According to the wonderful story of Lenka Penki from November 9, remembered. With people I know personally, one day it happened that a melodrama can be filmed. All events are real, I only changed the names.

Beauty-Moscow girl slightly over thirty, let's say Masha, in divorce remained with her daughter. I went on vacation to Spain and I fell in love. It was warmer than in my youth. The elegant Spanish is a pilot, black nipples like the Buddenny, a staten, a beautiful dancer, a ballagour and a joke. Widow, childless, just over fifty. His villa on the shore near Barcelona, there and left.

A romantic life, living soul in soul. When they separated, they both cried for each other. Soon he did not endure, at the first opportunity took his vacation and flew to her in Moscow. I introduced him to his daughter, parents and friends. Everyone came to the unanimous conclusion: although a pilot, but clearly - a man is good, decent, warmly loves her. She made an offer, she accepted, planned a wedding for the next joint vacation. In general, friends were jealous - it must, it happens.

And then he returned to his Spain, and the calls from him soon ceased. He wrote that he could not be with her. To the friends again everything was clear - here the coward, crushed and dropped. Obviously a pilot!

It would have ended up separating, like thousands of similar novels, but Masha grew up with an unhappy daughter! She was 10 years old then. She sees - her mother is coughing, has lost all interest in life, no one else is acquainted.

The daughter urgently taught English and Spanish, after which she organized a whole secret intelligence operation through adult acquaintances, as there happily lives this most insatiable conditionally speaking Julio, which new trusting woman's head shakes.

Intelligence arrived at the scene, in the vicinity of the villa, and found that Julio was struck by the most violent stroke - he was paralyzed. Sometimes he is rolled out for a walk in a disabled chair by an old lady, and no one goes to him anymore.

Further details of who told this news are unknown to me. But it ended up with the fact that Masha learned about it and without thinking flew to Spain to Julio. Here, she urged him to live with her even in a civil marriage, and he decidedly refused - her whole life ahead, and his normal ended.

The wise friends in one voice stated that there is nothing Mashe to leave Moscow and good work, to spend his remaining best years with the paralytic. There was no wedding! She has no obligations to him, and he is right to do what he refuses. All of his people are free people.

I saw this a couple of years later in five, on the same whirlwind. But not in a luxurious villa, but in a modest apartment nearby. My wife and I went to visit them while passing by. Paralytic in a chair. But a clear mind, humor, a sea of charm, a living speech. He did not swim, learned to move virtuously in a self-driving wheelchair with many buttons. Everything was much worse immediately after the stroke, the man recovered already with Masha.

His hands worked normally, he loved cooking, featured us with excellent dishes of his own cooking. He was wearing in his chair between the kitchen and the living room at a speed that is not everybody and on his feet. The highest pilot between the doors. Then he went out to drive us to the power station. Maintained a love of swimming, often rides to swim with his wife, the beach nearby. He swims himself, his hands are enough.

For this couple was obvious - they love each other, interested in each other, happy together. Not all healthy couples succeed after many years of marriage. Six years have passed since they met, and they are still together.

This is the kind of life - you won't wish anyone such a disability, but after this visit I learned to enjoy simple and ordinary things - that feet walk, for example. All four. No, I’m not exaggerating my feet. I’m talking about our legs as a whole – me and my beloved wife. I learned to appreciate how great it is that they all walk, run and dance together. What I wish all couples - to be happy, that is so, not to give up, if the legs start to walk with a violin.