З життя
Выскочка оставил меня ради городской богачки — все из-за моего сельского происхождения!
Нахал покинул меня ради столичной миллионерши — всё из-за моего деревенского происхождения!
Меня зовут Анна Волкова, и живу я в Кимрах, где бескрайние луга Владимирской области сливаются с сосновыми борами. На днях в булочной я нечаянно столкнулась с университетской подругой Светланой Смирновой. В её глазах читалась тревога, будто душа её висела на волоске. Она уговорила отправиться в кафе — поболтать по-старинке. Пока я ждала её за столиком, ломала голову: мы не виделись с института. Ходили слухи, что Света порвала с женихом Дмитрием при загадочных обстоятельствах и сбежала в родную деревню под Кимрами. Кто бы мог подумать, что он, исчезнувший на годы, снова объявится в городе!
Разговор начался с воспоминаний о юности — той поре, когда каждая минута была пропитана надеждами. Потом Света развязала язык. Оказалось, после расставания с Дмитрием её жизнь перевернулась. Они грезили о свадьбе, детях, доме у реки — казалось, их союз скреплён навек. Дмитрий представлялся ей защитником, тем, с кем не страшны любые бури. Но однажды всё рухнуло. Вместо кольца он холодно заявил, что деревенская девчонка без связей и капитала — балласт для его карьеры. Ему требовалась жена из высшего общества — с деньгами, которые откроют все двери.
Сердце Светы превратилось в осколки. Собрав волю в кулак, она пожелала ему «счастья» — кислее квашеной капусты — и умчалась в родительский дом. Там, работая в сельской конторе, пыталась залечить раны. Судьба свела её с Алексеем — парнем без высшего образования, но с умом острым, как топор, и сердцем шире Волги. Они расписались, сбежали от родительских вздохов в райцентр. Жили скромно, но дружно. Когда родились дети, Алексей рискнул — заложил дедову избу, перебрались в Москву.
Он устроился в автосервис, руками золотыми двигатели собирал. Света, с её бухгалтерским дипломом, легко нашла работу. Но денег вечно не хватало. Тогда Алексей шагнул в омут — открыл свою мастерскую. Клиенты повалили толпой — слава о мастере разнеслась по всему району. За десять лет брака они ни разу не поругались. Света каждый день благодарила судьбу, что та уберегла её от спесивого Дмитрия.
Прошлое напомнило о себе весной. На рынке Света лицом к лицу столкнулась с бывшим. Хотела пройти мимо, но он окликнул. Долго разглядывал, потом выдавил: «Боже, Света, ты расцвела! Краше, чем в юности». Оказалось, женился на столичной львице — наследнице сети магазинов. Та лишь делала вид, что влюблена: спорила с подружками, что соблазнит провинциала. После развода он остался без гроша и друзей.
«Брось этого деревенщину! — вдруг завопил он. — Вернёмся, будем как раньше!» Его наглость ударила в голову, словно самогон. Света молча развернулась и ушла — второй раз хлопнув дверью перед носом у того, кто когда-то разбил её жизнь.
Теперь я понимаю: судьба — как матрёшка. Дмитрий гнался за позолотой, а нашёл ржавчину. Света же, простая сельская девчонка, построила счастье на фундаменте из честного труда. Алексей подарил ей крепкий дом, звонкий смех детей, дело, что кормит всю семью. А её бывший? Остался у разбитого корыта, жуя тоску да зависть.
Подругам на заметку: иногда предательство — не конец, а трамплин. Света потеряла фальшивое золото, но обрела настоящее — тёплое, как самовар зимой. Её победа — в упрямстве сибирской берёзы, что гнётся под ураганом, но не ломается. А такие, как Дмитрий, вечно будут метаться между чужими порогами, теряя главное. История Светы доказала: из пепла можно выстроить терем — прочный, как кремлёвская стена, и светлый, как берёзовая роща под Кимрами.
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