My love story
Do you know how we met? At the wedding. He is a witness, I am a witness. A wedding is probably the perfect place to meet. Firstly, around fun, joy, an atmosphere of love and happiness. Secondly, the perky host, playful competitions and soap bubbles at the wedding give a feeling of freedom and childlike spontaneity. And finally, among the many guests it is easy to find IT – interesting and charming. At first, I didn’t pay attention to him – plump, unprepossessing. The whole evening flirted with the father of the groom, a charming such uncle, a real colonel.
Mother of the groom turned my attention: -You would have found a girl for our Olezhek! (And I must say that I found the bride to the groom). Well, we’re sitting and talking. I go through the candidates for dating, and he all refuses. We did not notice how everyone parted and we were left alone. Here the mother of the groom hints that the guests are guests, are the owners not tired of you? Clearly, it’s time to go home. I go to the hallway, get dressed, and he is behind me. -Olezhek, where are you going? – worried mother of the groom. – Yes, he escorts me to the bus stop. Why are you alarmed? A bus came up, I put out a pen, say goodbye. And he is on the handle – and on the bus. Okay, I think he’s spending it before the entrance. I hold out the handle, say goodbye, and he holds the handle – and into the staircase. At the door of the apartment I once again stretch out the handle – looking, and he is already in the apartment. Well, what can you do? Okay, I think, not small, free, once you can … In the morning I watered coffee, spent, the telephone had time to ask the same. I’ll sleep off, I think. No matter how! A couple of hours later he called, pulled out to visit. Music plays, Olezhek sings along, dances, in general, all in high spirits. He wanted to continue the banquet, you see. And so our relationship was born. It was good for us: walks, trips to nature, gatherings in cafes, chocolates, champagne. I bought a magazine, together I solved crosswords. It’s good for us, but it’s not good for my parents, I was older. Mom and grandma persuaded him to break with me, only he did not obey. And then they began to hide his outerwear for the night – a down jacket and boots. By that time, winter had already arrived, you couldn’t go out in the port itself. And somehow I’m sleeping already, I’m not waiting for anyone, I know that he is being guarded, and suddenly the doorbell rings. I open – he. In father’s padded jacket and felt boots. – Get ready let’s go for a walk. – Where to go? The second hour of the night! – Walk. ON THE ROAD OF LOVE. And imagine this picture: a winter night, twenty degrees below zero, calm, no people, no cars, and only two fools walk in their arms along the LOVE ROAD! A lot of water has flowed since then, but I remembered this winter walk for life.