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The story of a husband, wife and unloved about the transience of life
He hated his wife. Hated! They lived together for 20 years. As many as 20 years of his life he saw her every day in the morning, but last year it began to annoy her wild habits. Especially one of them: pulling hand and while still in bed, saying: "Hello sweetheart! Today will be a beautiful day. " It seems to be a common phrase, but her thin hands, her sleepy face hostility aroused in him.
She rose, passed along the window and a few seconds of staring into the distance. Then he took off the nightgown and walked naked into the bath. Earlier, at the beginning of the marriage, he admired her body, her freedom, bordering on debauchery. And although it is still her body was in great shape, her naked appearance makes him angry. Once he even wanted to push it, to hasten the process of "awakening", but assembled into a fist all his strength, and only said roughly: - Hurry up, already tired
! She was not in a hurry to live, she was aware of his novel on the side, even knew the girl with whom her husband met about three years. But time wounds pride tightened and left only a sad trail of uselessness. She forgave her husband's aggression, inattention, the desire to relive the youth. But do not let it interfere with living sedately, knowing every minute. So she decided to live with ever since she learned that she was ill. The disease eats it month after month and win soon.
The first desire urgent need - to talk about the disease. Everyone! To reduce the whole truth mercilessly, dividing it into pieces and distributing family. But the darkest night she survived alone in the knowledge of impending death, and on the second - took a firm decision to remain silent about everything. Her life flowed, and every day it was born of human wisdom, able to contemplate. She found solitude in a small rural library, the path to which he held a half-hour. And every day, she climbed into the narrow corridor between the shelves, signed by the old librarian "Secrets of Life and Death" and found a book in which he seemed to find all the answers.
He came to the house of his mistress. Everything was bright, warm, family. They dated for three years, and during that time he loved her abnormal love. He was jealous, demeaned, humiliated and could not seem to breathe away from her young body. Today he came here, and a firm decision was born in it: divorce. Why torture the three of them, he does not love his wife more than that - hate. And here it will heal in a new way, happily. He tried to recall the feelings that had once felt for his wife, but could not. He suddenly felt that she was so much annoyed him since the first day of their acquaintance. He pulled out a photo of his wife and wallets, as a sign of their determination to divorce, tore it into small pieces.
They agreed to meet at a restaurant. Where six months ago we marked the fifteenth anniversary of marriage. She came first. He stopped in front of the meeting house, where long sought in the cabinet papers necessary to apply for a divorce. In a somewhat nervous mood he wrenched the insides of boxes and throwing them on the floor. In one of them lay a dark blue folder sealed. Previously, he had not seen her. He squatted on the floor and in one motion tore off the tape. He expected to see anything there, even fotokompromat. But instead I found numerous analyzes and printing of medical institutions, statements, certificates. All sheets were listed last name and initials of his wife. Guess it pierced him like an electric shock, and a trickle of cold ran down her back. Sick
He climbed into the Internet, has entered into a search engine the name of the diagnosis, and the display shows the terrible phrase: "From 6 to 18 months." He looked at the date: six months have passed since the survey. What happened, he remembered the bad. The only phrase spinning in my head, "6-18 months»
. She waited for him for forty minutes. The phone is not answered, it paid off in a row and went outside. It was a beautiful autumn weather, the sun is not thick, but warm the soul. "How wonderful life is good on the ground, next to the sun, the forest." For the first time ever that she knows about the disease, it fills a sense of self-pity. She had the strength to keep a secret, a terrible secret about her illness from her husband, parents, friends. She tried to ease their existence, even if the cost of their shattered lives. Moreover, from this life will soon be only a memory. She walked down the street and saw the eyes of the people are happy because everything ahead, would be the winter, followed by spring without fail! She was not given more to experience this feeling. Resentment grew in it and pulled out a stream of endless tears ...
He paced around the room. For the first time in his life he desperately, almost physically felt the transience of life. He remembered a young wife, at the time when they first met and were full of hope. And because he loved her then. He suddenly felt that these twenty years is gone. Still ahead: happiness, youth, life ... In these last days he has surrounded her care, was with her 24 hours a day and is experiencing an unprecedented happiness. He was afraid that she would leave, he was ready to give his life, if only to save her. And if someone had reminded him that a month ago he hated his wife and wanted to get a divorce, he would say: "It was not me." He saw her hard to say goodbye to life as she cries in the night, thinking he was asleep. He knew no worse punishment than to know the period of his death. He saw how she fought for her life, clinging to the most delusional hope.
She died two months later. He filled up the road from the house with flowers to the cemetery. He cried like a baby when lowered the coffin, he was older than a thousand years ... At home, under her pillow, he found a note, a desire which she wrote for the New Year. "Be happy with him until his death»
They say that all desire, thought New Year's Eve, are executed. Apparently, it's true, because in the same year, he wrote: "To be free." Everyone got what seemed to be dreaming. He laughed loud, hysterical laughter and torn piece of paper with a desire to pieces ...
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