З життя
Залишена з дітьми та без будинку, я знайшла свій промінь надії
Він залишив мене з дітьми і продав будинок — але я знайшла світло в темряві
Галя заклякла, наче світ обвалився, коли Оксанка, племінниця чоловіка, сунула їй зім’ятий аркуш і втекла, слізьми обтираючи очі. Вона відчувала, що щось негаразд — Віктор давно став чужим, ночував у брата, щось бурмотів про ферму. Розгорнула записку. “Галя, я йду, прости. Дітей не залишу, але з тобою більше не житиму. Будинок продав, ось твоя частка. Їдь до матері”. Гроші висипалися на підлогу, а вона стояла, похитуючись, ніби вітер забрав її життя.
Бабуся Дарина прошкутильгала у кімнату, її голос тремтів: “Галинко, що там?” Галя проковтнула сльози. “Все добре, бабцю, йди чай пити, печиво підгорить”. Аромат ванілі змішався з гірким запахом пригорілого тіста. Вона чекала цього — чутки від Світлани, дружини брата Віктора, доходили нечітко, але Галя їх відганяла. Тепер правда лежала перед нею, холодна та гостра, як ніж.
Іванко заглянув з вулиці: “Мамо, дядько Петро кличе”. Вона накинула пальто і вийшла. Сусід зніяковів: “Здрастуйте, Галино… Я купив будинок для своєї Ксенії… Але живіть, скільки потрібно”. Галя випрямилася: “Дайте три дні, я з’їду”. Захлопнула двері, не слухаючи його “куди ж ти”. Іванко підбіг, розчервонілий: “Мамо, де тато?” Вона обняла його, вдихнула рідний запах потної голівки і тихо заплакала. “Пішов, синочку”. — “Я його знайду!” — “Не треба, ми сильні, впораємось”.
Катруся хникала, Галя посадила дітей за стіл, а сама зайшла до бабусі Дарини. Та сиділа біля вікна, плечі тремтіли. “Галю, запиши мене в дім для старших”. — “Здуріла? Їдемо разом”. — “Куди?” — “Поки не знаю”. Галя зателефонувала матері, але та тільки зітхала: “Іди до нього, кинь йому гроші у вічі!” — “Ні”. Мати не могла допомогти — у неї була інша сім’я, вітчим давно вигнав Галю з дому. А бабуся Дарина, сестра її покійної бабусі, залишилася нікому не потрібною після розформування села. Дочки відмахнулися, і Галя дала їй притулок шість років тому. Тепер вони — одна родина.
Телефон знову подав сигнал. Мати: “Куди подінеш бабусю Дарину?” — “Не до тебе”. Галя поклала трубку, взяла стару записну книжку, набрала номер. “Тьотю Гале, я з Віктором розійшлася, бабусю Дарину до тебе привезу?” — “Ні, у мене тиск!” Трубка замовкла. Галя подивилася на дітей і бабусю. В плацкартному вагоні, худорлява жінка з сумними очима, серйозний хлопчик, жвава дівчинка і старенька, що витирає сльози. Вона їхала туди, де могла знайти вихід.
“Вітаю, тату”, — сказала Галя, стоячи на порозі. Батько розгубився: “Дітки? Бабуся Дарина?” — “Дай ключі від моєї квартири, що бабуся Маша мені заповіла”. Він перестав метушитися: “Проходьте, Людмило, щастя ж яке!” Мачуха усміхнулася: “Яка готель, ми ж не чужі”. Але через три дні Галя почула її шепіт: “Коли ж з’їдуть гості?” — “Тату, що з квартирою?” Людмила кинула ложку: “Немає ніякої квартири, ми з твоєю матір’ю продали її, гроші поділили!” Батько не дивився в очі. Галя стиснула кулаки: “Три дні”.
Знайти орендоване житло виявилося пеклом. “З дітьми не здаємо”, “Чи немає чоловіка?”, “Заплатіть за три місяці наперед”. Знайти роботу — ще гірше. “Без досвіду не беремо”, “Маленькі діти? Вибачте”. Але згодом з’явився Борис: “Молода, швидко навчиться. Три дні на навчання — і вперед, здавати квартири”. Галя видихнула. Переїхали в тісну кімнатку з туалетом і душем у сусідки. Діти раділи: “У нас свої кімнати?” Бабуся Дарина плакала: “Тягар я тобі”. — “Ми сім’я, чуєш? Ти моя помічниця”.
Борис Аркадійович запросив її вчитися на юриста: “Фірма зростає, потрібна людина”. Галя прошепотіла бабусі: “Іти?” — “Іди, дитино”. Час минав. Іванко виріс, Катя закінчила школу. Вони купили квартиру — свою, справжню. “Мамо, це все наше?” — “Так, і для гостей кімната”. А потім зателефонувала тітка Галя: “У мами день народження, ти приховала, що її нема?” — “Я дзвонила, ти ховалася”. — “Які заощадження?” — “Вам видніше”. Галя вимкнула трубку, усміхнулася. Біля могили бабусі Дарини вона прошепотіла: “Пам’ятаєш Сергія? Він дав мені три дні на роздуми. Я скажу так”.
Сонце визирнуло з-за хмар, обійняло її променями. Галя відчула тепло — наче бабуся Дарина поруч. “Ми впоралися, бабцю”. Дома чекали діти, нове життя, чоловік, який її любив. А десь далеко Віктор залишився з грішми, але без родини. Хто втратив більше? Вона підняла очі до неба і подумала: “Дякую, що дала мені ці три дні”. Можливо, все було не марним? Можливо, варто пережити темряву, щоб побачити світло?
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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! 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