Books about happy love. Parables about love are beautiful and wise Real stories about impossible but happy love

It all started about six months ago. I am in a conversation, there I met a guy. At first, we fought all the time. His sister was added to the conversation. Of course, I didn't know about it yet. We started talking to this girl. She was a good friend. But then she told about her brother Seryozha (I quarreled with him). I liked it. I went to his page and liked his first photo.

Love Story: Babysitter

As it often happens, when you love something very much, fate, as if in mockery, deprives you of it. A terrible car accident deprived me of both parents and the opportunity to have children of my own at the age of 19. Apart from my parents, I had no one, no one. When I returned from the hospital to our empty apartment, I realized with horror that I was left completely alone.

After crying for a couple of weeks, I also realized such a banal thing that I have no money to live on. Work! This is what I need! Work will save me from this abyss of pain, from days in the walls of a dull apartment where grief has settled.
What could comfort me better than a child's laughter? I will babysit!

In fact, happy stories are all around: where else can you meet a new person in the 21st century, when your life is a chain of “work-home-work”? Surely you or your friends have examples of couples who met on the Internet and are still together. Even we can tell ours!

For example, Alexey, a programmer from Lady Mail.Ru, met his future wife on a dating site - a Russian girl lived in South Africa, and this is what interested him. They corresponded for three years, then met once in Moscow, and two weeks later they decided to get married. The wedding was also played in South Africa. Later, Alexey nevertheless moved his wife to Russia, and the mother-in-law remained in Africa. Now the couple already has two children, with which we congratulate them!

Our readers have no less interesting stories!

“2 months after we met, he proposed to me”

Reader "Lady Mail.Ru" Irina has been happily married for two years - last spring the couple had a daughter. Interestingly, only a couple of months have passed from the moment they met to the proposal of the hand and heart!

“My future husband and I met on a social network, he found me in the dating group of our hometown of Ulyanovsk. For about a month we just talked on the Internet, met on December 30, 2012. There must have been a spark between us. The New Year 2013 was already celebrated together on Ulyanovsk Square.

The New Year holidays were fun: we skated, skied, just walked around the winter city. And on February 14, on Valentine's Day, a marriage proposal was made! On August 2, 2013 we got married. And on March 9, 2015, our little princess, our daughter Yulenka, was born! So on dating sites you can meet your destiny, your soul mate!

“It felt like we had lived together all our lives”

Recently, the editorial office received a letter that bribed with its simplicity and frankness. While women complain that it is difficult to get married after thirty, our heroine Olga shows by her example: true love can be found at any age, even when you are already 50 and have ... grandchildren!

“My name is Olga, I lived and worked in Belarus, and my husband Sergey is from the North Caucasus. We started communicating a year ago on the Internet - on a well-known social network - and in April of this year we already celebrated the anniversary of our acquaintance. At first we talked on Skype and soon realized that we needed each other.

Feelings flared up, although at that time we were nearly 50 years old. Sergei, without hesitation, came to me in Belarus (in May), and in June I came to visit him with my granddaughter. It felt like we had lived our entire lives together. In September, I completely moved in with Sergey, and in December we officially registered our relationship. We've been happy together ever since."

“It took five months to find a husband...”

Finding the perfect man is not easy - sometimes it's a real job and a lot of work. But the story of our reader proves that if you clearly know what you need, then the universe will eventually offer you the right person. Calculating and mercantile? Indeed, the method is not for everyone, but it also works.

“One of my purposeful acquaintances decided that it was time for her to get married again. She approached the question professionally - posted the questionnaire on all possible sites. At the same time, she never corresponded with applicants for a long time, reported a minimum of information about herself, and then arranged a meeting. I went on dates almost every day, I literally almost interviewed candidates.

Husband chose 5 months. He turned out to be (just don’t laugh) a sea captain, 5 years older, he can’t have children, so it even played into the hands that they now have a common daughter. Can I say that my friend is lucky? For me, this is not luck, not every woman is ready to make so much effort to find a husband.

“We met by chance 150 km from home”

If you are one of those who believe that love is not a job, you cannot purposefully look for it, it will find you on its own, you will certainly be inspired by this story told by a reader on our forum.

“My future husband saw me on a dating site, and my son registered me there to play his “shooter”. And we met quite by chance, 150 km from home - between mine and his cities, in a roadside store. He says he could not believe his eyes, the meeting was so incredible. He bought himself water, and I bought coffee. The funny thing is that in the photo I was at the parade, and here - shorts, a T-shirt, a trailer full of potatoes (we were returning from the wholesale market). But he still found out - he helped open the doors, spoke. For three months they corresponded and called back, and then met together New Year. Our daughter is now 7 months old. So don’t believe in fate after that!”

Try your luck - start a profile on a dating site. Perhaps in a couple of months you will be able to tell your incredible love story.

As the experience of our readers shows, on many popular sites there are many men who are not ready for a relationship, but are just looking for intimacy. Therefore, we recommend that you choose sites where men and women from the CIS get to know each other in order to build a serious relationship.

Stories about happiness. Stories about love. All the stories about happiness and love written by Oleg Chuvakin and published on Happiness Words are presented below.

April. Crocuses are blooming. The nightingales are about to fly in and click on mountain ash and bird cherry. But for two people on Earth, the New Year is back!

Come back, please come back!

The last story, the most important story, remained to be written by the prose writer dying in the hospital. Yes, just do not move your hand! However, there is a power beyond death: the power of the imagination, the power of the word. A fairy in slippers walks in the moonlight along a weak thin hand, which cannot be lifted even with a pencil ...

Did she say those words? Did Ivanov overhear? Did the fairy-tale guest dream? After all, he is a writer, and for writers, the leading property of the mind is imagination, a painful fantasy that gives fire to life, but kills the fire-bearer.

What is happiness? What lies ahead for you? turn around! You expect happiness from the future, but it hid in the past!

Who are they, lost in time? Why are seekers after them? Why did they prefer life in the dense Soviet past to money and technologies of 2032?

The woman handed him a folded handkerchief. Applied carelessly, almost quit. A light scarf opened up and flew like a parachute. When he lay down on the parquet, Pereverzev saw holes in the fabric. He never understood those who keep such things. The fat woman puffed, bending over, but Pereverzev was ahead of her.

People dream of a time machine for a reason. No, not because of the adventure and not because of the love of history. Personal life would be corrected, happiness would be seized. Catch him where you missed.

Finding meaning in life and finding happiness is the first task of a person. The hero of the story "Be happy for you" came from the future to tell something to himself.

Hello, Misha, - said the old man and slammed his palm on the boards of the bench. - Sit down for a minute. I don't have much time. Half an hour, a quarter of an hour, maybe even less. I feel unsteady, transparent and cold, like ice cream. And I'm about to break into pieces.

An outstanding Russian loser, unlucky and poor-bearer, who had been mourning for fifty years, in the fifty-first year of his life, inherited from a foreign uncle: a mansion in the vicinity of Adelaide, Australia, bags of millions and even a bunker in case of a third world war.

Overseas messengers told the hushed office that the Adelaide millionaire had bequeathed his fortune and property to a relative whose life would be a continuous collection of failures, misfortunes and misfortunes. The cunning Australian executors traced the fate of potential heirs and pointed to one and only: Mr. Poletaev, who lives far, far away, in cold, snowy Russia, where March is called spring only on the calendar.

You love her, but she doesn't love you. Or rather, she loves someone else. How to heal from painful love? What will save you from the image that haunts you day and night? Will it be possible to wrest love from the heart with an effort of will? Can you drown in wine? Or is the best way to win love is to play football?

Friends! Read these and other stories on Oleg Chuvakin's website "Happiness of the word"!

Oleg has created for you a magical scroll with stories of happiness and love. Each plus button opens a new story. There is no end and edge to pluses and is not foreseen. As soon as Oleg publishes a new story on the site, the scroll is immediately replenished.

Come for happiness and love dear readers!

But they were a great couple! He and Lyuba have so much in common! Both loved horror films and met at a video store. On the melodrama "A Nightmare on Elm Street", where they kiss a lot with the tongue. The best holiday for them is Halloween. Both were born on October 31 and in the same year.

Misha and Marisha - that's what he called her and himself. And they did not have any happiness; so, strange rare meetings, incomprehensible questions, answers to which were not required, surprised, tormented looks, from which it certainly breathed goodbye, inescapable sadness, anxiety and a bad ending, like from films made by the Riga Film Studio.

From somewhere it smelt of sundae in a waffle cup, tires of an old school bicycle rubbed on asphalt, golden library dust, postage stamps, apple blossoms and a young dream forgotten in a village attic. Why, the stars smell like that!

She ran through the rain. She ran, slid, fell, crawled, raking her elbows, growling through her teeth like a cat, got up, feeling her sharp knees, pushing off with whitened palms from the muddy ground, ran again, now moving down to a field shaved by cars, then returning to the path.

The green alien, a little crumpled, rumpled from being in the carpet, shook himself like a cat, then twisted into a spiral and straightened up. Glancing at how Angelina Ivanovna was playing checkers with herself, he grabbed the Christmas tree and flew out the door like a bullet. And only the star remained on the carpet.

in the evening, a civil servant of the third category escorts him along an electrically lit concrete corridor. an extremely precise official verb: sees off. servant behind, condemned ahead. the hands of the prisoner, dressed in an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, are not shackled. statistics over the years of the existence of the prison: zero escapes.

Yesterday she laughed at him, talking nonsense on geometry, laughed so much that she received a remark from the mathematician, but after the lessons she suddenly stood on tiptoe, whispered in his ear: “I'm sorry, I'm so angry!” and kissed her on the cheek. And something sweet lit up in him, flared up, so much so that he felt like a basin with hot jam ...

The writer sat in an apartment on the second floor and worked. Suddenly the wall disappeared, and unfamiliar streets and houses opened behind it. Under the summer sky, pine trees were densely green. A ladder was placed at the bottom of the exposed edge of the reinforced concrete slab, and the writer went down to the sidewalk.

Summer goes to the creation of a bicycle, but in September Valka rides around the yard, and Igor comes towards him, goes with his classmate, a beautiful girl Tanya. They are in jeans, they walk slowly, solidly, but their solidity disappears when Tanya is surprised by a black bicycle: “What a gloomy one! Pirate! ”, And Igor touches the tightened spokes, tries how the tires are inflated. Valka squats down, checks the rear fork, it sits firmly, but he slightly tightens the nut with a seventeen-point wrench.

I have always been considered a narrow-minded person. Yes, not far away! Let me tell you straight up: limited. Even more directly I will say: stupid. Who counted, you ask? It would take a long time to list! It is easier to name those who did not consider me stupid. However, it seems that I find it difficult to name at least one of this list. The list of those who, behind my back and in my face, called me a dumbass, an idiot, a stuffed fool, a slow-witted person, and also, apparently, for a synonymous variety, a donkey and a ram, is legally headed by my wife.

Parables are short and entertaining stories that express the experience of many generations of lives. Parables about love have always been especially popular. And no wonder - these stories filled with meaning can teach a lot. And the right relationship with a partner, too.

After all, love is a great power. She is able to create and destroy, inspire and deprive of strength, give insight and deprive of reason, believe and be jealous, perform feats and push for betrayal, give and take, forgive and avenge, idolize and hate. So love needs to be handled. And instructive parables about love will help with this.

Where else to draw wisdom, if not in the stories proven over the years. We hope that short stories about love will answer many of your questions and teach harmony. After all, we are all born to love and be loved.

Parable about love, wealth and health

Parable about love and happiness

- Where does love go? - the little happiness asked his father. “She is dying,” said the father. People, son, do not cherish what they have. They just don't know how to love!
Little happiness thought: I'll grow up big and start helping people! Years passed. Happiness grew and became greater.
It remembered its promise and tried its best to help the people, but the people did not hear it.
And gradually Happiness began to turn from a big one into a small and stunted one. It was very afraid that it would not disappear at all, and set off on a long journey to find a cure for its illness.
How long did Happiness go for a short time, not meeting anyone on its way, it only became very bad for him.
And it stopped to rest. I chose a sprawling tree and lay down. I had just dozed off when I heard footsteps approaching.
He opened his eyes and sees: a decrepit old woman is walking through the forest, all in rags, barefoot and with a staff. Happiness rushed to her: - Sit down. You must be tired. You need to rest and refresh.
The old woman's legs buckled, and she literally collapsed into the grass. After a short rest, the wanderer told Happiness her story:
- It's a shame when you are considered so decrepit, but I'm still young, and my name is Love!
- So this is you Love?! Happiness struck. But I was told that love is the most beautiful thing in the world!
Love looked at him attentively and asked:
- And what is your name?
- Happiness.
- That's how? I was also told that happiness should be beautiful. And with these words she took out a mirror from her rags.
Happiness, looking at her reflection, wept loudly. Love sat down to him and gently hugged her hand. - What did these evil people and fate do to us? - Happiness sobbed.
- Nothing, - said Love, - If we are together and take care of each other, we will quickly become young and beautiful.
And under that sprawling tree, Love and Happiness made their union never to be separated.
Since then, if Love leaves someone's life, Happiness leaves with it, they do not exist separately.
And people still don't get it...

The parable of the best wife

One day, two sailors set off on a journey around the world to find their destiny. They sailed to the island, where the leader of one of the tribes had two daughters. The eldest is beautiful, and the youngest is not very.
One of the sailors said to his friend:
- That's it, I found my happiness, I stay here and marry the leader's daughter.
- Yes, you are right, the eldest daughter of the leader is beautiful, smart. You made the right choice - get married.
You don't understand me, friend! I am marrying the chief's youngest daughter.
- Are you crazy? She's like... not so much.
This is my decision and I will do it.
The friend sailed on in search of his happiness, and the groom went to woo. I must say that in the tribe it was customary to give cows for the bride. A good bride cost ten cows.
He drove ten cows and approached the leader.
- Chief, I want to marry your daughter and give ten cows for her!
- It a good choice. My eldest daughter is beautiful, smart, and she is worth ten cows. I agree.
No, sir, you don't understand. I want to marry your youngest daughter.
- Are you joking? Can't you see, she's just so... not so good.
- I want to marry her.
- Okay, but as an honest person, I can't take ten cows, she's not worth it. I'll take three cows for her, no more.
- No, I want to pay exactly ten cows.
They merried.
Several years passed, and the wandering friend, already on his ship, decided to visit the remaining comrade and find out how his life is. Sailed, walks along the shore, and towards the woman of unearthly beauty.
He asked her how to find his friend. She showed. He comes and sees: his friend is sitting, the kids are running around.
- How is it going?
- I'm happy.
Here comes the same beautiful woman.
- Here, meet me. This is my wife.
- How? Are you married again?
No, it's the same woman.
But how did it happen that she changed so much?
- And you ask her yourself.
A friend approached the woman and asked:
- Sorry for the faux pas, but I remember what you were ... not very much. What happened to make you so beautiful?
- It's just, one day I realized that I was worth ten cows.

The Parable of the Best Husband

One day a woman came to the priest and said:
- You married my husband two years ago. Now separate us. I don't want to live with him anymore.
- What is the reason for your desire to get a divorce? - asked the priest.
The woman explained:
- All husbands return home on time, but my husband is constantly delayed. There are scandals every day because of this house.
The priest, surprised, asks:
- Is this the only reason?
“Yes, I don’t want to live with a person who has such a defect,” the woman replied.
- I'll divorce you, but on one condition. Come back home, bake a big tasty bread and bring it to me. But when you bake bread, do not take anything from the house, and ask your neighbors for salt, water, and flour. And be sure to explain to them the reason for your request,” said the priest.
This woman went home and, without delay, set to work.
She went to a neighbor and said:
- Oh, Maria, lend me a glass of water.
- Have you run out of water? Isn't there a well dug in the yard?
“There is water, but I went to the priest to complain about my husband and asked to divorce us,” that woman explained, and as soon as she finished, the neighbor sighed:
- Oh, if you knew what kind of husband I have! - and began to complain about her husband. After that, the woman went to her neighbor Asya to ask for salt.
- You have run out of salt, are you asking for just one spoon?
“There is salt, but I complained to the priest about my husband, asked for a divorce,” that woman says, and before she had time to finish, the neighbor exclaimed:
- Oh, if you knew what kind of husband I have! - and began to complain about her husband.
So, to whom this woman did not go to ask, from everyone she heard complaints about her husbands.
Finally, she baked a large tasty bread, brought it to the priest and gave it away with the words:
- Thank you, taste my work with your family. Just don't think of divorcing me and my husband.
- Why, what happened, daughter? the priest asked.
- My husband, it turns out, is the best, - the woman answered him.

Parable about true love

Once the teacher asked his students:
Why do people scream when they fight?
“Because they lose their calm,” said one.
- But why shout if the other person is next to you? the Teacher asked. Can't you talk to him quietly? Why scream if you're angry?
The students offered their answers, but none of them satisfied the Teacher.
Finally he explained: - When people are dissatisfied with each other and quarrel, their hearts move away. In order to cover this distance and hear each other, they have to shout. The more angry they are, the farther they move away and the louder they shout.
- What happens when people fall in love? They do not shout, on the contrary, they speak softly. Because their hearts are very close, and the distance between them is very small. And when they fall in love even more, what happens? continued the Teacher. – They do not speak, but only whisper and become even closer in their love. - In the end, even whispering becomes unnecessary for them. They just look at each other and understand everything without words.

A story about a happy family

Two families live next door in a small town. Some spouses constantly quarrel, blaming each other for all troubles and finding out which of them is right. And others live together, they have no quarrels, no scandals.
The obstinate hostess marvels at the happiness of her neighbor and, of course, envies her. Says to her husband:
- Go and see how they do it so that everything is smooth and quiet.
He came to a neighbor's house, hid under an open window and listens.
And the hostess just puts things in order in the house. He wipes an expensive vase from dust. Suddenly the phone rang, the woman was distracted, and put the vase on the edge of the table, so much so that it was about to fall. But then her husband needed something in the room. He caught a vase, it fell and broke.
- Oh, what will happen now! the neighbor thinks. He immediately imagined what a scandal would be in his family.
The wife came up, sighed with regret, and said to her husband:
- Sorry honey.
- What are you, honey? This is my fault. I was in a hurry and did not notice the vase.
- That's my fault. So inaccurately put the vase.
- No, it's my fault. Anyway. We would not have had greater misfortune.
The neighbor's heart hurt. He came home upset. Wife to him:
- Something you quickly. Well, what did you see?
- Yes!
- Well, how are they?
- It's all their fault. That's why they don't fight. But we are always right...

A beautiful legend about the importance of love in life

It so happened that different feelings lived on the same island: Happiness, Sadness, Skill ... And Love was among them.
Once Premonition informed everyone that the island would soon disappear under water. Haste and Haste were the first to leave the island in boats. Soon everyone left, only Love remained. She wanted to stay until the last second. When the island was about to go under water, Love decided to call for help.
Wealth sailed on a magnificent ship. Love says to him: "Wealth, can you take me away?" "No, I have a lot of money and gold on my ship. I don't have room for you!"
Happiness floated past the island, but it was so happy that it did not even hear how Love was calling it.
… and yet Love was saved. After her rescue, she asked Knowledge who it was.
- Time. Because only Time can understand how important Love is!

True love story

In one aul there lived a girl of incomparable beauty, but none of the young men wooed her, no one sought her hand. The fact is that once a wise man who lived in the neighborhood predicted:
- Whoever dares to kiss a beauty will die!
Everyone knew that this wise man was never wrong, so dozens of brave horsemen looked at the girl from afar, not even daring to approach her. But then one fine day a young man appeared in the village, who at first sight, like everyone else, fell in love with the beauty. Without a moment's hesitation, he climbed over the fence, came up and kissed the girl.
- Ah! - shouted the inhabitants of the village. - Now he's going to die!
But the young man kissed the girl again, and again. And she immediately agreed to marry him. The rest of the horsemen turned to the sage in bewilderment:
- How so? You, sage, predicted that the one who kissed the beauty would die!
- I don't go back on my words. - answered the sage. But I didn't say exactly when that would happen. He will die sometime later - after many years of a happy life.

A story about a long family life

An elderly couple who were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary were asked how they managed to live together for so long.
After all, there was everything - and difficult times, and quarrels, and misunderstanding.
Perhaps their marriage was on the verge of collapse more than once.
"It's just that in our time, broken things were repaired, not thrown away," the old man smiled in response.

Parable about the fragility of love

Once a wise old man came to a village and stayed to live. He loved children and spent a lot of time with them. He also liked to give them gifts, but he gave only fragile things.
No matter how hard the children tried to be neat, their new toys often broke. The children were upset and wept bitterly. Some time passed, the sage again gave them toys, but even more fragile ones.
One day, the parents could not stand it and came to him:
“You are wise and wish only the best for our children. But why do you give them such gifts? They try their best, but the toys still break and the children cry. But the toys are so beautiful that it is impossible not to play with them.
- Quite a few years will pass, - the old man smiled, - and someone will give them his heart. Maybe this will teach them to handle this priceless gift a little more carefully?

And the moral of all these parables is very simple: love and appreciate each other.

Drops of fresh rain sharply touched me with their coolness, leaving wet green leaves. A slight shiver ran through my body. I walked step by step along the forest path. The eyes moved slowly across the distant expanse of pines. Not a single soul around. Only I am alone in the vicious circle of my thoughts against the background of the calm singing of birds. The cozy silence was suddenly interrupted by Lara Fabian's familiar melody "Meu grand amore". A wet hand reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a ringing Nokia. The screen blinked insistently, highlighting in black and white the inscription "Seryozhenka is ringing."

Fingers, it seems, having absorbed all the strength of my spirit, squeezed the mobile phone so tightly that a lightning-like crack appeared on the screen. The phone was still playing the ringtone.Then my hand again, having absorbed all the strength, swung and threw the mobile phone with all the hatred into the forest thickets. There was a loud crack. Previously beloved Nokia, hitting a pine tree, shattered into smithereens. In my heart, it seems, for a second there was a calm. But that's just how it seemed. There was no reassurance. Only pain, hatred, hatred... Hatred for a man named Serezhenka. Oh, what a pity that it was impossible, like my unfortunate mobile phone, to break the heart of this man. An insensitive heart that betrayed me after three years of what seemed to be an impeccable life together.

Treason. Betrayal. Nothing more to add. I don't want to trust people anymore. Do not trust anyone, because sooner or later you will be deceived and your heart will no longer withstand a surge of bitter feelings. And I will never be able to forgive. I don't have the strength for that. No matter how sweet the excuses sound, I will no longer be able to open a new page of life with the person who betrayed me. I won’t be able to, because I used to trust, I won’t be able to give a second chance ...The circle of the same thoughts constantly enveloped me. And the sad gray weather, as if, specially made up melancholy and sadness. Suddenly the circle was forced to open. Walking along the same path, a few meters ahead, under another pine swaying in the wind, I saw the outlines of a small man dressed in a dark blue sweater. Looking closely, it became clear that under a forest tree sat a lonely boy, seven years old, sadly fixed his eyes on the ground. Its slightly elongated dark hair, completely wet from the rain, stuck to their cheeks, and children's hands tightly squeezed a teddy bear. I continued to walk as quietly as possible along the path in the direction of the little stranger, trying not to startle him. Already almost approaching it, my foot involuntarily stepped on a bunch of dry branches, and the silence was interrupted by a sharp crack. The boy instantly raised his head and looked at me in fear. I saw tears in his blue eyes. The poor wet boy was crying. I immediately felt insanely sorry for this fragile tiny little man who was still staring at me intently. Without thinking for a long time, I sat down beside him, smiled broadly, and finally calmly said:

The boy was silent for about five seconds, and then slowly began to rise from the ground. I helped him, and the two of us walked along the forest path.Our conversation flowed very smoothly. I managed to find out that the boy's name is Andryusha, that he lives in a village near the forest. And he came there with his dad to his grandmother for the weekend. I told him that I myself was also from the same village and was visiting my mother there. We began to talk lively, and I tried to cheer up the boy. And he seems to have completely stopped crying, which made me very happy. We slowly descended from the hill down to our villages, leaving the forest - the place of our meeting. Andryusha told me a lot of things about his summer holidays: how he and his dad went to the sea, and how they went to the carousels, to parks, to the cinema, to fish here in the village. But he never said a word why he was crying. I thought for a long time whether to ask him again or not. She was afraid that she might start again. But my curiosity won out.

- Andryusha, what happened to you anyway? Why did you run into the forest in such weather?
To my surprise, the boy replied:
“I always come here when I want to be alone. Today I overheard a conversation between grandma and dad. Dad told her that he was seriously ill. He also talked about some kind of operation and that we do not have money for it. It scared me a lot.
The news nearly knocked me off my feet.
- Andryusha, perhaps everything is not so serious and you did not hear everything. You need to talk to your dad, who has probably turned the whole village upside down in search of you. Also, if you want to know, I'm a surgeon. And if something really serious happened to your daddy, then I'm happy to help.
“Thank you, Katya,” the boy said affectionately, smiling at me.

I nearly cried.
Our conversation was interrupted by unexpected cries of “Andryusha! My boy!". And then I noticed a tall dark-haired man running towards us. When he approached us, I was already sure that this was Andrey's dad. I don’t know what the boy’s mother looked like, but he looked very much like his father. The same brunette, blue-eyed, with attractive features.

Andryusha rushed forward. I just stood by and admired the picture of the warm embrace of father and son.
“Son, where have you been?” We have already raised the whole village to its feet. Everyone is looking for you. Where have you been, prankster? - began the excited dad, slowly looking at me.
- Daddy, I decided to take a walk and ran into the forest. And got lost. And there he met Katya. By the way, get acquainted, - Andryusha pointed at me with a pen.
- Igor. Very nice. And you, in fact, who will be? asked the boy's father curiously.
I was about to explain myself, but Andryusha interrupted me.
- Daddy, I'm going to continue. I got lost and met Katya. We walked a little, and she escorted me just home. So you were worried for nothing.
Andrew sealed his short story with a kiss given to his dad. And I just stood there in confusion and nodded my head in confirmation.
- Well, thank you very much, Katya, - Igor said affably. – Very grateful. Maybe you'll come to tea with us tomorrow afternoon? Are you sure you live nearby?
- Yes! Yes! Yes! Andryusha answered for me.
I looked at the smiling child, which made my soul so joyful, and said:
“Of course, of course I will. And you can.
For some reason, I was trembling inside. The excitement in front of Igor and his sincere look was breathtaking.
- That's wonderful! We are waiting for you ... that is, you, I'm sorry, - said dad. Andryusha at that moment broke free from his embrace, ran up to me, clung to me, kissed me on the cheek and said in a cheerful voice:
- Katya, why did you throw your phone into a tree?
My surprise increased even more after this question. I was already at a loss for a moment, glancing at Igor, who raised his left eyebrow in bewilderment. But, without delaying the silence, I answered the boy:
- Oh, that one ... He was old. So I decided to break it, along with all the old memories, forever. But you better not do that, okay?
I gave Andryusha a gentle return kiss on the forehead and winked at him.The next day, as promised to my new acquaintances, I went to visit them with a fresh pie, which I cooked with my mother in the morning. She told me a lot about this little family. She told me that Andryusha really lost his mother on the day of his birth, when she was only nineteen. And his father took care of him all his life, trying to provide his son with love and prosperity, as well as his grandmother, the mother of that girl. Igor himself was twenty-seven years old, he worked as a journalist in the capital's newspaper. And my mother also said that for three years now, he brought some girl Marina into the family, who rarely visits here in the village. I don't know why, but hearing this news made my heart sad. Did I really hope that yesterday's acquaintance would lead me to a further development of events? This is all my sick fantasy. Naivety is ruining us, obviously.I also tried to find out from my mother about whether Igor was sick with something. She was very surprised at my question and replied that she had never heard anything like it. I thought about it all the time while I was visiting. I was tormented by the thought that such a beautiful, at first glance, absolutely healthy person could be seriously ill.With a load of thoughts, I finally got to the house of my friends. The weather today was sunny. But, alas, I was in for a huge disappointment. When I came to my new acquaintances, it turned out that Igor and Andrei had left for Kyiv early in the morning. Granny Andryushki only conveyed their deepest apologies to me and said that they urgently had to return to the city. Why, she never told me. At that moment, my heart was very worried. Is Igor really sick and gone to Kyiv because everything is so bad? The cycle of thoughts did not give me rest.Leaving granny Andryusha with a fresh pie and my greetings, I returned home. The next day, important business in the capital forced me to also leave the fabulous village. In Kyiv, the most difficult operations were waiting for me in the clinic. Again experiences, no peace. And dozens of messages on the answering machine from Seryozha. As soon as he did not persuade me to forgive him, to understand, to give a chance. I could hardly resist the temptation to smash my home phone to smithereens. The desire to destroy everything that reminded of this traitor burned inside.The days slipped by unnoticed. The weather alternated between sultry heat and the mild coolness of a pleasant rain. And I kept thinking about how to return to the village again for the weekend and, finally, learn something about Igor and his son. But apparently I'm not destined. For three weeks in a row, I came with hope and every time I lost it. Igor is gone. Grandma refused to explain anything and all the time referred to the fact that he had business, work in Kyiv, and he could not escape from this captivity. But I didn't believe. Andryusha's words about some unknown illness of his father were deeply embedded in my head. I did not know him at all, but at the first meeting with him I felt a strong attraction that did not want to let me go. But with the passage of time, all disturbing thoughts quietly and calmly dissolved. The daily routine of hard work in the surgical clinic did not allow me to relax and go into my thoughts.Returning after another working day to my native apartment, I switched off instantly. I just went inside, dropped my bag and headed to the bedroom. I vaguely remember how my cat Rita purred over me, and my eyelids closed smoothly.The sharp ringing of my newly purchased cell phone tore the sweetness of all dreams-visions. My sluggish body barely left the warm bed, pushing sleepy Rita aside. Through my narrow eyes, I could barely see the letters on the phone screen. And when, nevertheless, I managed to see the name of the person who called at seven in the morning, my heart sensed something clearly not right. Alexey Yurievich called, the chief surgeon of our clinic.

- Good morning, Ekaterina Vasilievna. Sorry for disturbing you so early. I know that you rightfully have a day off, but we have a problem at the clinic and urgently need your help.
The surgeon's voice sounded very serious and firm. I was seriously worried about what happened to them there.
Hello, Ekaterina Vasilievna! Can you hear me? Do you hear?
“Yes, of course, Alexei Yuryevich,” I answered instantly. - I'm completely confused. What's wrong with you?
“In an hour we have a most complicated and urgent operation. We simply cannot do without your professional help. Your colleague Irina is ill and cannot go to work. I already booked a taxi for you. Please come quickly.
- Of course. I'm leaving right away, Alexey Yurievich.
- Thanks. Waiting for you.

I quickly blew up from the inviting comfort of the bed and rushed to change.
The taxi was already waiting outside. Rushing through the summer streets of the capital, I imagined what kind of complex operation awaited me.And at 8 o'clock I arrived at the clinic. Alexey Yurievich met me at the entrance and immediately began to explain the situation. We had a long operation to remove a cancerous tumor in the lungs. Heading to the operating room, I mentally adjusted myself, and various memories swirled in my head. I did not understand why, but before my eyes the first meeting with the little boy Andryushka, his wet hair, a quiet forest and cool rain, resurrected. And the penetrating gaze of his father's two warm blue eyes did not give rest. Our acquaintance with him lasted only a couple of minutes, but his silhouette loomed in my imagination every day.Trying to shake off all unnecessary thoughts, I went into the operating room with Alexei Yuryevich. All my colleagues were only waiting for my presence to start the operation. I greeted them and was about to get to work when my heart almost stopped. Igor lay silently on the operating table. His immovable, pale face expressed some kind of calmness and peace far from me. Before my eyes, it was as if everything was clouded and blurred from unexpected anxiety. Alexey Yuryevich, who was standing nearby, immediately noticed that something was wrong with me and, grabbing my arm, interrupted the general silence:
- Ekaterina Vasilievna, what is the matter with you? You feel bad? I'll get you out of here right now and find a replacement for you.
Instantly moving away from this unexpected state, I was able to pull myself together.
- Everything is fine. It's all right, don't worry. I'm ready for the operation. We can start.

The operation lasted four and a half hours. It was the longest, most unbearable and difficult four and a half hours of my life. I've never been so scared. I have never listened to the pulse of my heart breaking into thousands of particles for so long. It trembled and fought for the life of another person. With its loud beating, it generated incredible power in me. My hands fought for Igor's life. I would never forgive myself if I allowed myself to make the slightest mistake...Walking along the quiet corridor of the clinic on the third floor, I heard familiar voices, and tired eyes caught three silhouettes near the ward where Igor was after the operation. “The operation went well, don't worry. I am sure that Igor will feel healthy and vigorous again very soon. He'll be all right now." It was the voice of Aleksey Yurievich. Next to him stood dear Andryushka and his grandmother. The sound of my heels interrupted their conversation. The little boy, barely seeing and recognizing me, rushed towards me with a loud exclamation of “Katya!”. He ran up to me and hugged me tightly. The morning tension instantly fell from my soul, and a wide smile stretched on my face. Igor's mother-in-law and Alexei Yurievich looked at us in great bewilderment.

- Katia? Grandma said in surprise. – How did you get here? Who told you that Igor is in the clinic?
- What, you didn't know? Alexey Yurievich intervened. - Ekaterina Vasilievna took an important part in Igor's operation. And she should express great gratitude for her efforts today. I beg your pardon, dear ladies and Andryusha, but it's time for me to get back to work. As for you, Ekaterina Vasilievna, with a calm soul I let you go for a week to have a good rest and gain strength.Having said goodbye to us, Aleksey Yuryevich has already hurried to the nurse who called him from the next ward.
- Katya, is it true? Grandma continued. Are you really a surgeon? Why didn't you ever talk about it?
“I knew, I knew about it. And he believed that Katya would help us, - Andryusha chattered cheerfully.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me what happened to Igor?” Why did they hide from me and invent all sorts of excuses? I started indignantly. “If I had known about this earlier, I would have taken immediate action a long time ago. If only you knew how anxious I was from the unknown.Granny was quiet for a few seconds, sadly lowering her gaze and gently hugging Andryushka to her. And then she answered quietly:

- Katenka, would you know how much we have experienced over the past month. How many examinations, how many worries, how many tears. I have never been so scared for my grandson. After all, we were so afraid that he might be left without his own father. After all, he never knew the happiness of seeing his mother. And if Igor were also ... I don’t know what would have happened ...
“That’s it, stop it,” I interrupted her. “Please, I understand perfectly. Let's better go to his room. Only, Andryusha, don't make noise. I am sure that even though he is now unconscious, he will still feel the presence of his native little men and this will instill strength in him. And very soon he will forget about everything that happened. Everything will be fine. Believe. I kissed the boy and his grandmother on the cheek. They tried to persuade me to stay with them, and then invited me over for tea. In my heart, I ardently wanted to go into the ward and look at the sweetly sleeping Igor again. But I didn't want to disturb this family. I didn't know where to put myself. I felt like I was a little out of place. And Igor's bride, Marina, could also unexpectedly arrive. I wouldn't want to see her at all. I was surprised at myself, but it seems that I was jealous of a practically unfamiliar person. Remembering Marina, something seemed to prick in my heart, and longing was inspired.Having nicely refused the reservations to stay, I nevertheless went home, so as not to completely become limp. Having called a taxi, an hour later I was again in the same bed, still with the same flowery blanket and still with the same purring Rita.The heavenly expanse stretched before my eyes. The sun's rays blinded with a bright radiance and burst through cotton clouds into a quiet forest. I wandered along the path, enjoying the untouched nature and loneliness. I decided to spend the whole week that Alexey Yuryevich gave me for rest, with my mother in the countryside. I wanted to once again be distracted from hard work, city life and immerse myself in myself, my thoughts.Walking through the cozy forest, I remembered that rainy summer day when I met And-ryusha, all wet and huddled under a pine tree, when I met blue-eyed Igor...
And the sun kept nurturing me with its warmth, while my feet stepped smoothly in a spontaneous direction. Suddenly, my eyes were caught by the remnants of my former Nokia. I immediately remembered all the outburst of anger that made me break the phone. And I remembered Seryozha. After the messages on the answering machine, there was no more news from him. But the pain is long gone. The anger is gone too. Only emptiness and the meaningless name of Seryozha.I smoothly sank under another pine tree and closed my eyelids. A light breeze swept past. I don't remember how long I sat like this, admiring the ideality of nature, but some noise interrupted my peace. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a silhouette in front of me. I could not immediately see who it was because of the bright sunlight. My heart was beating fast. Igor was smiling in front of me. My surprise knew no bounds. I contacted him right away.

- Igor? What are you doing here?
My voice seems to be trembling.
"I'm looking for you," he replied with a smile. “You ran away from the clinic and didn’t even let me thank you.
I was confused. But then she tried confidently, without trembling in her voice, to answer him:
“I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to disturb your family. After all the difficulties that happened to you, you needed to stay in the circle of loved ones. And I'm just a doctor who has done her duty.
And she helped save my life. I don't even want to imagine my son being left without a father. He went through more than enough with me: lack of maternal attention, my illness, parting. How life just didn’t beat us, but we still try to stay strong.His beckoning lips broke into a pleasant smile. I stood very close next to him, looked intently into his eyes and did not find words to answer Igor's last words. But he got ahead of me:
“You don’t need to say anything, Katya. It is I who should thank you endlessly.
“Igor, that’s enough, you shouldn’t,” I contradicted.
- It should. And I will begin to thank you with the promise. We immediately go to my place, where Andryushka is waiting for us, as well as a delicious pie with tea.
Thank you very much, Igor. But with all my desire, I, perhaps, will stay here and refuse your alluring offer. Again, I would not want to disturb your family. You, for sure, all gathered there: Andryushka, and his grandmother, and your bride. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to feel a little embarrassed and...
- Kate, stop it. What does awkward mean? You have done more for my family than anyone else. Yes, Andryushka and his grandmother are waiting for us at home. But at the expense of the bride ... Then, most likely, you will not see her.
Didn't she come with you? I asked in surprise.
- Not. And he won’t come,” Igor firmly cut off.
“She must have a very serious job in the city, right?” I asked curiously.
- She has a very serious relationship in the city, which recently has nothing to do with our family. Let's not talk about it, okay?
I looked intently into his heavenly eyes and saw a bitter residue there. To break this sad silence, I said, smiling:
- I really want to try your cake. After all, yours, which I prepared for you on the day that I was going to visit you, you and your son never tasted.
“I’m sure you won’t have time to taste today’s cake if we don’t hurry.” Andryushka gobbles it up in an instant.
We both filled this sunny day with big smiles.Igor slowly and gently took my hand in his and helped me up. He helped me to rise from the ground and rise in life, realizing what difficulties sometimes fall on the shoulders of fragile people, and endowing my fate with incredible happiness.

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