We shared with her equally the joy and sadness. And now...
When my friend and I were introduced: "I'm Sasha! And this is Natasha!" - All were interested: "Probably, sisters?" Besides, Nata and I were absolutely different. The thing was in the "optical effect": we spent so much time together and knew each other so well that they seemed to be relatives in outward appearance.
You, yes, I
The youthful "wonderful years" were not the easiest. I was disliked by the class teacher, my parents did not understand, the guy preferred the other ... Natasha saved me with sympathy, advice - and just my presence.
We graduated from one university . Natasha "ohmurila" the first handsome man and began to master the profession of wife and mother. And I was waiting for the only decent drama theater in our city ... A couple of years my girlfriend got the status of a single mother: the best performer of the role of Don Juan was unsuitable for the role of a faithful spouse.
And I realized that our provincial serpentarium would lead me to the department of neurology. I urged Natalya that not all the gentlemen frighten off the presence of the child, she inspired me to conquer the capital ... "How will I leave you?" - I waved my arms. "Without panic," Natasha laughed, "the salaries there will allow every weekend to relax in their historical homeland!" Everything was formed. Both her and me. True, Natasha Kohl receives a modest salary, and she has to "spin", and from me uninterrupted rehearsals and tours squeeze out seven sweats ... But at first we really saw each other often.
Gradually, the conversation turned into "virtual". Sms-ki, ICQ, Skype ... Smiley instead of greeting, smiley instead of answer ... Despite the richness of life, I lacked cordial communication, friendly support. I understood: I can not so privately, with any of the current acquaintances, share, be silent, understand each other without words ...
Natasha during this time moved away. I did not even come to a very important premiere for me. "It's a mess," I said to myself ...
And what about me?
... In my heartfelt letter, Natasha answered ICQ in a few days. "Yes, long time no see ... Maybe you're coming to us?" I explained that I can not leave now: I'm overwhelmed with work. "But in the morning all will be yours! We'll sit and chat and take a walk!" - "You know, with finances it's difficult ..." - "Natasha, I take it upon myself!"
The blinker blinked in the window: "Oh ... I'm embarrassed ... Well ... I guess I'll take your debt ..." - "I'm waiting for you, disappearing! Only to be warned in advance! In order for me to meet you, I cleaned the chair bed, the department released ... "
We were writing off for several more months . With the same result. Natasha promised everything, I called everything. And then one day, like a snow on my head: "I'll be with you tomorrow, for only one day." The Vasilievs (remember them?) Go to the concert, decided to go with them ... I'll call! "
"Wait," I was taken aback, "tomorrow everything is clogged from morning till night, at the last moment you will not abolish it." "It's a pity," Natalia corrected. "Well, do not worry, we'll cross again!"
I was overwhelmed by a hot wave of resentment, I walked away from the computer, not to say anything sharp. How come, Nat? To me, you, then, could not get out! Even when I almost offered tickets! And now it turns out that financial problems do not stop you from skating. And I'm not in this city for you - the most important! ..
Brewing tea, I'm a bit "away." Yes, close relationships at a distance are cooling down. Probably, you need to somehow "warm up" them? Be more careful ... I went to write something conciliatory, but the Internet "fell."
The next morning I woke up without pink optimism. I remembered cool Natashkin's excuses ... Perhaps I'm simply not interested in her. And only in vain do I humble with my sentiments a la "how I missed you." It is better not to impose oneself on man!
Natasha did not call me on the day of my visit. I told her too. And my heart aches, my aching ...