In fact, I'm sure: if I get into a room where there are a hundred chairs and one of them is broken, I'll sit on this chair. It seems the whole world is against me. Pantyhose tears the same day I bought them. Even in the most deserted streets, cars block me. Neighbors from the top in the winter started a major overhaul, and it was impossible to stay in the house: the knock of a hammer, the terrible sounds of a drill and saw ... And then my favorite parrot flew away, and half a day I spent in the frost, yelling like crazy: "Kesha! Ke-e-esha! ", Until I was rudely cursed by a formidable old man from a neighboring entrance. Once it seemed to me that there is a short-lived salvation - a dream. Hardly after returning from work, I began to go to bed, and I had dreams: as if in a restaurant I was brought a salad of wooden sawdust or a huge black cat pounced on me. Woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and could not fall asleep until morning. I dreamed of a lethargic dream: all problems would be solved immediately.
Alas! Everything went on. Yesterday I came to work in a new skirt, and the snake was sub-pecked - Valka, secretary-referent, met me with a radiant smile and in a leerine tone remarked: "Oh, today you somehow look particularly bad! But your new skirt is very pretty.
I literally yesterday saw exactly the same fabric in the "Portieres" store. Then the boss announced that I would have a vacation in March, and the lover said that he was sent on a business trip to Paris, and he would not be able to come to my birthday, but he would bring a present. "If you want," he asked, saying good-bye, "will I bring you expensive sexy lingerie?"
"I want to, of course," I said sadly, not giving any particular hopes of what I would bring.
"What color?" Think well.
- Black ... This is the color of lost illusions. Although I doubt that you will bring! Oh, I know these gifts. Last time he promised to bring me from Geneva a real Swiss clock ... And what? Returned and began to excuse himself:
"My love, I'm sorry!" I brought the watch, but by absentmindedness I left it in the car. The wife saw them. I had to say that she was a gift to her. Do not say the same as you! Yes, life is complicated. She always puts me in the wheel. Yesterday, on the way to work in a shuttle bus, I was first called a woman. A disagreeable aunt with a purse said so: "Woman, go into the back of the salon! There you can dance lezginka. " "I do not dance in transport," I sniffed at my aunt with a scornful look. "Female"! Although ... I'm twenty-six, and soon a terrible thirty!
I went to the mirror and peered at myself . Yes, the first formidable signs of wilting are: a vertical wrinkle on the bridge of your nose (you need to frown less), a pair of treacherous rays near your eyes (you should smile less), eyebrows with a stupid house ... I threw myself desperately on the couch. How imperfectly the world is! People must die young and beautiful. I immediately imagined myself lying in a coffin in a wedding dress, delightfully marble, and around everything, wiping away tears, whisper: "She is divine! How did we not see this before? Where were our eyes? "Yaropolk repents that he did not leave his wife in time, and the chief complains that he was unjustly picking on me all the time. I work in a boring basement office for a meager salary. The boss does not notice me. And Polkash, who does not even think of leaving his wife, calls me "My ratchet is clerical!", Which each time leads me into indescribable frenzy. And he only laughs. Spring is coming. Enamored couples will kiss in the twilight, go on picnics, go boating, and someone (not me) will be told in the quiet silence of the cherished words: "Darling, become my wife." And to someone (not to me) in a bright expensive office, and not in our basement, a benevolent boss will address: "I have been watching your work for a long time. You have done a great job lately. It's time to raise you in the position with the appropriate salary. "
And then the summer will come . Everyone will leave on vacation with their beloved men, and I'll stay in the sultry city. And we with the unpleasant Valka will habitually and boringly talk about the weather. - Think, that to another it is even worse, - my mum speaks. "And it will be easier for you." But it never comforted me ... Where ?! Where, tell me, my happiness is lost, my luck, my fate? Why do not we have legalized euthanasia in our country? He lived for twenty-nine years and bye-bye forever on legal grounds! .. All the summer and autumn I was poisoned with life: mosquitoes and flies, rains and sun, parents and neighbors, people on the streets and Valka, indifferent men in luxurious limousines and Yaropolk. Literally everything! One day in the beginning of winter I was traveling in a half-empty subway car. Across from me sat a young mother with a little pretty girl, who gazed at me intently, unceremoniously. "Of course," I began to argue in the usual, melancholy channel. "It's good to be a child." All for you decide. Everything is ahead of you. And here, think only, soon thirty - and no prospects. " Suddenly she heard the girl ask Mama, pointing her finger at me:
- Mom, when I grow up, will I be as beautiful as this aunt?
"Of course, baby," the woman answered.
- Mom, why is Auntie so sad? Or is she just angry? The woman was embarrassed, realizing that I could hear everything, and she said loudly:
"Perhaps this Auntie has a grief."
Everything instantly intermingled in my poor head . On the one hand - "aunt", on the other - "beautiful". With one - "evil", on the other - "grief". So, that's how I look from the side ?! Pretty business! I forced myself to smile at the girl and her mother. They smiled back. And this anguish took me, when I summed up all this, that I decided to drop into the store, buy some wine and get drunk with sorrow. And she did it. Slowly returning from the store, I was half-heartedly happy at least that the day was approaching towards evening. Now the wine is relaxing, and I'll sleep until morning. And the morning of the evening, as you know, is wiser. From the somnambulistic state I was led by an unfamiliar male voice:
"Girl, you look so sad and sad. Something happened?
"Well," I thought bitterly, "I again make the impression of unhappy. A pleasant young man came up to me and looked into my eyes with a smile.
- What do you want from me? - my voice was unfriendly and even rude.
"I want too little from you, or, on the contrary, too much," the stranger said unperturbedly. - That your eyes shine with joy and happiness. Everyone has the right to this. For this we are given life. By the way, have you ever been told that you are a real princess? Yes, yes, believe me!
He accompanied me to the entrance, and we exchanged business cards. The next morning I received from him SMS-ku: "Good morning, princess! Smile! Life is beautiful, like you! "I followed this advice and thought: life seems to be getting better! It looks like my bad luck is ending. I'm starting from scratch!