of valentine.

A former classmate told me a day ago, we will call her Valais in honor of the upcoming holiday. For lovers of finding real prototypes, I will clarify what I told on Skype, and I have changed some details if possible.

In Val and now, after the birth of the second grandson, men look around on the streets. And thirty years ago, at her feet was our entire third course in full composition. But the girl did not exchange, but chose the most circular option - a five-year-old, a secretary of the Komsomol committee, a beautiful man with the appearance of a former Russian hero. And everything went well with them, until Valya, having not discovered the prescribed illness in time, delighted her hero with the prospect of becoming a father soon. It was here that it turned out that the rich man did not mean anything like that, he did not plan to get married, it was not love, but free sex of free people, and in general she did not protect herself - and get rid of herself.

Parents were blowing about the same dude: where to give birth, you still have to study and study, here we have a familiar doctor, will do with anesthesia, you will not even feel anything. Valya approached the problem philosophically, abortion is abortion, not the first, not the last. I got into the tram and went to the doctor. But something like that under a spoonful of grief and disturbance.

I will try to explain why this topic emerged in our conversation right now, on the eve of the day of all lovers. We did not know about St. Valentine at the time. First, it was in mid-February. And secondly, there is a love letter in the case, although very peculiar. Now it will be about him.

Here is Valya on the tram. He broke the box and put it in his coat pocket. I was surprised to find a candy in my pocket. Good, chocolate, brand “Golden Nivea”. Such even in Moscow sold far from every gastronomy and cost almost ten rubles a kilo.

Upon opening the envelope, Valya was really surprised. Inside the fantasy candy was wrapped in a note. On the fragment of a notebook sheet, the curved handwriting of a child who had just learned to write was written:

I love you, I love you, I love Rome.

Valya was neither religious nor sentimental. She tried to explain the origin of the note in a rational way, but nothing succeeded. She loved sweets, but it was this kind of candy she hadn’t seen for a long time. She had no acquaintances named Roma. The number of children of preschool and junior school age is not much more. This coat she did not wear since autumn, until yesterday she was in a coat, so there was no chance that someone accidentally put a candy in the pocket in the closet.

In general, with all unbelief in mysticism, it turned out that it was impossible to ignore such an obvious indication from above. Valeria chewed the candy (tasteful!) He moved into a meeting tram. Parents face a choice: either they accept the role of grandparents, or tomorrow they will have one daughter less. And she will somehow live and even the institute will end, in our country single mothers are supported.

After consideration, the parents chose the first option. A single mother did not have to be: at the place liberated from the Komsomol leader immediately found at least three applicants, who were not bothered by Valin's growing stomach. Learned by the bitter experience, Vala chose the most humble, I would even say, the most overwhelming one, and by the time of birth she was already happily married. Where she is still, unlike many of her merchants, who married for love and had time to divorce since then, some not once.

Having given birth (a boy, whoever doubts), Vala backed up the horn again: the child will be called Roma and nothing else. No one supported her, but the younger sister-six-class sister was the most shocked:
My name will be like my romance.
What is your romance? Valerie was vigilant.

Here it all turned out. It turns out, the six-grade students had a first class, and one of the first-class students in the winter suddenly sparked love for Masha. Love was manifested in the fact that he made the most noise, hooliganized and did not want to put a foot. Masha eventually could not stand it and crushed him with a penalty on the head. The next day, Romchik brought a candy. Masha did not eat candy, because she was still angry, and so that the good didn't disappear, she put it in her sister's pocket.

Walia re-read the note again. Yes, of course, it wasn’t “Mama” that was written, but “Masha,” as she didn’t read right? He called his son Rome.