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Anastasia, being a divorced lady, considers the surrounding men for the position of a possible sexual partner. She does not want a serious relationship after an unsuccessful marriage. And it seems to the heroine that there are no standing men around, although the neighbor is very kind... And Romka in the office tries to flirt... not only Nastya, but also all the girls of the company!

– Kat! On pace! I called out to my five year old daughter. She spun in front of the mirror, carefully smearing Little Fairy lipstick on her lips. Looking at her, for the umpteenth time, I thought how good it is that I have a daughter. And what would you do with the boy?

I was already late for work, and I still had to bring my daughter to kindergarten. I grumbled at the damn winter, because of which I have to put on a hat and ruin my styling, then I took out my short Mouton fur coat from the closet. Sorry, there is no money for a mink. This one took a couple of months to save up.

"Daughter, are you ready?" I asked Katyukha. She pulled on her jumpsuit.

- Ma! I also want a fur coat and boots with heels! I'm big!

“They won’t let you out in a fur coat at lunchtime, because you will freeze and wet the stump on the hill!” I can buy you a fur coat, but then you won’t go for walks, and you won’t go sledding with Nikita!

Katyukha wrinkled her forehead, carefully considering my speech, and said:

- OK. I'm in overalls.

We jumped out of the entrance, I mentally cursed the snow that covered the entire car, just when there was no time. It was colder in the car than outside, oh, this domestic auto industry.

“So, listen to the music,” I said to my daughter, who was buckling herself in her seat, “I went to dig out the car.

Cursing what the weather is worth, my ex-husband-goat, my old "Zhiguli", I strenuously swept snow from the car.

- Neighbor! someone shouted from behind me. I looked back. Yura's neighbor Judging by the huge felt boots with rubber galoshes and a piece of iron for drilling ice, he soaped himself for fishing.

- Hello! – I waved the brush, – Fishing?

– Aha! I have crucians in my ear!

- You pike is better heh catch it! I shouted.

I think that if Yuri was alone, he would have long since fallen at my feet with flowers. He was a kind of village bumpkin, forever shaggy, sweaty, but immensely kind and generous. A day later, he fed my Katya with sweets, ice cream and all kinds of rubbish that children love. He regularly supplied me with fish, meat, fruits and everything “just like that”. He was not officially married, but had a civil wife of a glossy appearance. Everything was with her - tight jeans, short blouses with a deep neckline, all year round tanned face - solarium, naturally, unnaturally plump lips and so on. At first, stupid, I was amazed, what did she find in him? And then she looked and realized - what, she would come home, and he would cook everything, wash the floors, kiss her legs and arms. And she, I suppose, also has a boyfriend. Directly Aphrodite of our entrance. Needless to say, for our grandmothers, she was a prostitute, and I was a good girl. But I must say that the glossy partridge was jealous of her bumpkin Yura for me. She didn’t greet me and every time she yelled if he came to me to give gifts “in a neighborly way”. And he still walked.

Someone will say that a normal girl should not accept anything from a man in such cases, reduce communication with him. I do not think so. I really treat him very well, he is my friend, and I am always glad to see him, and I will be grateful for the male help in everyday life. By the way, I also give him gifts for the holidays, and not carp, but an expensive perfume, or a fashionable scarf. True, where it all goes - FIG knows. He still walks, almost in a sweatshirt and stinks of sweat.

- And this, Nastena, how it will turn out! He laughed in response and disappeared around the corner.

We live on the outskirts of the city, there are three or four stops to the nearest lake on regular buses that go to nearby villages. That's where my neighbor, a fisherman, drives public transport, because he doesn't have his own. I lovingly patted the roof of my Zhiguli. It's better than nothing.

“Ma, how long have you been there?” Katya called from the car.

- Everything already! - I finally scraped the snow under the wheels with my high-heeled boots, as if this would really help to get out, and got behind the wheel.

Actually my favorite season is winter. But not in the city at rush hour. In our town the streets are narrow, in general, in my opinion, they were built under the Soviet regime, and that’s all. And now every chicken like me has a car. I won't talk about the men. In short, there are many riders, but few roads. By the time we arrived, we had collected all the plugs. I braked sharply at the kindergarten. Came out of the gate a tall man with an amazingly attractive face, a kind of man with a deodorant from an advertisement. No hat, jacket open, everything is as it should be. And why haven't I seen him before? I immediately scanned right hand. Well, of course, the ring. Naturally, what would a free man do here? This is a kindergarten. I sighed heavily. Men are dying, they are dying. And if a prominent individual comes across, then he is married, without options.

- Jump out, baby! - I said to my daughter and went out myself. Having handed over Katyukha to the teacher, I found out that I need to hand over two thousand on Monday. And why am I not surprised? I didn't even elaborate on what. It seems to me that in our kindergartens there is a catastrophic lack of everything - pencils, paper, plasticine. Well, judging by the monthly requisitions, unofficial, so to speak, the children eat, or what is this plasticine? I mentally cursed, realizing that again I did not fit into the monthly budget because of some two thousand. Again, you have to ask your parents. Take-all.

I got to work fifteen minutes late, angry as a dog. The director was walking down the corridor. Well, so that life does not seem like a raspberry.

- Schmidt! How are we always late? - Alexander Vasilyevich menacingly moved his shaggy red eyebrows.

- Traffic jams, Alexander Vasilyevich! I bleated.

But I also drive! he barked. “And mind you, he came on time.

I really wanted to say that you, the goat, do not need to collect and take your five-year-old daughter to the garden, collect yourself, and you do not need to hand over the last two thousand on Monday for plasticine. Of course, I, like any resident of Russia, hate my boss, but I need money. Therefore, she said nothing and slipped sideways into the office. Nothing, oh, one day, when I write a letter of resignation, how I express everything that I think about him.

- Hello, Nastena! Inna greeted me. Another manager of our small company. Inna was also single, but had no children. She devoted her entire salary to her beloved, which is why she was a very well-groomed, prominent woman. But, in my opinion, it’s better to be a single mother with a constant hole in the budget than an overdressed and useless aunt.

“Hi,” I muttered, turning on the computer and kettle at the same time.

Our company was engaged in the purchase and resale of medical equipment, from pipettes to dental equipment. The office occupied only one floor of a small building. The boss, accounting department and programmers had a separate territory, where would it be without them, all the rest were sitting in the same room. I mean, me too. In my employment record, a purchasing manager is beautifully written. In fact, I forwarded incoming applications to manufacturers, tracked delivery, and maintained primary documentation. All. There were rotten days when I, sitting at work, read books, since my salary did not depend on sales. Unlike runners. That's what we call sales representatives. There is a whole conference room for them in our office, where they come at the end of the working day to present a report to the management. Sometimes they drop by in the morning. And there is also a sacred place where holidays are celebrated and gossip is discussed - the dining room. In fact, this is a small bench with a table, a sofa and a microwave. Everyone drags food from the house, warms it, and because there is a constant stench of stewed cabbage with onions.

- Evil? - Inna asked, looking at the pointed arrows in the mirror in front of her eyes.

- Not the right word, I met Vasilyich, I got lyuley for being late, requisitions in the kindergarten, bullshit life.

- The former did not appear? Inna asked.

“Holy-holy-holy,” I even spat over my shoulder.

“Well, then it’s not all that bad,” she stated.

The whole office knew the story of the divorce from my ex-husband, because it was such that they thought to call the police. We met on the bus, I was on my way to a neighboring city for a wedding to a friend, I was then a young girl, a couple of years after university. He sat down next to me, made me laugh all the way, took the phone, got married a month later. So I can be calm - I got married for love, and not for flying. Outwardly, he did not attract me at first, he took it with communication, attitude towards me.

Together with my dad, I bought an apartment in which a protracted renovation began. Under the guise of this repair, I was fused to my parents, and then I found out that he had been dating someone else for a long time. And, besides, from a certain lady has a child already school age. And he was also judged. And so on and so forth. When the scandals began, a completely different side of him opened up. I don’t even want to remember how I ran away from him at night to a friend, how one day I came home, and the keys to the door of our apartment did not fit me. A protracted divorce through the court with the division of property, harassment and threats, when the court ruled in my favor - Katya and I got most of the apartment. If not for the support of my parents, I would have gone crazy. This idiot came to work, called, threatened. So everyone knew how "fun" it was. I won't say anything about alimony, I think everything is clear.

- Good morning! Roman greeted. Romka was the same manager as me, just in a different direction of goods. He was not categorically considered as a potential groom, since he was young, thin and, as my friend Stesha says, “I don’t move anything on him.”

I think there is nothing strange in the fact that I, like a terminator, scan males for suitability at least for sex, and at most for civil marriage. The second species has not yet met at all. I no longer wanted to go to the registry office, and it seems to me that there are no such men who would like to.

Gradually the people came up - Aliya, Utah. Notice that they were all too late, but only I was “lucky”.

“Guys, today there will be a big delivery from CJSC Medtechniki,” Aliya said, pouring tea, “so let's get tense.

I didn't really want to push myself, but I didn't have a choice. After a couple of hours of hard work, I checked my daughter's whereabouts with her new watch, which she had begged for for her birthday. It is clear that she has nowhere to be, except in kindergarten, but I felt calmer that way. While I took the tea that I had drunk in the morning to the toilet, my mobile phone was ringing.

“Your mom called,” Romka said without looking up from the monitor.

“How do you know it’s mom,” I asked, checking the missed ones.

Who else calls you in the morning? Only mom! – convincingly responded Romka.

– Ha! Well, thank you! - I even freaked out - Or maybe it's Danila Kozlovsky!

"That can't be happening," Yuta said.

- Why is this? - I was completely angry, - Am I completely unattractive?

“That's not the point,” Yuta continued, without ceasing to fiddle with the photocopier, “he is gay and his couple, Philip Kirkorov, say!”

- Come on! - I'm already freaked out, - It can't be!

- Yes, figs with him with Lazarev, you can still believe about him, but Kozlovsky! - My computer is frozen.

Everyone started yelling and laughing at me. On the windowsill, the radio sang softly, it seemed like a wave of 94 FM.

- Quiet! Aliya screamed.

There was deathly silence.

- Kozlovsky's girlfriend sings! She also yelled loudly. And in the ensuing silence, Kirkorov's song floated from the radio throughout the office:

Why is the snow so cruel, leaves your footprints

And in a circle why run and run from me you.

Doesn't let you sleep until morning, melted snow - it's water,

All you need to know is that I love you forever.

Words cannot express the laughter that echoed through the office. And then Inna added fuel to the fire:

- By the way, Kirkorov's children are more beautiful than Galkin's! Maybe because he is Kozlovsky's girlfriend?

I don't know how much more we would sneer at Russian actors and singers. But then Alexander Vasilyevich flew into the office:

- Do you have fun? - he growled, - There are trucks at the warehouse, waiting for unloading, they quickly took the waybills and got down to business!

We, like delinquent schoolchildren, continued to work, burying our noses in the monitors.

- Hello! - Svyatoslav stood in the doorway. Don't be scared, not a saint at all, just an ordinary guy in his thirties. Well, my age. He was listed as an assistant warehouse manager, but in fact he shoveled more than all of them put together. Like Romka, "nothing stirred" at him, for he was ordinary, short, had whitish hair and eyelashes, which never attracted me. I didn’t have a ring on my finger, I didn’t even try to find out about the presence of the girl, because I don’t care. The girls called him the Saint behind his back. But I’m thinking, okay, my parents liked the name, but when he was born all so white, couldn’t they call him something else? Only a halo above the whitish crown is missing, Lord forgive me.

- Can I borrow some water from you? - Svyatoslav asked, heading to the cooler with a kettle, - Otherwise, we have nothing left.

- Horse-e-e-echno, - we drawled in unison.

At that moment, Olya, Vassilich's secretary, entered.

- People! There was infa on the New Year's corporate party!

“Oh-oh-oh, bli-i-in,” I whined. It's not that I didn't like to go to corporate parties ... Although, yes, I didn't. Relax - you will not relax, because the leadership is on the alert. There are no sexual adventures, since I have known all our guests and office workers for a couple of years, and nothing will happen to anyone there. We need to think about where to put Katya in the evening, since these fucking corporate parties are always in the middle of the week on weekdays, and her parents live sixty kilometers from our city. They also take half the cost of food on the snout from the salary. In short, overlaid on all sides. And not walking is impossible. Vasilyich does not like this and forces everyone by force. So to say, the team should be close-knit and friendly. Oh yes, I also forgot to add a dress and shoes to the list of cons. Everything must be new and handy. And then it hangs in the closet, and there is nowhere to put it on. Both styling and manicure. And all in order to eat aspic tongue, I hate it, sip sour champagne and wait until you can go home.

- And where are we going? Inna perked up.

- The Pink Flamingo! Olya announced solemnly.

- Oh-oh-oh, bli-i-in! I whined again. The institution was not from the poor, which means that they would deduct decently from the salary for beef tongue. Approximately as for red caviar. Or maybe black.

- From the salary will be removed by two thousand! - Olya announced in such a cheerful voice, as if we had fulfilled the plan of the first five-year plan.

– I hate New Year, I muttered. I still needed to buy an ugly doll in a coffin, some kind of Monster High. Lord, and what do modern children only watch? Or am I getting old? For me, "Well, wait a minute" is the perfect cartoon. The most disgusting thing is that these Monster Highs are more expensive than the jellied tongue in the Pink Flamingo. So, I hate them doubly.

End of introductory segment.

Polezhaeva Inna Anatolievna

Recipe for simple happiness

Recipe for simple happiness.

Kat! On pace! I called out to my five year old daughter. She spun in front of the mirror, carefully smearing Little Fairy lipstick on her lips. Looking at her, for the umpteenth time, I thought how good it is that I have a daughter. And what would you do with the boy?

Daughter, are you ready? - I asked Katyukha. She pulled on her jumpsuit.

Ma! I also want a fur coat and boots with heels! I'm big!

They won’t let you out in a fur coat at lunchtime, because you will freeze and wet the stump on the hill! I can buy you a fur coat, but then you won’t go for walks, and you won’t go sledding with Nikita!

Katyukha wrinkled her forehead, carefully considering my speech, and said:

OK. I'm in overalls.

We jumped out of the entrance, I mentally cursed the snow that covered the entire car, just when there was no time. It was colder in the car than outside, oh, this domestic auto industry.

So, listen to the music, - I said to my daughter, who was buckling herself in her seat, - I went to dig out the car.

Cursing what the weather is worth, my ex-husband-goat, my old "Zhiguli", I strenuously swept snow from the car.

Neighbor! someone shouted from behind me. I looked back. Yura's neighbor Judging by the huge felt boots with rubber galoshes and a piece of iron for drilling ice, he soaped himself for fishing.

Hello! - I waved the brush, - Fishing?

Aha! I have crucians in my ear!

You better catch a pike! I shouted.

I think that if Yuri was alone, he would have long since fallen at my feet with flowers. He was a kind of village bumpkin, forever shaggy, sweaty, but immensely kind and generous. A day later, he fed my Katya with sweets, ice cream and all kinds of rubbish that children love. I was regularly supplied with fish, meat, fruits and everything "just like that". He was not officially married, but had a civil wife of a glossy appearance. Everything was with her - tight jeans, short blouses with a deep neckline, a tanned face all year round - a solarium, of course, unnaturally plump lips, and so on. At first, stupid, I was amazed, what did she find in him? And then she looked and realized - what, she would come home, and he would cook everything, wash the floors, kiss her legs and arms. And she, I suppose, also has a boyfriend. Directly Aphrodite of our entrance. Needless to say, for our grandmothers, she was a prostitute, and I was a good girl. But I must say that the glossy partridge was jealous of her bumpkin Yura for me. She didn’t greet me and every time she yelled if he came to me to give away the gifts “in a neighborly way”. And he still walked.

And this, Nastena, how it will turn out! - he laughed in response and disappeared around the corner.

Ma, are you there for a long time? Katya called from the car.

Everything already! - I finally scraped the snow under the wheels with my high-heeled boots, as if it really would help to get out, and got behind the wheel.

Actually my favorite season is winter. But not in the city at rush hour. In our town the streets are narrow, in general, in my opinion, they were built under the Soviet regime, and that’s all. And now every chicken like me has a car. I won't talk about the men. In short, there are many riders, but few roads. By the time we arrived, we had collected all the plugs. I braked sharply at the kindergarten. A tall man with an amazingly attractive face was coming out of the gate, a kind of man with a deodorant from an advertisement. No hat, jacket open, everything is as it should be. And why haven't I seen him before? Immediately scanned the right hand. Well, of course, the ring. Naturally, what would a free man do here? This is a kindergarten. I sighed heavily. Men are dying, they are dying. And if a prominent individual comes across, then he is married, without options.

Jump out, baby! - I said to my daughter and went out myself. Having handed over Katyukha to the teacher, I found out that I need to hand over two thousand on Monday. And why am I not surprised? I didn't even elaborate on what. It seems to me that in our kindergartens there is a catastrophic lack of everything - pencils, paper, plasticine. Well, judging by the monthly requisitions, unofficial, so to speak, the children eat, or what is this plasticine? I mentally cursed, realizing that again I did not fit into the monthly budget because of some two thousand. Again, you have to ask your parents. Take-all.

I got to work fifteen minutes late, angry as a dog. The director was walking down the corridor. Well, so that life does not seem like a raspberry.

Schmidt! How are we always late? - Alexander Vasilievich menacingly moved his shaggy red eyebrows.

Traffic jams, Alexander Vasilyevich! I bleated.

But I'm also going by car! - he barked, - And mind you, I came on time.

Hello Nastena! Inna greeted me. Another manager of our small company. Inna was also single, but had no children. She devoted her entire salary to her beloved, which is why she was a very well-groomed, prominent woman. But, in my opinion, it’s better to be a single mother with a constant hole in the budget than an overdressed and useless aunt.

Hello, - I muttered, turning on the computer and the kettle at the same time.

Our company was engaged in the purchase and resale of medical equipment, from pipettes to dental equipment. The office occupied only one floor of a small building. The boss, accounting department and programmers had a separate territory, where would it be without them, all the rest were sitting in the same room. I mean, me too. In my employment record, a purchasing manager is beautifully written. In fact, I forwarded incoming applications to manufacturers, tracked delivery, and maintained primary documentation. All. There were rotten days when I, sitting at work, read books, since my salary did not depend on sales. Unlike "runners". That's what we call sales representatives. There is a whole conference room for them in our office, where they come at the end of the working day to present a report to the management. Sometimes they drop by in the morning. And there is also a sacred place where holidays are celebrated and gossip is discussed - the dining room. In fact, this is a small bench with a table, a sofa and a microwave. Everyone drags food from the house, warms it, and because there is a constant stench of stewed cabbage with onions.

"Daughter, are you ready?" I asked Katyukha. She pulled on her jumpsuit.

- Ma! I also want a fur coat and boots with heels! I'm big!

Katyukha wrinkled her forehead, carefully considering my speech, and said:

- OK. I'm in overalls.

We jumped out of the entrance, I mentally cursed the snow that covered the entire car, just when there was no time. It was colder in the car than outside, oh, this domestic auto industry.

“So, listen to the music,” I said to my daughter, who was buckling herself in her seat, “I went to dig out the car.

Cursing what the weather is worth, my ex-husband-goat, my old "Zhiguli", I strenuously swept snow from the car.

- Neighbor! someone shouted from behind me. I looked back. Yura's neighbor Judging by the huge felt boots with rubber galoshes and a piece of iron for drilling ice, he soaped himself for fishing.

- Hello! – I waved the brush, – Fishing?

– Aha! I have crucians in my ear!

- You better catch a pike on hehe! I shouted.

I think that if Yuri was alone, he would have long since fallen at my feet with flowers. He was a kind of village bumpkin, forever shaggy, sweaty, but immensely kind and generous. A day later, he fed my Katya with sweets, ice cream and all kinds of rubbish that children love. He regularly supplied me with fish, meat, fruits and everything “just like that”. He was not officially married, but had a civil wife of a glossy appearance. Everything was with her - tight jeans, short blouses with a deep neckline, a tanned face all year round - a solarium, of course, unnaturally plump lips, and so on. At first, stupid, I was amazed, what did she find in him? And then she looked and realized - what, she would come home, and he would cook everything, wash the floors, kiss her legs and arms. And she, I suppose, also has a boyfriend. Directly Aphrodite of our entrance. Needless to say, for our grandmothers, she was a prostitute, and I was a good girl. But I must say that the glossy partridge was jealous of her bumpkin Yura for me. She didn’t greet me and every time she yelled if he came to me to give gifts “in a neighborly way”. And he still walked.

Someone will say that a normal girl should not accept anything from a man in such cases, reduce communication with him.

I do not think so. I really treat him very well, he is my friend, and I am always glad to see him, and I will be grateful for the male help in everyday life. By the way, I also give him gifts for the holidays, and not crucian carp, but dear steam ...

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Polezhaeva Inna Anatolievna
Recipe for simple happiness

Recipe for simple happiness.

"Daughter, are you ready?" I asked Katyukha. She pulled on her jumpsuit.

- Ma! I also want a fur coat and boots with heels! I'm big!

Katyukha wrinkled her forehead, carefully considering my speech, and said:

- OK. I'm in overalls.

We jumped out of the entrance, I mentally cursed the snow that covered the entire car, just when there was no time. It was colder in the car than outside, oh, this domestic auto industry.

“So, listen to the music,” I said to my daughter, who was buckling herself in her seat, “I went to dig out the car.

Cursing what the weather is worth, my ex-husband-goat, my old "Zhiguli", I strenuously swept snow from the car.

- Neighbor! someone shouted from behind me. I looked back. Yura's neighbor Judging by the huge felt boots with rubber galoshes and a piece of iron for drilling ice, he soaped himself for fishing.

- Hello! – I waved the brush, – Fishing?

– Aha! I have crucians in my ear!

- You better catch a pike on hehe! I shouted.

I think that if Yuri was alone, he would have long since fallen at my feet with flowers. He was a kind of village bumpkin, forever shaggy, sweaty, but immensely kind and generous. A day later, he fed my Katya with sweets, ice cream and all kinds of rubbish that children love. I was regularly supplied with fish, meat, fruits and everything "just like that". He was not officially married, but had a civil wife of a glossy appearance. Everything was with her - tight jeans, short blouses with a deep neckline, a tanned face all year round - a solarium, of course, unnaturally plump lips, and so on. At first, stupid, I was amazed, what did she find in him? And then she looked and realized - what, she would come home, and he would cook everything, wash the floors, kiss her legs and arms. And she, I suppose, also has a boyfriend. Directly Aphrodite of our entrance. Needless to say, for our grandmothers, she was a prostitute, and I was a good girl. But I must say that the glossy partridge was jealous of her bumpkin Yura for me. She didn’t greet me and every time she yelled if he came to me to give away the gifts “in a neighborly way”. And he still walked.

- And this, Nastena, how it will turn out! He laughed in response and disappeared around the corner.

“Ma, how long have you been there?” Katya called from the car.

- Everything already! - I finally scraped the snow under the wheels with my high-heeled boots, as if this would really help to get out, and got behind the wheel.

Actually my favorite season is winter. But not in the city at rush hour. In our town the streets are narrow, in general, in my opinion, they were built under the Soviet regime, and that’s all. And now every chicken like me has a car. I won't talk about the men. In short, there are many riders, but few roads. By the time we arrived, we had collected all the plugs. I braked sharply at the kindergarten. A tall man with an amazingly attractive face was coming out of the gate, a kind of man with a deodorant from an advertisement. No hat, jacket open, everything is as it should be. And why haven't I seen him before? Immediately scanned the right hand. Well, of course, the ring. Naturally, what would a free man do here? This is a kindergarten. I sighed heavily. Men are dying, they are dying. And if a prominent individual comes across, then he is married, without options.

I got to work fifteen minutes late, angry as a dog. The director was walking down the corridor. Well, so that life does not seem like a raspberry.

- Schmidt! How are we always late? - Alexander Vasilyevich menacingly moved his shaggy red eyebrows.

- Traffic jams, Alexander Vasilyevich! I bleated.

“But I'm also going by car!” he barked. “And mind you, I came on time.

end of introduction

Inna Polezhaeva

Recipe for simple happiness

"Daughter, are you ready?" I asked Katyukha. She pulled on her jumpsuit.

- Ma! I also want a fur coat and boots with heels! I'm big!

Katyukha wrinkled her forehead, carefully considering my speech, and said:

- OK. I'm in overalls.

We jumped out of the entrance, I mentally cursed the snow that covered the entire car, just when there was no time. It was colder in the car than outside, oh, this domestic auto industry.

“So, listen to the music,” I said to my daughter, who was buckling herself in her seat, “I went to dig out the car.

Cursing what the weather is worth, my ex-husband-goat, my old "Zhiguli", I strenuously swept snow from the car.

- Neighbor! someone shouted from behind me. I looked back. Yura's neighbor Judging by the huge felt boots with rubber galoshes and a piece of iron for drilling ice, he soaped himself for fishing.

- Hello! – I waved the brush, – Fishing?

– Aha! I have crucians in my ear!

- You better catch a pike on hehe! I shouted.

I think that if Yuri was alone, he would have long since fallen at my feet with flowers. He was a kind of village bumpkin, forever shaggy, sweaty, but immensely kind and generous. A day later, he fed my Katya with sweets, ice cream and all kinds of rubbish that children love. He regularly supplied me with fish, meat, fruits and everything “just like that”. He was not officially married, but had a civil wife of a glossy appearance. Everything was with her - tight jeans, short blouses with a deep neckline, a tanned face all year round - a solarium, of course, unnaturally plump lips, and so on. At first, stupid, I was amazed, what did she find in him? And then she looked and realized - what, she would come home, and he would cook everything, wash the floors, kiss her legs and arms. And she, I suppose, also has a boyfriend. Directly Aphrodite of our entrance. Needless to say, for our grandmothers, she was a prostitute, and I was a good girl. But I must say that the glossy partridge was jealous of her bumpkin Yura for me. She didn’t greet me and every time she yelled if he came to me to give gifts “in a neighborly way”. And he still walked.

- And this, Nastena, how it will turn out! He laughed in response and disappeared around the corner.

“Ma, how long have you been there?” Katya called from the car.

- Everything already! - I finally scraped the snow under the wheels with my high-heeled boots, as if this would really help to get out, and got behind the wheel.

Actually my favorite season is winter. But not in the city at rush hour. In our town the streets are narrow, in general, in my opinion, they were built under the Soviet regime, and that’s all. And now every chicken like me has a car. I won't talk about the men. In short, there are many riders, but few roads. By the time we arrived, we had collected all the plugs. I braked sharply at the kindergarten. A tall man with an amazingly attractive face was coming out of the gate, a kind of man with a deodorant from an advertisement. No hat, jacket open, everything is as it should be. And why haven't I seen him before? Immediately scanned the right hand. Well, of course, the ring. Naturally, what would a free man do here? This is a kindergarten. I sighed heavily. Men are dying, they are dying. And if a prominent individual comes across, then he is married, without options.

I got to work fifteen minutes late, angry as a dog. The director was walking down the corridor. Well, so that life does not seem like a raspberry.

- Schmidt! How are we always late? - Alexander Vasilyevich menacingly moved his shaggy red eyebrows.

- Traffic jams, Alexander Vasilyevich! I bleated.

But I also drive! he barked. “And mind you, he came on time.

“Hi,” I muttered, turning on the computer and kettle at the same time.

- Evil? - Inna asked, looking at the pointed arrows in the mirror in front of her eyes.

- Not the right word, I met Vasilyich, I got lyuley for being late, requisitions in the kindergarten, bullshit life.

- The former did not appear? Inna asked.

“Holy-holy-holy,” I even spat over my shoulder.

“Well, then it’s not all that bad,” she stated.

Together with my dad, I bought an apartment in which a protracted renovation began. Under the guise of this repair, I was fused to my parents, and then I found out that he had been dating someone else for a long time. And besides, he has a child of school age from a certain lady. And he was also judged. And so on and so forth. When the scandals began, a completely different side of him opened up. I don’t even want to remember how I ran away from him at night to a friend, how one day I came home, and the keys to the door of our apartment did not fit me. A protracted divorce through the court with the division of property, harassment and threats, when the court ruled in my favor - Katya and I got most of the apartment. If not for the support of my parents, I would have gone crazy. This idiot came to work, called, threatened. So everyone knew how "fun" it was. I won't say anything about alimony, I think everything is clear.