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5 people work in one office and one pregnant woman, let her be healthy, and she and the child, however, without sarcasm. But the future mother has already got everyone. First: do not use perfume, well, toxicosis, we accept. Second - remove the coffee machine and do not drink coffee in the office, she is sick, eat in the hallway.

She constantly wants to sleep and, but she doesn’t want to give it away either, because she will get less. We help as much as possible, but now there is a shortage, so we do not always have time to do our work, and we stay after work or take work home. To which the pregnant woman is offended and asks to take her part of the work, and when you refuse her, she says: “I’m pregnant, I can’t be refused.” And the fact that I will sit until one or two in the morning does not interest her. And when I told her that at 23:00 I saw her online in the social. networks and she could take the work home and finish it, then she was offended. She said she was resting at home. It turns out well - he doesn’t work at work, he rests at home. But you need to eat in the corridor or eat those foods that do not smell like it.

A year later, it turns out that the girl who was taken from the orphanage is mentally ill. She drank a lot of blood, and threw herself at her foster mother with fists if she didn’t give her cigarettes (or later, a bottle). They, having learned that the adopted daughter was sick, did not abandon her, arranged for a special school, because. did not take in the usual.

It has always been difficult for me to connect with people. Even at school, I always stood on the sidelines when my classmates whispered, giggled and shot their eyes in the direction of the boys. I was simply not interested in maintaining these conversations about anything, and pride did not allow me to be imposed.

The same thing continued when I entered the university. There were the same girls who contemptuously-condescendingly looked at my not-too-fashionable sweaters and not-too-short skirts and passed by. The guys also didn’t notice me point-blank, flirting with might and main with my classmates - bright, fashionable and lively.

At first, I tried to convince myself that none of this bothered me. But how I sometimes wanted to turn the tide, to let everyone know that I am not such a gray mouse, that it is interesting to talk with me! Several timid attempts to get close to classmates ended in nothing - my quiet remarks were simply not heard, I stood nearby, like a poor relative, and quietly walked away, burning with shame.

HARD CASE

Lyudochka Samoilova reigned at the university.

Women who neglect caution and common sense in an effort to dramatically change their lives are often cruelly avenged by fate for their disobedience. At one time I threw myself into the pool with my head, for which in the end I paid the price, having experienced many hardships.

For a long time, everything in my life was normal and predictable. After school, she graduated from typist courses and got a job as a secretary in one of the offices. In her free time, she met with her girlfriends, went to the cinema, ran to dances. There she met her future husband. Sergey worked at the factory, he was good looking, and his character suited me quite well. When we decided to get married, his parents decided to leave for the village, and they left us an apartment. And then everything went on knurled: a daughter was born, we began to save up for a car, went out into nature on the weekends, and spent our holidays in the countryside. They looked after the garden, went for mushrooms, swam in the river. And everything would be fine, but some anxiety gnawed at me, every now and then the thought crept in: is this really how my whole life will pass? I languished in boredom, dissatisfaction, dreamed of something unrealizable. I already understand now that I just toiled without love, and then everything seemed gray and hopeless. At work, the girls talked about dating

When one day my husband Igor quoted Gogol's "Dead Souls" to me and called me Plyushkina, I was terribly offended. He said that I "drag all the junk into the house." And our house, they say, is not rubber at all. But this is shameless slander! I bring only the things I need into the house!

And it all started because of a mere trifle: he decided to get his fishing tackle from the mezzanine, and when he opened the door, a voluminous package with things that I had recently bought and had not yet had time to determine a place for them fell right on his head. Among the various rags in the same bag was a new stainless steel saucepan.

A week before, on Sunday, when we had guests, our three-year-old Maxim knocked cocoa on my knees - my favorite dress was finished. I had to urgently console myself with something: Galina and I went to the shopping center. In the end, I bought a frilly skirt, four crop tops in different colors, two pairs of trousers, and a stunning dress in a very fashionable purple color. Spinning home, I sat in front of the closet for half an hour thinking: where should I put all this? I had to temporarily send to the mezzanine. We have a small closet of some kind, it would be necessary to buy a new one.

CREATIVE PERSONS

Who is not familiar with the situation: your beloved man leaves you, you suffer for a long time, you suffer. And many years later, accidentally meeting a former lover, you are perplexed: why was I so hurt by this person?

Our romance with Denis can be compared to a roller coaster - ups and downs. We quarreled violently, reconciled no less violently, parted "forever", and then met again, unable to bear the separation. But, apparently, at some point he was tired of these passions, and he decided to cling to a safe harbor. And after our next quarrel, he did not call again. And I waited, hoped - well, how? After all, we were created for each other, and the degree of our closeness is such that it cannot be higher. Finally she could not stand it and called him herself.

And I recently got married, - I heard such a native voice in the receiver.

Yes, Nadia. Our relationship with you has reached an impasse. And I didn't want my family to become the scene of hostilities.

However, it is not so much my fading face that worries him, but the imperfection of my figure. “Honey, at your age you need to take more care of the body” - I hear this several times a day. After all, the husband is not only younger, he is also a fitness trainer in one of the most fashionable city clubs. That's the kind of life I have.

MOM-GRANDMA

I wanted to write “but it all started so beautifully,” then I realized that this was not true, everything did not start very beautifully. Can you say a few words about yourself?

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I have long wanted to write about my friend. But somehow the puzzles in my head do not add up.

Probably not one post will pull.

There are people - riddles. I had a chance to meet one of them about 25 years ago. The victim in the criminal case was a music teacher. Skinny, mobile. like mercury, she immediately got used to my office, warned me that she could not hear well, showed me the hearing aid.

From that day began our many years of communication. You don't meet interesting people every day. And she was one of those.

Here is her story. I can’t ask permission, because the woman is gone.

At the age of 5, Tamara (this is her real name) became almost deaf. It happened after the flu. The most offensive thing for her was that the children refused to play with her and began to tease her.
Then my father bought a piano and hired a visiting music teacher. Then I managed to somehow determine the music school.

Her family life was not successful. Shortly after the birth of her daughter, she had to part with her husband. About this period, she said that she was constantly sleeping. I knew it wasn't normal, but I couldn't help it.

Once, while cleaning the apartment, I found packs of sleeping pills, several already empty packages. Here the secret of her hibernation was revealed.

Then there was a long conversation with her husband, a difficult parting for both. And misunderstanding on the part of the mother. Cool relations between them persisted throughout their lives. I remember this proud beautiful woman - the employee of the Bank. She managed to outlive her youngest daughter.

The reason for which Tamara applied for protection was frequent for single women.
A gentleman was found, surrounded by attention and care, became a member of her apartment. But the good didn't last long.

He turned out to be a jealous and cruel man. He demanded a report on any occasion. The showdown ended in torture - he extinguished cigarettes about her, poked a sharp object, did not let her go to work. It lasted a lot of time.

Tamara wrote to the district police officer, tried to free her apartment from the tenant, underwent forensic examinations, hid them from acquaintances.

By the time the criminal case was opened, there was a lot of evidence. Therefore, it was possible to determine the gentleman for three years in a colony.

He became affectionate. They sent letters from the colony, first about love and asking for forgiveness, then with threats and promises to bring the matter to an end.

These three years have gone by quickly.

One spring afternoon, we were sitting at the piano in her room (I was taking lessons from her then) when they began to knock on the door. From Tamara's face, I immediately realized who was behind the door.

It was our inmate. He quickly wound up from the fact that they did not open, shouted, kicked the door. We were afraid that the door would not hold out and jumped out through the open window.

It is clear that she and the child had to wait somewhere temporarily so that the inmate would calm down and stop pursuing her.

I offered my apartment. By that time my husband had died. The children didn't mind. And Tamara settled with her daughter in one of our rooms.

These past couple of months have been difficult for me. By nature, I am a homely person, I like it to be calm, measured. And then it feels like the wind has rushed into your life.

Tamara was concerned about everything. She was constantly running somewhere, helping someone, repairing something, knitting, composing. Somehow, among other things, she was interested in the affairs of her daughter and ran away again.

And one day she announced that she was ready to return home, that she had met a young guy. He returned from the Army, knows about her problems and offered his protection. As a friend. No more.

This friend turned out to be a little older than my son. Silent, sedate, laconic, he kept to himself. Almost like in the verses "ice and fire".

Several times I saw a number of these completely dissimilar people. Thin black Tamara, ready to take off at any moment, conducted the conversation. She needed to have time to understand what they were talking about. To help, to teach, that was her mission.

Andrei carefully peered into her face, spoke loudly and articulately, not paying attention to those around her. He clearly felt like a senior, although the difference in their age was at least 10 years. Maybe more.

To be continued.

When I was 17 years old, I went to my grandmother in a village located in Ukraine on the outskirts of Kharkov. Then, when I was still at school, I often went there for a walk, chat with my old friends and acquaintances, meet relatives, and just to take a break from city life. There is not far, if you go by car or on a motorcycle, the river Seversky Donets and a huge forest. She loved that place very much and often rested there until she entered the university, got married and moved to Russia. I'll start with the backstory. When my aunt was about my age, she met there with one guy - Misha. They had a good relationship and they had already begun to talk about the wedding, when suddenly everything changed spontaneously. They just both cooled off in relation to each other and this was the end of their relationship. Although they remained friends and still communicate after so many years. After 5 years, he had a son, Cyril (Kirya - that's what I call him), whom I will talk about later. And that's where we end the story. So, I will continue where I started this fascinating story))). I got together with my girlfriends there to go to a local club for a disco, dance, drink, unwind and so on, well, in general, it’s understandable ... but so far without any vulgar overtones !!!)))) There I met this Kirill and his girlfriend Alina, who happened to be my best friend's cousin. At that time, Kira was 19. Getting to know each other a little better, after walking for a couple of weeks in the same company, we realized that we were old acquaintances and maybe even friends. It turns out that a very long time ago, when we were still children: I was then 6 years old, probably, and he was two years older ... and in the next 5 years we often went to this village in the forest for night picnics around the fire. And by the way, I was there with my aunt and her fiancé, and he was with his father, Uncle Misha, and his mother. I remembered something like that, but I didn’t know that it was this particular Kirill))) We began to communicate well and, out of old friendship, he offered to introduce me to his best friend, who just needed to be consoled after another breakup with girl. I didn’t mind, because at that time I was alone and I wanted a boyfriend for myself, finally. The next day, Kirya introduced me to Igor (18 years old) and his older brother Denis (20 years old). we talked, liked each other and, it seems like something started with us. About a week later, we decided to go all together (I, Igor, Denis, Kirill and Alina), so to speak, to "get in" with Kira, drink, watch movies. First, we went to the river to swim, fried sausages on a fire, vegetables, then we stopped at the store on the way home, bought alcohol and drove to our destination. Upon arrival, we sat, talked, and the case was already approaching sleep, and the body to the bed. Alina fell asleep halfway through the movie. There was me and the boys, Igor and I are already kissing, passion, emotions and all that)). We sat, laughed, and Kirya and my boyfriend went out for a smoke while Denis went to the restroom. But he quickly returned from there and sat down next to me. we looked at each other ... a spark flashed and we began to kiss. I liked it and felt ashamed of myself at the same time. Suddenly the “smokers” come in and I try to kind of push Dan away, but he presses me even more. As a result, Igor said that he was not offended, because he had reconciled with his girlfriend, so there was nothing wrong with what had happened. Denis and I went to the bedroom and just went to bed. Now he was my boyfriend. At night, when I thought everyone was asleep, I went outside to drink water and smoke. I made myself some coffee, took a cigarette from Dan while he was sleeping, and went around the corner of the house. I smoke ... I don’t touch anyone ... nothing portends trouble or the appearance of people. Kirill comes up to me from around the corner. I was in a hurry. He takes the cigarette from me, pulls, then pulls me up to him and exhales the smoke into my mouth (gypsy kiss). I look up and he's still holding me close to him. We started kissing like I've never kissed anyone before. he said that he had wanted to do it for a long time, but there was no way to find a suitable opportunity. We went to drink my coffee in the gazebo near the house in his yard. We are sitting. He puts my legs on his and climbs into my underpants, kisses my neck and collarbones at the same time, then moves to my lips, we begin to kiss passionately. He takes out his cock. I understand what he wants. And this is my first time. "You can say." because the first time with my ex, nothing really happened (made me not a virgin, twitched for a minute and fell down, impotent). I give Kirill a blowjob. Then I sit on top of him and we start fucking right in the gazebo, slowly at first, gradually accelerating almost until we lose our pulse. At the moment when he AHU ** NO "loves" me on the table, Alina goes out into the street. She woke up from the noise. It was I who moaned so that even the dogs began to howl, even if someone had not woken up. She did not immediately understand what was going on. She did not even suspect who I was there with, because it was still dark. But Kirya did not stop, he only every time got stronger and deeper into me. We both liked it. Alina stood and went into the house, with the words “I won’t bother you” ... she still thought that I was with Igor ... she didn’t know how life changes while she sleeps)))). Kirill at this moment, with a sharp movement, turns me over on the table with his stomach and continues to fuck me like a bitch))) Then he finished in me. Twice! Because he didn't want to stop. Fortunately, I drank contraceptive COCs for therapeutic purposes. We sat a little more in the gazebo, hoping that Alya would go to bed and finally decided to go into the house ... she sat and cried. She realized that I was with Kirey when she did not find HIM, but found Igor and Dan in the house. But nothing could be returned, and I did not regret at all what had happened. Alina and Cyril broke up after dating for almost 2 years. Now Kirei and I had great sex every day, the rest of the days I spent there until early September. We fucked just like the first time, wherever it was possible ... and where it was impossible, too.))) Then I left and came back the next year. He again met with some girl. And so it was every year. History repeated itself as soon as I arrived there. I'm not at all ashamed that I took him away from the girls 5 times.