"What's the name of a beautiful stranger?" - he immediately went to active action.
"Alena," I said, barely audible.
"We'll know each other, Ruslan," and pressed closer than it should be in a slow dance.
We swayed to the rhythm of a smooth melody, like seaweed in the water. I inhaled his smell and suddenly I remembered the program about pheromones that I watched a couple of days ago: "Really, is there really chemistry in the relationship? I still do not really know him, but I'm already going crazy about him! "The fairy tale lasted for several months. I learned love, being a diligent student. Everything was new, unfamiliar: the experience, the expectation of a meeting, the problems of a loved one and ... the need to forgive ...
I had to do this more often, although I did not understand the reasons for my guilt. A naive girl, properly educated on the basic principles of care, respect, tolerance. Dissatisfied? - It was necessary to remain silent. Did you quarrel? - You are the one to blame. But in another way I did not want. Liked just ... Six months later, I already began to choke on this love. Reproaches poured down on me like a bucket. I was to blame for everything: I did not look at the man in the minibus for too long, I went home from the institute for too long, wrote down the phone number of the classmate in the notebook, did not speak hotly enough at parting: "I love", inappropriately laughed ...
After a while, I began to feel irritated. At first I tried to establish relations, to understand his complex character, but sometimes such hatred arose that became frightening. It was hard to believe that the fairy tale had become a soap bubble, a pacifier. At such moments, I feverishly showed him my love, as if trying to convince myself in some way. This went on for a long five years. Everyone has long been accustomed to our "passionate" relationships, joking and calling us "an Italian family". And, of course, they were interested in the date of the wedding. And I was shivered from these questions, because Ruslan first offered me a hand and heart a year after we met.
Even then we began to quarrel violently , because my patience was no longer enough. I snapped at his constant accusations, and naturally he did not like it: "How?" Do women know how to speak? You should be happy, because I teach you life, confused! "- he told me somehow, and I first slapped him. Ruslan was astonished, but even more frightened. For a while he even changed a little, ceased to grumble forever, surrounded me with tenderness and affection: after all, he loved me, but too in his own way. That's when the phrase "be my wife" sounded, which was repeated quite often, but with some pauses. I evaded the answer ... Once Ruslan left for another city for three months: the firm instructed him to establish the work of their new branch. In my heart, I was happy to breathe, because in recent times he has become simply unbearable. On the first day of his departure, I went with my friends in a cafe. We saw very seldom: Ruslan believed that they were bad for me. We rested, but at the height of the fun I turned a bottle of champagne at the guy sitting at a nearby table.
She drew her head in horror from the horror to her shoulders , waiting for the torrent of battle. Ruslan in this situation would have accurately called me, so I did not expect anything good from this guy. I had such a "sweet" feature: in the hands of constantly something broke, fell, crashed. Ruslana has always been enraged. But the guy smiled and said cheerfully:
"I've long dreamed of bathing in champagne!" I made some noise, and he asked for my phone number. In shock from what I'm doing, I scribbled the numbers on a napkin. Vlad escorted me home. We began to meet. Three months flew by like an instant. I have not been so happy for a long time! Yes, and I have nothing to compare with: I have only Ruslan in my whole life. How did Vlad differ from him! Even my absent-mindedness did not anger him, he called me: "My favorite misfortune." Ruslan called every day and even managed to humiliate me by phone. Vlad knew about him, I immediately told him everything. Despite this, before the arrival of Ruslan, he made me an offer and I ... agreed! Before landing on the plane Ruslan called me. I answered. The handset was trembling. He again said something insulting, and then, wanting to iron out what had been said, he asked me:
"Will you ever decide on a wedding?" I took more air into my lungs and blurted out in one breath, blinking:
"There will be a wedding." But, alas, not with you ... I have never heard such curses in my life! Ruslana, I have never seen ...
Two years, as I'm married to Vlad, we raise a son, and I have never regretted this choice for all this time. It's good that my heart listened.