I did not know anything about this country , except that this is the only civilized place on earth where men wear skirts. And they are called kilt. This fact always amused me, but I could not imagine that I would face a man in a skirt. More precisely, I will choose such a husband. Yes, I said goodbye to my freedom and married a Scotsman, and for great love. But who would have thought that it was there, in the far end of the world, that I would meet my beloved Robert? But she went with the firm intention not to complicate her life with all sorts of intrigues.
Imagine: November, Sunday. An unpleasant rain is falling. There's no need to hurry. I, out of habit, decided to walk to my favorite cafe and read the newspaper for a cup of strong coffee. I make this unhurried promenade every weekend ... A pretty girl sat by the window in this cafe and sipped orange juice thoughtfully through a straw.
She had a detached look , but she seemed so beautiful to me: her pensive posture, long fluffy hair, thin fingers ... Especially not hoping for reciprocity, I still sat down at her table. We exchanged greetings, and I immediately realized that she was not a Scot. However, I was not embarrassed. It's a great opportunity to learn something about another country. I was also curious to get acquainted with the Scotsman: another mentality, another culture. But at the same time, despite the fact that Robert seemed to like me very much, I thought least of all about something personal, because in Kiev I had a close friend who actively invited me to marry. But I was not in a hurry at all ... Communication with Robert immediately set the tone, excluding all playfulness and frivolity. At first he obediently agreed to such rules and became my guide, companion, companion, who did not burden, but at the same time he told many interesting things about his country. And most importantly - without any tediousness and edification.
I deliberately did not rush things. I was afraid to frighten off the happiness that had come to my head. Asya and I seemed to open the world anew. It was amazing that we have so much in common, even though she is from Ukraine, a country absolutely unknown to me. But I was already cherishing the hope that we would one day walk around Khreshchatyk, go to the Kiev-Pechersk Lavra, and maybe even get married there. So it happened afterwards. And then I ecstatically acquainted her with my beloved Edinburgh - an ancient, beautiful city, the former residence of local kings. Together with Asya, I rediscovered my city: Holyroodhouse Palace (the House of the Holy Cross), where Mary Stewart once lived and where terrible ghosts still live, the Throne of Arthur is the highest hill in Edinburgh, the Royal Mile is the oldest here Street.
If it were not for Robert , I would never have gotten so comfortable in this city, in this country. Holding hands, we wandered endlessly through the streets and back streets of Edinburgh. He read to me the verses of his famous compatriot and namesake Robert Burns. Sitting on a bench in the park, they drank a dark ale with a funny name "vihavi" - low-alcohol beer. And I often pestered him with a completely stupid, in his opinion, a request to come somehow on a date in a kilt. Robert was very offended by this request. He did not understand why I was having such a fun traditional Scottish men's suit. What can not you do for a woman you are in love with without remembering! My way out in the skirt in front of her, I decided to beautifully furnish and at the same time offer her a hand and heart.
I know this was a hasty decision, but, as they say to you: hunting is stronger than bondage! I invited Asya to the restaurant, where "live" music, more precisely, the northern Scottish bagpipes, and where the most popular national dish is served is haggis: a ram's scar with giblets. I know, Asya enlightened me, that, in your opinion, it sounds, not very appetizing, but how delicious! My favorite, too, appreciated!
I will never forget my appearance with Robert. All was honored by honor. To the checkered kilt, it turns out, relied tweed jacket, knitted stockings, takes, and on the hips - a leather spore - a purse hanging on a long strap. In all this, my Robert is dressed, and, I tell you, I was very impressed with his kind. Nothing funny or ridiculous!
On the contrary, very elegant!
I do not know, then or earlier I felt that I was not indifferent to Robert. Yet we spent so much time together, he so beautifully looked after! At least when Rob, embarrassed, squeezed out of himself: "You did not want to marry me? ", I realized that I could not refuse. I think it was Edinburgh who "whispered" to us love. And not without reason it is called the most mysterious and mysterious city on earth. Then I suggested that Robert go to Kiev together to introduce him to his parents and get married there. Moreover, my contract expired.
Naturally, I gladly agreed: firstly, Asya answered me in return, and secondly, I really wanted to visit Ukraine. It was a happy time for us. That evening, by the way, Asya first stayed with me for the night, and in the morning I cooked her a typical Scottish breakfast: oatmeal and salmon. She was surprised at such a combination of products and cheerfully promised in the near future to treat me with borsch and vareniki with cherries. I understood that we were brought up in different cultures, and both of us were interested in learning about each other something new.
Up to the smallest detail.
Asya, for example, was amused by the fact that I cut the greens with scissors. She laughed at the names of our national dishes: chicken soup "coca-faces", potato salad with trout - "clap-shot", with meat - "stoviz". I also liked to observe how she is ministering over borsch: you need to do so many operations, but how delicious it is! Yes, that time, just before leaving for Kiev, was for us and Robert a kind of honeymoon, a period of recognizing each other for real. We were in love, but we tried not to lose our head, because we knew: passion quickly fades away, a holiday of novelty passes, and then we will have to get used to everyday life, everyday life. It should be noted that my exaltation perfectly combined with the practicality of Robert. I liked his reliability and prudence, rationalism and boundless tenderness for me. ... And then there was a call to the parents, who literally dumbfounded them. "Mom, Dad, get ready!" I'm coming with the groom. Only he's in my skirt!