers. His voice broke and trembled so convincingly that Ksenia instinctively leaned closer. “You know, when you’ve been betrayed, it’s like losing a part of yourself. She left a scar I’ll never get over. I truly believed I wouldn’t survive it…” Andrew sighed heavily and talked for a long time—about the wife who never appreciated him, about the pain that wouldn’t let go, about how terrified he was to start over. Every word settled in Ksenia’s heart like a warm pebble, and she already imagined she’d be the woman to restore his faith in love. Together, they would heal his wounds. He’d finally see that real happiness was possible—with her. It wasn’t until their second date, between dessert and coffee, that Andrew mentioned Maxim… “I have a son, by the way. He’s seven. He lives with his mother, but spends every weekend with me. The court decided that.” “That’s wonderful!” Ksenia gave a bright smile. “Children are such a blessing.” She pictured Saturday morning breakfasts for three, trips to the park, cozy evenings watching TV. The boy would need a woman’s care, a mother’s warmth. She would be his second mum—not to replace the real one, of course, but to be someone close, someone he could rely on… “You’re really sure you don’t mind?” Andrew looked at her with an odd smirk that Ksenia mistook for distrust. “Most women run for the hills when they hear I have a child.” “I’m not most women,” she replied proudly. …The first weekend with Maxim was a proper celebration. Ksenia made blueberry pancakes—his favourite, as Andrew had warned her. She patiently sat with a maths textbook, making problems easy to understand, washed his dinosaur T-shirt, ironed his school uniform, made sure he was in bed by nine. “You should take a break,” she told Andrew one day, noticing how he sprawled out on the sofa with the remote in his hand. “I’ve got this.” Andrew nodded—gratefully, so she thought at the time. Now she realised it was the nod of a man accepting what was rightfully his. …Months became years. Ksenia worked as a manager in a logistics company—out at eight in the morning, back at seven at night. The pay was pretty decent, as far as London went. Enough for two. But there were three of them. “They’ve delayed the project again,” Andrew would announce as if reporting a natural disaster. “The client bailed. But there’s a big contract just round the corner, I promise.” The big contract hovered on the horizon for a year and a half. Sometimes it seemed closer, sometimes it drifted away, but it never actually arrived. The bills, on the other hand, showed up right on cue. Rent. Electricity. Internet. Groceries. Child maintenance for Marina. New trainers for Max. School fees. Ksenia paid the lot without complaint. She saved on lunches, brought in tubs of pasta, refused to take a taxi even in the pouring rain. She hadn’t splashed out on a manicure for over a year—did her own nails, trying not to think about how she used to afford pampering at the salon. In three years Andrew gave her flowers exactly three times. She remembered each bunch—cheap, slightly withered supermarket roses from the corner stall, the thorns already broken off. Probably a discount… The first bouquet came as an apology after Andrew called her hysterical in front of Max. The second—after a row when her friend visited with no warning. The third was brought home after he missed her birthday because he stayed out with his mates (or simply forgot…) “Andrew, I don’t need expensive presents,” she tried to keep her voice gentle, choosing every word. “But sometimes, I’d just like to know you’re thinking of me. Even a card…” His face twisted instantly. “Money, it’s always about money with you, isn’t it? Presents, presents. Does love mean anything to you? All I’ve been through, and you complain?” “I didn’t mean—” “You don’t deserve it.” Andrew spat the words at her like mud. “After everything I’ve done for you, you still find something to whinge about.” Ksenia fell silent. She always did—it was just easier that way. Easier to live, easier to breathe, easier to pretend everything was fine. Strangely, Andrew always managed to find money for nights out with friends. Pubs, watching the football, café meetups every Thursday. He’d come home tipsy and cheerful, reeking of sweat and cigarettes, falling onto the bed without noticing Ksenia was still awake. She told herself: this is just how things are. Love means sacrifice. Love means patience. He’ll change. Of course he’ll change. I just have to wait a bit longer, love him a bit harder, give him all the support he needs—he’s been through so much… …Any talk of a wedding was like walking through a minefield. “We’re happy as we are—why do we need a piece of paper?” Andrew would shrug off the subject as if batting away a fly. “After what happened with Marina, I need time.” “Three years, Andrew. Three years is a long time.” “You’re putting pressure on me! It’s always the same with you.” He’d storm out of the room and end the conversation. Ksenia really wanted children. Her own, flesh and blood. She was twenty-eight, and her biological clock seemed to tick louder every month. But Andrew wasn’t up for being a father again—he already had a son, and, in his mind, that was plenty. …That Saturday she only asked for one day. Just one single day. “The girls have invited me round. We haven’t seen each other in ages. I’ll be back by evening.” Andrew looked at her as if she’d just announced plans to run off to another continent. “And Max?” “You’re his dad. You can spend the day with your son.” “So now you’re abandoning us? On a Saturday? When I was planning to have a break?” Ksenia blinked. Then blinked again. In three years she had never left them alone. Not once. She cooked, cleaned, helped with schoolwork, did the washing, ironing—all while holding down a full-time job. “I just want to see my friends. For a few hours… And he’s your son, Andrew. Surely you can spend one day with him without me?” “You should love my son as you love me!” Andrew suddenly roared. “You’re living in my flat, eating my food, and now you’re showing your true colours?!” His flat. His food. Ksenia was the one paying the rent. Ksenia bought the food from her wages. For three years she’d supported a man who shouted at her for wanting a day with her friends. She looked at Andrew—at his twisted face, the vein bulging on his forehead, clenched fists—and for the first time, truly saw him. Not the tragic victim of fate, not some lost soul in need of saving, but a grown man who was a master at exploiting someone else’s kindness. To him, Ksenia wasn’t a beloved partner or a future wife—just a financial backer and unpaid housekeeper. Nothing more. When Andrew left to drop Max off with Marina, Ksenia pulled out a travel bag. Her hands moved calmly, confidently—no shaking, no doubt. Passport. Phone. Charger. A couple of T-shirts. Jeans. The rest she could buy later. The rest didn’t matter. She didn’t bother leaving a note. What was the point of explaining things to someone who never really saw her anyway? The door closed quietly behind her. No drama. The phone calls started within the hour. First one, then another, then a deluge—an incessant ringing that made the phone vibrate in her hand. “Ksenia, where are you?! What’s going on?! I come home and you’re not here! How dare you? Where’s dinner? Am I supposed to go hungry? What’s all this nonsense?” She listened to his voice—angry, demanding, full of self-righteous outrage—and was amazed. Even now, when she’d left, Andrew only thought about himself. His inconvenience. Who would cook for him now? Not a single “sorry.” Not one “are you okay?” Just “how dare you.” Ksenia blocked his number. Then she found his profile in her chat app—blocked it. Social media—blocked. Every avenue he could use to reach her, she built a wall. Three years. Three years of living with a man who didn’t love her. Who used her kindness like it was disposable. Who convinced her that sacrificing herself was what love was all about. But love isn’t like that. Love doesn’t humiliate. Love doesn’t turn a living, breathing person into the hired help. Ksenia walked through the London evening—and, for the first time in ages, breathing came easy. She vowed to herself: never again would she confuse love with self-sacrifice. Never again would she rescue those who only trade on pity. Always, from now on, she would choose herself. Only herself.
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