Just fate

How much, how much? My grandmother asked. Rather, grandmother, but who will waste time on this unnecessary "pr". Grandma, grandmother, we all called her there. Children, grandchildren and grandchildren. I strangled Lenka for a puffy ass. She whispered, followed by Timka, a favorite, a beloved kid, a Yorkshire terrier, just from a dog barber.
- Don't scare my grandmother with the price, - I struck a friend. What is natural for us and not so expensive for grandmother is a shock and an entire fortune.
Did you get the wool? Meanwhile, we could not wait to answer the question, how much we actually paid for the dog to bathe, dry, shave, look in the mouth, ears and eyes and once again told us that it was not a dog, but gold, in the literal sense, "if you want to sell, just call."
What kind of hair? Lenny interrupted my thoughts.
The dog was surprised.
Why Why?
How is it why?
Ba and Lenka looked at each other and clearly thought that one of them had survived from madness and the other was a fool from birth. Grandma looked at me so sympathetically, as if saying, “Where did you find her so dumb, Danya? Beautiful, of course, but dumb as a trap! They don’t know elementary things!” Ba of value found a bunch of shortcomings in all the chosen or chosen of his numerous descendants. Everything changed magically after the wedding. She was already protecting her new mother with a foam in her mouth and I was sure that we should sign up with Lenocka, she will soon become the best granddaughter in the world. So far we only lived together (which my grandmother did not know) and that’s why my girlfriend’s shortcomings were immeasurable. The nonsense has just added.
"How do you not know, sweet, the shoes, the belt can be tied out of wool, although with your cowboy, a thype, not a belt, not a dog, a toy, - the grandmother carefully licked Timka on the head, and he tried to lick her hand.
“Stupid,” said the grandmother, and wiped out her palm on the front, “the dog must sit on the chain, guard the house, and this what? Yes, her chain to the ground will squeeze, any good pinch will squeeze instantly. The ball.
Lenka broke out and already wanted to say something offensive and degrading, but I took her by the hand and said it was time for us. The grandmother immediately drowned, went to the warehouse for cakes, and I tried to explain to my loved one that in the village it is easier to treat animals.
“It’s not a village, it’s just people like that,” Lenocka spoke through tears and pressed Timka to herself even stronger. I wanted to bite him, but the strawberry cried at me, thinking, it was I brought to tears his beloved mistress, whom he was ready to protect until the last moment of his life.
Oh yeah you! And I buy food for you, I also watched your beloved bedside, I reproached Timka and was surprised that he did not whistle on his grandmother.
We don’t need any cakes, we went.
"Lenchik, don't shower, she didn't want to hurt you, she was raised like this: the dog is guarding the yard, the cat is catching mice, and all. Ba said that in her childhood cats were hardly fed, so they did not stop hunting.
It is cruel!
Yes, but it was so. Not from evil, believe me. She just doesn’t understand how a dog can live in an apartment and sleep with us on the bed.
The beloved dissatisfied with his shoulders and said goodbye to his grandmother dry and unfriendly. I thought she would be hurt too, but she didn’t even take her ear. Ba always believed that they are not yet married and can run away at any time and have nothing to pay special attention to the chosen person or chosen person. Few people came to help her with apples. I loaded Lennochka, Timko and three large baskets of apples into the car, kissed my grandmother and we left.
Where are so many apples? My loved one was quietly angry.
- First, let's eat or give, second, they are still lying down, you will baked the cake, - I squeezed a little. the linen and the kitchen didn't fit together and if I didn't have time to cook something, we ate semi-fabricates or went to the cafe. I hoped that becoming a full-fledged housewife, Lenchik would still learn to at least roast potatoes.
- You would have to go to your grandmother for a cake internship, - I joked unsuccessfully and immediately regretted this inappropriate phrase. Lenka was seriously offended and said that if I need a cook, he is a cooking technician and hundreds of chefs for every taste, and she doesn’t hold anyone.
We often quarreled and not just about the kitchen. I loved her and thought that feeling would help overcome absolutely any obstacles. Time has shown that I was very wrong. But until I knew about it, the future seemed to me difficult but interesting, I dreamed of children, of a large and friendly family, of Sunday cakes and trips. And now my beloved girl was there, Timka grabbed her on her knees and the apples smelled so strong and silly that I felt this moment. I don’t know what will happen next, but I’m absolutely happy here and now. Thank all the gods! I have such a capacity – to sharply feel reality and I am really grateful for it, this usually rarely happens to people, and I have so constantly and for an insignificant occasion. Lenka at such moments was even angry at me, she said, well, what such a happy thing is to pin down the fallen leaves or pick up chestnuts or tear apples or sit at the fire. Is it a chic restaurant, rest somewhere in a fashionable resort, there is happiness, and here...
- Lovely, but this is quite rare! I tried to convince her, because both the restaurant and the resort are such moments compared to a whole life and it is more profitable to enjoy the usual moments, they are more common!
I said too! is more profitable! to whom?
to yourself! Imagine happiness right now because we eat pizza and wine, we’re good together, we’re healthy and young, we’re happy.
I went to a restaurant today! I want to feel happiness there, not here.
“Well,” I laughed, realizing that we’re a little bit on the same wave, “you’ll be happy in the restaurant tomorrow.
In any union, someone always has to take the first step in everything, always someone is more tolerant, always loves a little more. Little or very much? It is like luck.
Lena and I broke up exactly a year later, she gathered up things - her own and Timkiny, saying that we didn't match the character - a convenient and polite parafrase of the words: "I don't love you anymore." I humbled myself before her, prayed for her return, guarded her, watched, thought she had someone else and was preparing to beat him and demand satisfaction. He acted like the last fool, like a hopelessly in love fool. It all passed with time, it really heals and two years later I with a light and free soul, one again went to my grandmother to help her with apples.
- Don't go into the bedroom, - so greeted me the loving bar. The bedroom was a small room in her tiny house - there was a grandmother's bed and a couch. A sacred place for me, there was a seriously ill grandfather, there he died and I always felt that he did not leave there, could not leave grandmother alone. I always went into the bedroom to say hello to my grandfather. Sometimes I even felt the smell of his papyrus there.
Why is? I was surprised how much I remember my grandmother rarely forbade anything so strictly.
- Wasenko was sick, - Grandma smelled a tear.
by Vasenko? I had the thought of an absolutely strange man who is sleeping in the place of his grandfather right now, even hiding with his favourite scrolled blanket, which was carefully folded in the bucket and no one, absolutely no one was allowed to touch him. I was so hurt and unpleasant by this betrayal that I couldn’t find anything to say and only asked:
The Vasena?
Thank you, let’s see, what can you say? My grandmother pulled me by the sleeve. I wanted to say that I am not a doctor and that it would be necessary to call a district therapist, and if you need money for medication to this stranger who dared to enter someone else's life, then I will, of course, help if the grandmother so shakes for this stranger Vasenko. I wanted to say all this, but I looked at the sad grandmother, upset and unhappy, put all my claims in my pocket and entered the house.
- Quietly, quietly, Vasenko, lie down, don't get up, - proverb my grandmother, entering the bedroom, and I became so disgusted, so disgusting, that now on the bed, in the place of my beloved grandfather I will see...
A large red cat stumbled into a silent bowl. Even if he could mock something with such a huge wound in his throat. The smell of a rotten cat met on the doorstep and tried to feed me all.
Can I give him a pill? I washed, but it doesn’t help, you see how it hurts?
The cat, in my opinion, was already half-deathed and he didn’t care. He was lying on a claw and a bench, from the wound the pus came, and the cat was burning. “Fire and outside and inside,” I thought.
"Once upon a time I was a beautiful man," I struck the cat, which did not even lead the ear, "you must have a veterinarian, did you go to him?
- How not to be, of course, ran to him, said nothing to translate any shit of medicine, knock his grandmother with pollen, and in the forest cast, so and advised, thrown, - the grandmother suddenly cried, like a small child, loudly, glimpsing, as if the cruelty of this world just now touched her, as there was no long and difficult life.
I started carefully, where did you get it from?
She wasn’t that she didn’t like cats and dogs, they were easy to replace in her world: to feed, to bury, to take another. The scheme was simple and there was no point of "treatment" in it. Not because my grandmother was evil or insensitive, it was just so that she was brought up.
“I came,” she wiped her tears with a clean cloth and said something quietly.
I didn’t hear you, ba.
- Dan, don't laugh only, I saw this Vasenko, I guessed for some reason: I will cure him, my grandfather will wait for me in that world, will not leave, and I will not cure...
Through the purulent smell I smelled papyrus and suddenly the thought came to my mind: "If we save the cat, the grandmother will still live a long time and the grandfather will stay here with her." I immediately blamed myself for it. You can never guess, for nothing. Especially for the dying cat and the beloved grandmother. “No, there is no connection between the cat and the grandmother!” I repeated about myself, trying to change what came to my mind, to change my thoughts, not to crack.
- Dan, - she cried again, already quietly, hopelessly, - Dan, please help.
"There can only help a miracle," I thought and started wondering: the call to the veterinarian, where Tim was taken, a long conversation with the administrator, the refusal - "we do not treat by photo, bring," I answer that they do not bring, they are silent sympathetically. Please call at least any doctor to the phone, I remember the name of Timkin's therapist - my Lenochka's mother-in-law - Elena Andreevna - a cute, pleasant girl, Lenochka even once competed with me. Wonder is wonderful! Elena Andreevna remembers Timka, she absolutely does not remember me, but out of love for my former dog agrees to look at the photos. I send.
Does he have a temperature? She called again, and by her voice I understood it was bad.
He is smoking.
She breathed. I understood it without words - the cat will not survive.
But there is hope? - I grabbed this fragile straw, and my grandmother and I, as two children, began to wait for miracles from the veterinarian, who had not even seen this red Vasenko.
- I don't know, you know that treating by photography is...
Yes, I understand, but can I do anything?
Take a record.
For our happiness, there was everything we needed in the pharmacy and the matter remained small - to do a few injections, wash the wound and hope for the best. I read, animals feel when they are treated, this same red fox felt nothing and beat like a lion, wishing to die with dignity, without needles and washing.
“And I pretended to be almost a corpse,” I said and assessed the consequences of treatment. The cat scratched my grandmother’s cheek, I got deep scratches on my arms, but I wrapped everything that was ordered and went home.
“No, Donetsk, no, don’t leave,” the grandmother was so frightened, as if a seriously ill relative was dying in her house.
Should I do it again tomorrow? Danny, I won’t be able to help anyone.
I took a breath and called for work.
In the morning, I was afraid that I would see a body on an old cloth near the doorstep, I would see a dull fur - dead, pale, I would see a lost grandmother and I would mourn myself for stupid puzzles and thoughts. Fortunately I was wrong. The cat was alive, although it also looked horrible. To the treatment, my grandmother and I prepared thoroughly: we stitched the cat like a baby so that the leg could not move. But this red patient apparently felt a little lighter and with his butt thought to the logical connection: injections and washing = not so ugly, so not only lyed humbly, but even tried to murmur. My grandmother cried again, now of joy. We treated the cat and I went to tear the apples.
I had to wrap the wax for another week. He became stronger, began to eat and wash, and when he was able to jump out of bed and get out into the courtyard, the grandmother bought out a bottle of loving water and we celebrated the cat’s recovery. Vasenko was tired of the injections and when he did not stand and scratched me again, I decided that he was enough and let nature do its job, let this in some places ungrateful and in some places very grateful patient treat himself. My grandmother lived like a sanatorium and I had no doubt that soon all the neighboring cats would be sick: they are waiting for a division of territory and harsh battles.
- You must give this doctor an apple, - the grandmother chose the most beautiful and red apples in the new basket.
“But I’d better invite her to a restaurant, I’d give her flowers,” I laughed.
- It's like you know, and from us and your apple, this is the most vitamin!
If the grandmother decided something, it was impossible to overtake her and I took the apples.
Elena Andreevna at first for a long time refused both the restaurant and the flowers, but the apples took immediately.
- You know, they have such a smell, I will not even eat them right away, I just put them in my room, I will first try to saturate them with the smell, - she so funny and deliciously pulled her nose that I wanted to ask her for one apple. I felt that in her hands they were lightened, became even more beautiful.
"Life is so temporary, I love to enjoy every moment, I try to enjoy it," she told me already at dinner in a restaurant and something in her words heard so familiar and native that I suddenly offered her to come to my grandmother, to admire the apple garden, the autumn flowers and, of course, Vasenko.
Elena Andreevna, Lenochka, was the only person whom the grandmother accepted joyfully and unconditionally immediately, at first glance, not only accepted, but loved and attached with all her soul.
“You will be an idiot if you don’t marry this girl,” the father said to me, adding that such people as her are extremely rare, “and the doctor in the family won’t bother,” he laughed.
She is a veterinarian, I repaired.
“What a difference,” replied the father, “we are all human beasts.
If fate exists, it comes just like this: unexpectedly and unusual. She came to me in the face of a red, wounded cat and in my grandmother’s fears. I could never understand why she adopted that cat, why she did not drive it out and started treating. Later, she could not answer that question herself. Just a destiny.

Author Oksana Nareiko