Zawesky

The night. and silence. The kitchen.
The refrigerator door opens. From there falls a huge blushed Mouse, on the neck of a garland of sausages, in one leg a piece of cheese, in the other shell, it is heavy and slowly wrapped in the direction of the nork, and in front of the nork is a small mouse loaded with a tiny, long-dried piece of cheese. Approaches to the mouse, who studies it looks at it, pumps his head and says with a breath:
Oh, well, honest word, like the diets...

This time, eternal rivals: female intrigue and male trick, clashed in the usual, nothing-noticeable shop of fabrics.
One wonderful summer morning, my comrade, and at work also a boss named Eldar, went to buy beautiful curtains for the central, fireplace room of his new country house.
Eldar completely tortured the nice saleswoman Natalia, touched on all the shelves all the materialists, remembering the color and texture of his walls, reviewed hundreds of fabrics for the light, listened to the phone of my mom's advice: "so that the curtains were not very transparent, but at the same time not quite deaf."
Natalia stoically endured everything (in the literal and verbal sense, she pulled the rolls out of the pad and back) and behold, not an hour passed, as from hundreds of options, fun curtains were chosen, seven times measured, cut and bought, but Eldar did not rush to leave the store, he wanted to somehow thank such an interpretative and smiling seller, especially since the seller was the beauty of which to look for.
A little standing, cuddled, accumulated greed, finally decided, and invited the girl to the movie, Beauty Natasha did not refuse.
The knight looked at himself selflessly: shorts, broken ceds, a maika, a cap, well, just no recognizable signs of a millionaire, here's where a long male trick began. The fact is that Eldar then was under forty, no children or wife, although the girls followed him with whole zombies taboo always ran, as soon as they saw and heard his tremendous sports car, it is understandable, the wallet on the legs will love everyone, this time our smart decides to be clever to check - can the beautiful Natasha interest not the millionaire Eldar, but the ordinary Tatar Eldar, living with his mother, say, in a single house at the MCA?

On the first evening we went to the cinema, ate ice cream, and for a snack there were Natasha's wires to the house itself (at the subway and route, there are no cars).
On the other day there was some art exhibition, then a culture park, a pigeon feeder and everything in the same unfathomable student spirit, and no taxis, and especially restaurants, because according to a carefully planned legend, Eldar is an ordinary sysadmin with a modest salary.
But Natasha held on and did not claim anything, and they both had fun at the Sokolnikovs.
A month later, Natasha invited Eldar to her to introduce her parents, after two, he already borrowed her money before the salary, and after three, a clever Tatar decided to stop this mess, because Natasha had already passed the check more than completely.
The hand and heart offer did not take place anywhere, but at McDonald’s itself.
When the bride said, “Yes!Eldar finally admitted that of all that he had told Natasha over the past three months, the only truth was that he could no longer live without her and that he really lived with his mother, though in a huge four-story house.

(Four and a half pages of wild resentment, a tumultuous scandal and reconciliation, a lush wedding and a honeymoon on a yacht I will allow myself to miss.)

And only two years later, when her husband was in a playful mood, Natasha finally admitted:
“Eldarczik, don’t be offended, but I was so funny to watch you portray a poor but proud forty-year-old student. I thought – well, when he’ll get tired of walking, he’ll stop rolling a fool, become himself and confess?
And you whispered, whispered, but kept up, good. As a small. To be honest, I bite you on the first day of our meeting, in the store, when you came to me.
How is it? How to bite? Good to tell. You did not bite me. I was then driving from the boys after the soccer player, and was dirty, sweaty and unbarred, like a hanurick.
and yes? And then what is it for you and your mom for the "chrushchevka one", in which the height of the windows is seven and a half meters? We chose your curtains, you forgot?