Every year for 18 years I remember my past life, I remember my first and last love, I remember how good it was. They say that when you are wiped off your feet, this is a great emotional wound. It is true, but she has already healed, sometimes whining, and becoming unbearably painful.
September 1, 1995 I became a first-year student of a culinary college. It was my dream, it's good that I studied not far from home, so I often went home. Studies at first seemed cheerful and carefree, so after the lectures we often walked with the girls in the park, imagining and dreaming what would happen next.
It was in one of these walks that I met him, my Borenka. He studied on a parallel stream, at first it was an innocent communication, to which non-binding phrases. Then in October there was a dedication to the students, after the official part we had a party, and Borya decided, came up and offered to dance. Since that October night, we have not parted. Borya switched to my stream, we left the hostel and began to rent an apartment, more precisely, a room in a communal apartment. Even the kitchen was bought into a fold, however, inexpensive, but very nice. Since Borya was from far away and he had to get to 14 hours before his village, he hardly ever went home, his parents could not help either, since the problem was with the money, and 2 little brothers in their arms, so we had to help mine parents.
On the third year we were offered to earn extra money in the house kitchen. Paid, however, a penny, but at least food could get hold of. A month later, our most nosy group-mate Vovka managed to get into a decent restaurant, and slowly dragged his friends there, including me, and I, in turn, pulled Boria.
We studied and worked, but also loved each other, or rather, I thought that Borya loved me. On the fourth year at the institute there was not one person who doubted that we would get married with Boreas. And my parents, to be honest, were getting ready for the wedding - they knew Boria well, they took it as their own. His parents I did not see, because to go far, but we planned to go after the defense of the diploma, because ahead of the distribution. I already agreed that we will stay in that restaurant, but still.
Before the defense, Boria was changed: he packed up his things and moved to the hostel, I went around, hacked the thresholds, but it's all useless. The day before the defense, I learned that Borya asked for directions to the district center of his village. I was in shock, I almost fell asleep protection, the benefit of the teachers knew and took pity. I watched him near the hostel and auditoriums, I wrote him notes, but it's all to no avail. A month later I found out that he had left.
The world collapsed, I did not know what to do. On the advice of a friend, I called his parents to find out what happened. To my question and questions, there was such a feeling that she heard everything for the first time. I started writing letters, I wrote two letters a day, I did not apologize for what, I was humiliated, I called without end, but all was in vain. I could not just reconcile myself, I had to find out what had happened, because we planned to sign with Borey. I found out the address, and decided to go, just on Saturday on the day off, 15 hours on the train, 3 more hours by bus. My yellow cloak turned to dirty yellow, I, hungry and dirty, went around the village to look for the house of Bory. I saw two women, asked, introduced myself as a bride. To be honest, I saw such surprised eyes for the first time, but they did not show me the way.
In general, an hour later I found, or rather, showed me the way a little girl. Approaching the house, I saw cars, beautifully dressed in wedding symbols. Going into the yard, I saw a middle-aged man smoking in the courtyard, greeting me, I asked to call Borya, the man said that he was a bit busy. I could not resist and asked: "Do you have a wedding, relatives of the wedding play?" "Yes, the son marries, on the girl, from school with her friends." Then a woman with a beautiful hairdo came out, cute greeted and asked the man to tie a tie to Bora, I, the fool, thought that Borya was a friend at the wedding. But my illusions were interrupted by a woman's voice: "Girl, and who are you?" "Larissa," I managed to say. "Larissa?", She said amazingly and ran into the house.
A minute later, Borya jumped out in a beautiful suit, grabbed my arm and took me aside: "Why did you come here?" Who asked you. " "Borya, what's going on? I worry". And then he explained everything to me, everything is detailed, popular, that he never loved, that he simply used it as a servant and so that he was not bored and that today he would marry. He left, and I stayed on the bench. Then his younger brother approached me, and said: "What's come from, he has Anya, he loves her. Here, take it, wipe it off. " And gives me a piece of paper, and there my letter. Then he brought everything to me, it turns out, Borya gave him letters, not even printing and reading. I left.
A week did not get out of bed, treated a cold and mourned for her love. Like it was cured, but it became bad every day, worse and worse. I decided that nerves, I almost did not eat anything, only the valerian sipped drunk. Eventually she fell right on the street, woke up, in the hospital, and I news - pregnancy is almost 4 months, it's too late to do abortion. After leaving the hospital, I decided to call Bora, just say that the child will be. Hearing my news, he congratulated and said that his wife was also pregnant and hung up. And then I decided that it would only be my child.
My daughter is soon 15, studying in 9th grade, she called her as in the film "Moscow does not believe in tears," Aleksandra Aleksandrovna. Not so long ago, Sasha asked about her dad, I just could not find the words to tell her, maybe she did not dare, maybe I should tell you, I do not know.
Sasha once went out to her friend and left the computer on and I decided to find Boria from her page and found her in social. Network. From photos he lives well, he has 3 children, the oldest girl, almost like Sashka, and two little ones. Leave no risk. To be honest, I still can not forget Borya.
Oh yes, I completely forgot: six months after I came to visit him, I received a letter, and there was the only phrase that is still bad: "Thank you very much for the service, I was pleased."