In love and in war.
I swear I would have taken this amazing story with me to the grave if I had not learned it from the one for whom this story should have remained a secret.
The story is about the wildest force in our entire galaxy – love, of course.
So, before you a session of love magic with exposure:

Lena, my colleague at work, a gorgeous blonde under thirty, told the story of her life, which exploded my brain, I hope it will explode to many of you, not counting those who...
Lena was the most beautiful girl in school and as a result, she married early. I went out, but unsuccessfully. She divorced five years later and had no children.
He made a television career. In other words, like many.
A couple of years ago, she and her friend went to Turkey for a vacation.
It was like a vacation, but on the last day of her two-week vacation, something amazing happened to her.
Lena, as always, was swimming on the "back" along the shore, as she suddenly stumbled her head on something solid.
I looked at a bottle of wine, covered with surguch. She brought the find to her room, somewhat with a fork, she wiped out the traffic jamming, and in the bottle four rubbed into tubes, stinking notes.
I turned the first:
“Mom, if you read these lines, I know I died with three of my comrades in the Mediterranean Sea. Our yacht was shelled by an unknown vessel (on its board were the numbers XXXX) The ration went out of order, the flow increases with each minute. We have 40 minutes.
Mom, don’t worry about me, educate our Smoke well. All of you kiss me, don’t forget.”
(Signature and two-year limitation date)

Lena was just upset.
Opened the second...
The third...
The Fourth:
“If this letter falls into the hands of a Russian man, then please fulfill the last will of the deceased: send it to the XX Moscow school, to the teacher of Zharova Maria Petrovna.
Dear Mary Petrovna, do not consider it hard and pass this letter to your neighbor, my classmate Elena Zueva.
Dear Lena, if suddenly, what is not happening in the world, you will read these lines, then know that I am no longer alive and I want you to know that I loved you all my life (from the very first class...) But you were so beautiful, and I am an ordinary Sanya - a hooligan and a duo.
How many times have I wanted to come and confess to you in my feelings, but I couldn’t.
Now I crazyly regret it. Nothing to return. We are drowning on a yacht in the Mediterranean Sea. Don’t be sad, know that you are the best thing in my life (although there was nothing) After school I never got married because I compared everyone to you... Why am I writing this?
Don’t judge a man on the threshold of death.
be happy.
Until the end of your life, Alexander Shlykov.

Lena’s eyes darkened... because the letter was addressed to her!
1 chance out of 6 000 000.
Lena Zueva is her!! to
The remaining time before the departure, the girl broke without leaving the room.
How life is unpredictable and what can only happen in it.

Sanya Shlykov is like a kid like a kid, an ordinary goop, but how offensive it is when nothing can be returned, what we have is not stored...
As soon as Lena returned to Moscow, she immediately entered the Internet.
And a miracle!
Sunny healthy live on social networks. She wrote:
Hi Sanya.
Hello to Lena!
“Sanna, do you want to tell me anything?
No, and what happened?
“Let’s meet, let’s sit in the cafe, I’ll bring a bottle of wine with me.”
You will like it...
Come on, I am pleased!

Meeting in the coffee shop, Lena put a bottle of letters on the table.
There was no face on Sascha, he spoke of joy, they even cried together.
Sanya confessed in everything: how much he loved her all these years and how he suffered from it, and what were the words when there was a bottle with such letters on the table.
He told how two years ago they and friends tried to repeat the route on a yacht somewhere there and they were attacked by a military ship three hundred miles from the shore. For four days they talked on a homemade plate almost without water, but still sailed to the shore.
Half a year later, Lena and Sanya married, then they gave birth to a baby (to my shame, I do not remember a boy or a girl... forgive me).
Lena) This is the end of the love magic session, and now, as I promised, the revelation: As soon as Lena gave birth to her husband, Sasha fell on her knees and said:
Forgive me, wife, if you can, but I have a softener.
Fact: I love you insanely.
Not only have I never been on a yacht, but I have never even been to the Mediterranean.
(In response, the open mouth of Lena...)

He really loved her. Many years after school, I accidentally saw it on the street and realized that life without Lena was going to go wasted... there was something to do.
Sanya confessed how he created a page without a photo under the name of their classmate Olga (Olla herself went somewhere to Italy and did not light up on the Internet) So he communicated with Lena from Olga's name. I thought I was not married, so...
Learned that he was going to Turkey in such a hotel, and what to go to
Sheremetyevo neither light nor dawn.
The next thing is the technique: he grabbed a notebook on the ceiling, wrote four notes, packed it in a bottle, came to the airport in the morning, turned along a long suitcase crowd for registration, talked to a man from the same hotel and made him an offer that he could not refuse.
The bottle was sent and delivered as intended.

If in the path of true love arise insurmountable obstacles, then the nifiga is not real.

Would Lena forgive her beloved husband?