I was absolutely sure that my husband Vadik is no exception to the rules and is also not indifferent to the blond beasts. As luck would have it, in the department, which Vadik directs, there are several fairies - one blondes of the other. Well, tell me, what kind of quiet life can there be after this? Over the past two years, I twice suffered severe stress, finding on the lapel of a blessed jacket a long golden hair. Naturally, every time she demanded a detailed report from Vadim. And both times he naturally portrayed himself as holy innocence, slapping his eyelashes.
"You do not put noodles on my ears," I stopped him. - Is it better to explain in Russian how the hair got on your jacket?
- At us in firm full blondes work! Even the venerable Tamara Markovna, in her old age, found out-she was repainted in platinum color. I hope you're not jealous of her?
She's three times grandmother!
- And the rest of your ladies-blondes are also grandmothers? I asked skeptically.
- The rest of the spring moult, - tried to laugh Vadim. "They do their hair a hundred times a day, their hair is flying around the office like poplar fluff."
"Look at me!" - I threatened my husband with a finger. Vadik beat himself with his fist in the chest, hotly swore that he could not look at blondes, that he had an allergy to this color of hair, and in general he loves, and will only love me and will remain faithful to the grave. Of course, after such confessions we were reconciled, and my vigilance was temporarily dormant. But six months ago I again lost my peace and now it's a long time. The fact is that she accidentally found a photograph in her husband's pocket. I do not shy about his things, but periodically I carry out audits, solely for preventive purposes. So, in the inner pocket of blue in a striped jacket found a picture! I decided to consider it very carefully.
In the photo there was an unfamiliar office. In the foreground - a covered table. Judging by the lack of glassware, obviously a corporate booze. Of all the faces only one friend - my Vadik. He sits at the very center of the table and gently hugs the girl with long blond hair by the shoulders. The girl's muzzle is pretty, and her brains are probably doll-like. Eyes like two buttons, just not the slightest sign of intelligence! I was terribly angry, I wanted to tear the photo into small shreds, but then came to my senses in time, because this is just a clue.
Yes, even what! Waited for Vadik from work, pinned him to the wall. He looked at the photo and laughed:
- Wreath, are you again for yours? And not tired? Yes, I do not even remember the name of this girl!
"So you have so many that you can not remember all of them?" File the card!
- Vitka, I had nothing with her. Do you remember that I recently went on a business trip to the Odessa branch? Here I got on someone's birthday, and I was invited to a party.
"It's understandable," I nodded. "But why are you hugging with this girl?"
- Yes, I do not embrace her! Just put his hand on the shoulder in a friendly manner. By the way, not to her alone. Look, - Vadik put a photo under my nose. "You see, I put a hand on my shoulder to the peasant on my left!" In short, we quarreled and did not talk for a week. Offended at each other. For four months my husband behaved exemplary, there was nothing to find fault with. And suddenly he says:
"Gather my bag." I'm on a business trip.
- Where is it going? I ask suspiciously. He blinked his eyelashes with naivety and finally confessed: "To Odessa ... To our branch".
- What, do you miss the maid on your mermaid? - I could not resist the indignation. In general, they again quarreled. I broke the plates in my heart (I chose the old ones so as not to be pitiful), and Vadik proudly left, slamming the door, and did not even say goodbye.
He left, but my heart almost did not jump out of anger. He will be entertained with this beauty for three days in Odessa, then he will come, he will come up with three boxes, but should I trust his stories? No, dear, this number will not work with me! Not on the wrong! I will not sit and wait until you confess one moment: "Forgive me, dear, I fell in love with my ears. We disperse like in the sea ships "... You will not wait! I quickly left things in my bag and rushed to Odessa. But the closer she approached, the more sophisticated the mental punishment became to the traitor. I decided not to limit myself to divorce, but to buy a mink fur coat for the money that he put aside for the purchase of a boat. My revenge will be terrible!
And so I enter the French Boulevard (somewhere here is the office of their Odessa branch). The taxi driver, at my request, is traveling slowly. And suddenly I see ... On the sidewalk (heels clicks like hoofs) is the same Barbie doll from the photo. I jump out of the car - and on all sails to her. "Do you know Vadim Zubchenko?" An honest man has nothing to hide. If the girl answered that yes, they say, I know this, I would have found out her relationship intelligently and civilized. But she lifts her slender legs and says with puppet sponges: "No. For the first time I hear, I'm sorry ... "I did not tolerate such insolent lies and grabbed Barbie in the patrols. And, of course, she began to express to her all that I think. The mermaid was frightened, backed away from me: "What are you doing? Stop it now! People around! I automatically looked around and saw: a few meters away from us, the couple froze. Only in our direction they do not look at all, but just kiss. The girl's hair is red-red, and the peasant's head has a suspiciously familiar head ... And a cloak too ... I threw the blonde and to the couple flashed ... I poured a red-headed bitch on the first number. From Odessa, my husband immediately took away (nothing, the branch will not fall apart without him). Put her in the car and drove home. And the locks blocked, so that on the way he did not run away. In the eyes of Vadik saw: for him it is better to throw out of the car at full speed than to endure family disassembly. I did not become divorced from my husband, but I bought everything from the fur coat (fox fur coat). She also forced Vadim to take me to work. Now the situation is under control. And she immediately became friends with her blond colleagues. It turned out, good women! I realized then that blondes are not to blame for anything. All the evil from the red-headed bitch!