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30.10.2019

One day I was walking through the local shops, shopping, and suddenly I noticed the Cashier talking to a boy no more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier says: I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.

Then the little boy turned to me and asked: Uncle, are you sure that I don't have enough money?
I counted the money and replied: My dear, you do not have enough money to buy this doll.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

After paying for my purchases, I approached him again and asked to whom he was going to give this doll ...?
My sister loved this doll very much and wanted to buy it. I would like to give it to her for her birthday! I would like to give the doll to my mom so she can pass it on to my sister when she goes to her!
…His eyes were sad when he said that.
My sister has gone to God. So my father told me, and said that soon my mother would also go to God, so I thought that she could take the doll with her and give it to my sister!? ….

I ended my shopping in a pensive and strange state. I couldn't get this boy out of my head. Then I remembered - there was an article in the local newspaper two days ago about a drunken man in a truck who hit a woman and a little girl. The little girl died immediately on the spot, and the woman was in critical condition. The family must decide to turn off the machine that keeps her alive, as the young woman is unable to recover from her coma. Is this the family of the boy who wanted to buy a doll for his sister?

After two days, an article was published in the newspaper saying that that young woman had died… I could not hold back my tears… I bought white roses and went to the funeral… The young girl was lying in white, in one hand there was a doll and a photo, and on one side was a white rose.
I left in tears, and I felt that my life would now change ... I will never forget this boy's love for his mother and sister !!!

Please DO NOT DRIVER DURING ALCOHOL!!! You can destroy not only your own life...

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The new admirer treated Lena with care and tenderness, and she already felt something more than just sympathy for him. But even six months later, he did not make attempts to get closer ...

Lena liked that she had such a young, athletic and cheerful mother, that even passers-by address them the same way - “girls”. They really were more like friends: they liked the same music, author's cinema, youth fashion (Lena admitted that a bright T-shirt and short trousers look even more appropriate on her mother than on her, nineteen).

Lena did not feel deprived in an incomplete family. She understood that her mother did everything in her power to give her the opportunity to live in abundance, enter a good university, and saved her from her drunken father, putting an end to her “great love”.

Their house was open to guests. The men cast admiring glances at their mother. But no one stayed overnight, which the daughter was pleased with: let Dina's personal affairs be outside these walls!

Ideal son-in-law

Once, preening herself in front of a mirror, her mother said:
- Tonight they will come to us ... And I would like you to take a closer look at one person.
And, noticing the confusion in her daughter's eyes, she laughed:
No, it's not at all what you think! You know, that's the kind of son-in-law I'd like to have.
Lena snorted.
- Looks?
- And what's wrong: I looked, so look and you. It's not for you, but we arrange brides for him - how can you not like it ?! And she gently pressed her daughter's cheek.

Guests arrived in the evening. Lena did not know only one of them - Boris - and realized that everything was started precisely because of him. But he’s really good: tall, charming, with a wide smile (Lena was once again convinced how much she and her mother have the same tastes).

He began to visit them almost every evening, was witty, dined without ceremony, as his own, in the kitchen. Bringing concert tickets. Always three. But Dina felt her daughter's dissatisfaction and, under various pretexts, tried to send them together.

At first, Lena was impressed that Boris was so careful and gentle with her. She already felt for him much more than sympathy, and became nervous: almost six months had passed, and the fan did not make decisive attempts to get closer. The girl became depressed, frankly shared with her mother.

Well, you must! Dina was genuinely upset. - Aya already decided that everything is all right with you!

They devised a cunning plan. The house again began to be visited by young people who had been retired after the appearance of Boris. Lena left in the evenings, if he did not speak about the meeting in advance. But Boris still came when he felt like it, in the absence of Lena, he enjoyed spending evenings with Dina. In less than ten minutes, she laughed heartily at his jokes and compliments, but did her best to turn the conversation to her daughter: “Look, here Lenochka is three years old! Such a doll ... And already in the first grade she won the reading competition!

He did not understand himself: the girl is beautiful, smart, with a light and accommodating character - what else is needed! But how to forget the meeting with Dina, who sunk into his soul at first sight? All evening then he looked after her. But when, asking for a guide, he took her home, she resolutely broke out of his arms: “Let him go, boy,” making it clear that the age difference is an insurmountable barrier. Boris, not wanting to give up, attacked. She chuckled, “Well then, come along sometime. I'll introduce my daughter."
Lena turned out to be so similar to her mother ... And he made up his mind.

The wedding was played in a trendy restaurant. When the orchestra played a song about the mother-in-law, they were pushed into the circle with laughter. Boris circled Dina with all his might and looked into her eyes so that she was frightened.

Bitter epiphany

Dina tried to visit the young only in the absence of Boris.

Lena noticed this:
"Mom, why are you mad at him?"
- Yes, I'm just busy in the evenings! Dina lied. “You know what a cool romance I have!”

Lena enjoyed the role of a wife, remodeled Boris’s bachelor apartment to her liking, stoically endured toxicosis ... She was not happy that she became pregnant right away, thinking that her husband had become colder to her because of the spots on his face and his figure. Now they have almost never been together. Boris became gloomy and irritable, citing problems at work. Lena was crying on the sly, but her mother comforted her: everything would work out with the birth of a child.

One evening, yearning for loneliness, Lena decided to go to her old house. Hearing loud voices from behind the door, she opened it with her key and quietly entered. Finally, she "caught" her mother's elusive gentleman! I imagined how they would laugh together now ...

But suddenly, growing cold, she recognized Boris's voice. Through the gap between the curtains, Lena saw how he was kneeling in front of Dina. Suddenly he jumped up, grabbed his mother by the hands and began to kiss her. Dina shook her head, trying to escape. Lena somehow detachedly thought that SO her husband had never kissed.

It was as if her mother read her thoughts, rushed sharply and began to whip her son-in-law on the cheeks, as if hammering a desperate phrase into his head:

She loves you! Fool! She loves you!

Lena quietly, on tiptoe, slipped out of the apartment. There was a continuous ringing in her head and the same thought was spinning: she urgently needs to make a decision. Herself. For the first time in her life, she has no one to consult with ...

When there is no main
Often we mistake other feelings for love: respect, gratitude, or even sympathy.

Therefore, not being sure that the feelings of a partner are serious, you should not make a hasty decision about marriage.

Psychologists say that those women who experienced the love of their father in childhood are happy in marriage. He forms the daughter's image of a future life partner and gives her self-confidence.

Excessive love of a mother for children is not always good for them. Trying to protect the child from worldly storms, a woman deprives the child of independence.

A short history of Pavlik

My son always wanted to be like his dad.

Adopted his demeanor, and sometimes I felt offended.

He loves his father more than his mother.

God, how touching to see him in his father's tight suit.

I got stuck, meeting my dad from work.

My husband worked as a doctor and saved people's lives.

He is a surgeon, or rather an oncologist.

Operations, sentences, consolations.

And so every day.

How could he fail to notice the first symptoms of a serious illness in Pavlik.

With the last of our strength, we hoped for a miracle.

Grandmother was crying on the sidelines, begging God for miracles.

But life is indeed short, and happiness is a ghostly haze.

It will dawn at dawn, and by sunset - complete darkness.

Pavlik always wanted to be a doctor like his dad.

And I want only one. For God to let me be reunited with those who left one by one.

A touching story about sad children

I worked in an orphanage.

I don't want to talk about how difficult it was for me.

The hardest thing is for children who cry in the dark night.

They paint the image of parents they don't know by sight.

They live and hope that they are forgotten for a while, and they are looking for them tirelessly.

Lord, how many questions from which I could hardly hold back tears.

When is mom coming? Is it true that my dad is a fighter pilot?

They grow up and become educators themselves.

And until the end of their days they want to meet with their parents, so as not to condemn, but to forgive, finally saying the word “mother”.

A story to tears about courtyard children

On their own, nimble guys grew up and were brought up on the street.

We put together a company, pumped up biceps.

No, the parents are alive and well, but they have too much to do.

Children that are launched into the world.

There were three of them in total.

Stas, Kolya and Andrey.

Bold, daring teenagers who really wanted to excel; draw special attention.

Become famous quickly, and get rich, then maybe they will be noticed, praised, exalted.

Bosom friendship commanded them to hold hands, crossing roads and highways.

Well, where are you running, mischievous girl, right under the wheels of a dump truck!

Unhappy love. Deep wound.

Suddenly, a sudden jerk, and a multi-ton car flies straight at the poor thing.

With all their strength, the children pushed away the one who did not want to live, but they themselves, now, did not have time to recoil.

Three friends, yard guys who dream of paying special attention to them.

But they never knew what real happiness is.

Tearful stories about children edited by me - Edwin Vostryakovsky.

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Author : Site administrator | Published: 02.02.2017 |

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"I stood in line at the store, behind a little grandmother, whose hands were shaking, a lost look, she tightly pressed a small purse to her chest, they saw for sure, so knitted, I saw this several times and she did not have enough 7 rubles to buy, then what she took, bread, milk, cereals, a tiny piece of liverwurst, and the seller spoke very rudely to her, and she stood so lost, I felt so sorry for her, I made a remark to the seller and put 10 rubles on the cash register, but my heart is so quickly began to beat, I took this grandmother by the hand, she looked into my eyes, she didn’t seem to understand why I did it, and I took it and led me to the trading floor, along the way picking up products for her in the basket, everything was just the most necessary, meat, bones for soup, eggs, all sorts of cereals, and she walked silently behind me and everyone looked at us. We got to the fruit and I asked what she likes, my grandmother silently looked at me and batted her eyes. I took a little bit of everything, but I think she will take a long time We went to the checkout, people parted and let us out of the queue, then I realized that I didn’t have much money with me and barely enough for her basket, I left mine in the hall, paid, all this time holding this grandmother by the hand and we left outside. At that moment, I noticed that a tear flowed down my grandmother’s cheek, I asked where she could take her, put her in the car, and she offered to come in for tea. We went to her house, I have never seen anything like this, everything is like with a scoop, but it’s cozy, while she was heating tea and putting onion pies on the table, I looked around and realized how our old people live. After all I got into the car and then I was covered. I cried for 10 minutes...

14.10.2016 2 2069

One day, a father scolded his four-year-old daughter for wasting, as it seemed to him, a large amount of golden wrapping paper, pasting over an empty box in order to put it under the New Year tree.
There was hardly any money.
And because of this, the father was even more nervous.
The next morning, the girl brought her father a box pasted over by her and said:
- Dad, this is for you!
The father was incredibly embarrassed and repented of his intemperance the day before.
However, repentance gave way to a new fit of irritation when, upon opening the box, he saw that it was empty.
"Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there must be something inside?" he shouted to his daughter.
The little girl raised her large, tearful eyes and said:
- It's not empty, daddy. I put my kisses in there. All of them are for you.
From the feelings that flooded over him, his father could not speak.
He only hugged his little girl and begged for forgiveness.
My father told me later that he kept this gold-lined box for many years near his bed.
When difficult moments came in his life, he simply opened it, and then all those kisses that his daughter put there flew out, touching his cheeks, forehead, eyes and hands.

23.08.2016 0 2498

I never thought that I would find myself in a situation from which I could not get out myself. Briefly about myself: I am 28 years old, my husband is 27, we are raising a wonderful son for three years. I grew up in a Ukrainian village, my parents are in good standing there, however, they have been going to work in Russia for five years now. I have been married for four years, but this is not marriage, but hell! When we met, everything was like in a fairy tale: every day flowers, soft toys, kisses until the morning! Then, as always with young people, they fly. But my dear was not afraid and said: give birth. My husband goes on flights, he is a sailor, he makes good money. And now it's time to get acquainted with his unfortunate parents. They didn’t like me right away, they say, a provincial. His parents have been divorced for twenty years, but they communicate with each other. His father never loved his children and was shy: they lived poorly and poorly after the divorce, but his son did well: he got a gigolo with a young rich girl. My parents paid for the wedding, they also rented an apartment for six months, and his parents only shouted all over the town that they arranged a gorgeous wedding for us. My husband had a vacation, he had to return to the sea, and he did not want to leave me alone for a long time in a rented apartment. I moved it to my father-in-law, and then I knew all the torments of hell: she hid food from me, closed the washing machine in the pantry so that I could wash it by hand, turned on the music at full volume, pushed and so on. It's time to give birth, I went at night myself, without waking anyone, and in the morning, lying with the baby in the ward, I listened on the phone, how bad I am, that I didn’t close the vestibule (I don’t have the keys to it). She spent three days in the hospital, no one came. My mother could not get there, because it was January and the roads were very snowy. True, a godfather came to the discharge with flowers and took me away. We returned home, and there the holiday was in full swing! Drunk people I don't know rushed to bathe my son. And we have experienced this too. The husband returned six months later, the baby was three months old. At that time, we were just living in the village with my mother: she came on vacation and took us away. I returned with my husband again to that hell from which I had just escaped. Difficulties have already begun in our relations. True, he helped a lot with the baby: he washed diapers and warmed porridge, they didn’t know any problems with money, since he made good money. And then the pressure from the mother-in-law began to give her $ 200 a month for utilities. My mother-in-law lived in a three-room apartment, I was with a child, my husband and his older brother, who, at the age of 30, did not work anywhere and sat at a computer for days. The husband correctly said that we would all pay equally, so she got furious and kicked us out with the baby on the street, we had to rent an apartment. Two years did not communicate with her at all, and then she called and said that she was in the hospital. We immediately broke down and went. She had a breast tumor, but nothing happened. We paid for the operation and the postoperative period, she was discharged, the husband began to visit his mother often. And then I noticed that, as soon as he stayed with her, he arrived drunk, aggressive. He began to reproach me that it was I who brought his mother to the operation (I wonder how?). Before that, he drank very rarely - he valued his career, and now for a long time he has been turning into a drunk, an aggressive tyrant, raising his hand at me, shouting that I am a kept woman and a beggar (these are the words of his mother). Yesterday a drunk came again, now I'm sitting all in gold, like a Christmas tree, and with a black eye.

02.06.2016 0 1080

When this old man died in a nursing home in a small Australian town, everyone believed that he passed away without leaving any valuable trace in it. Later, when the nurses were sorting through his meager belongings, they discovered this poem. Its meaning and content impressed the staff so much that copies of the poem were quickly distributed to all hospital workers. A nurse took a copy to Melbourne... The old man's only will has since appeared in Christmas magazines all over the country, as well as in psychology magazines. And this old man, who died a beggar in a godforsaken town in Australia, struck people all over the world with the depth of his soul.
Coming in to wake me up in the morning
Who do you see, nurse?
The old man is capricious, out of habit
Still living somehow
Half blind, half fool
"Living" is just right to put in quotation marks.
He does not hear - it is necessary to overstrain,
Wasting food.
He mumbles all the time - there is no way with him.
Well, as much as possible, shut up!
Dropped the plate on the floor.
Where are the shoes? Where is the second sock?
The last fucking hero.
Get off the bed! For you to die...
Sister! Look into my eyes!
Be able to see what...
Behind this weakness and pain,
For the life lived, big.
Behind a moth-eaten jacket
Behind flabby skin, "behind the soul".
Beyond the present day
Try to see me...
... I'm a boy! fidget dear,
Cheerful, slightly mischievous.
I'm scared. I'm five years old at most,
And the carousel is so high!
But father and mother are near,
I glare at them.
And though my fear is indestructible,
I know exactly what we love...
... Here I am sixteen, I'm on fire!
I soar in the clouds with my soul!
I dream, I rejoice, I grieve,
I'm young, I'm looking for love...
... And here it is, my happy moment!
I'm twenty eight. I am the groom!
I go with love to the altar,
And again I burn, I burn, I burn ...
... I'm thirty-five, my family is growing,
We already have sons
Your home, farm. And wife
My daughter is about to give birth...
... And life flies, flies forward!
I'm forty-five - a cycle!
And the children grow by the day.
Toys, school, institute...
All! Flew from the nest
And scattered in all directions!
The run of celestial bodies is slowed down,
Our cozy home is empty...
... But we are together with our beloved!
We lay down together and get up.
She won't let me be sad.
And life flies forward again ...
... Now I'm sixty.
Once again, the children in the house are crying!
Grandchildren have a cheerful round dance.
Oh how happy we are! But here...
... Faded suddenly. Sun light.
My love is no more!
Happiness also has a side...
I went gray in a week
Hungry, soul drooped
And I felt that I was an old man ...
... Now I live without fantasies,
I live for my grandchildren and children.
My world is with me, but every day
Less and less light in it ...
Throwing the cross of old age on your shoulders,
Brad is tired of going nowhere.
The heart was covered with a crust of ice.
And time does not heal my pain.
Oh Lord, how long life is
When she's not happy...
... But this should be reconciled.
Nothing is eternal under the Moon.
And you, leaning over me,
Open your eyes, sister.
I'm not a capricious old man, no!
Beloved husband, father and grandfather...
... and the boy is small, hitherto
In the radiance of a sunny day
Flying into the distance on a carousel...
Try to see me...
And maybe, grieving for me, you will find YOURSELF!
Think of this poem the next time you meet an old
man! And think that sooner or later you too will be like him or her! The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be
see or touch. They must be felt in the heart!

29.05.2016 0 907

I had a successful hunt the other day, I easily found the lair of wolves. I immediately shot the she-wolf with a shot, my dog killed two of her puppies. He was already boasting to his wife about his prey, as a wolf howl was heard in the distance, but this time it was somehow unusual. He was saturated with grief and longing.
And in the morning of the next day, although I sleep quite soundly, a roar at the house woke me up, I ran out of the door in what I was. A wild picture appeared before my eyes: at my house, there was a huge wolf. The dog was on a chain, and the chain did not reach, and probably he could not help. And next to him, my daughter stood and merrily played with his tail.
There was nothing I could do to help at that moment, and she did not understand what was in danger. We met the wolf's eyes. "The head of the family of that one" - I immediately understood. And he only whispered with his lips: "Do not touch your daughter, kill me better."
My eyes filled with tears, and my daughter asked: “Dad, what’s wrong with you?” Leaving the wolf's tail, she immediately ran up. He pressed her against him with one hand. And the wolf left, leaving us alone. And did not harm either my daughter or me, For the pain and grief I caused him, for the death of his she-wolf and children.
He took revenge. But he took revenge without bloodshed. He showed that he is stronger than people. He conveyed his feelings of pain to me. And he made it clear that I killed the children ...

09.05.2016 0 831

This letter from father to son was written by Livingston Larned almost 100 years ago, but it still touches people's hearts to this day. It became popular after Dale Carnegie published it in his book.
“Listen, son. I say these words when you sleep your small hand is under your cheek, and curly blond hair is matted on a damp forehead. I snuck into your room alone. A few minutes ago, as I was sitting in the library reading the newspaper, a heavy wave of remorse washed over me. I came to your bed with the consciousness of my guilt.
That's what I was thinking, son: I took my bad temper out on you. I scolded you when you were getting dressed to go to school because you only touched your face with a wet towel. I chastised you for not cleaning your shoes. I yelled at you angrily when you threw some of your clothes on the floor.
At breakfast, I picked on you too. You spilled your tea. You greedily swallowed food. You put your elbows on the table. You buttered the bread too thickly. And then when you went out to play and I was in a hurry to get on the train, you turned around, waved at me and shouted: "Goodbye, dad!" - I frowned and answered: "Straighten your shoulders!"
Then, at the end of the day, it all started again. On my way home, I noticed you playing marbles on your knees. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you in front of your comrades, forcing you to walk home ahead of me. Stockings are expensive - and if you had to buy them with your own money, you would be more careful! Just imagine, son, what your father said!
Do you remember how you then entered the library where I was reading - timidly, with pain in your eyes? When I glanced at you over the top of the newspaper, irritated at being interrupted, you hesitated at the door. "What do you need?" I asked sharply.
You did not answer, but impetuously rushed to me, hugged my neck and kissed me. Your hands squeezed me with the love that God put in your heart and which even my dismissive attitude could not wither. And then you walked away, treading your feet, up the stairs.
Well, son, soon after that the newspaper slipped out of my hands and a terrible, sickening fear took possession of me. What has habit done to me? The habit of finding fault, scolding - such was my reward to you for being a little boy. You can’t say that I didn’t love you, the whole point is that I expected too much from my youth and measured you by the yardstick of my own years.
And in your character there is so much healthy, beautiful and sincere. Your little heart is as big as the dawn over the distant hills. It manifested itself in your elemental impulse when you rushed to me to kiss me before going to bed. Nothing else matters today, son.
I came to your bed in the dark and, ashamed, I knelt before you! This is a weak atonement. I know you wouldn't understand these things if I told you all this when you woke up. But tomorrow I'll be a real father! I will be your friend, suffer when you suffer and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when an angry word is about to come out. I will constantly repeat like a spell: "He's only a boy, a little boy!"
I'm afraid I saw you as a grown man in my mind. However, now, when I see you, son, wearily huddled in the crib, I understand that you are still a child. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms and your head lay on her shoulder. I demanded too much, too much."

reflections

We broke up. So it happened.
What can we say, when it can be equated with death.
The person has left your life. And there will be no more, no longer wants ... imagine he finds a new love,
and you sit and understand that you made plans, that you loved to the ends of your hair.
And the moment comes that you understand - this is the last time. Inside, hope lies at death, it thumps, cries, and screams.
then you get up, you go... you don't want to eat, you can't sleep... you just drink. And you can't drink anymore. But there are people around. It's good to have friends, it's good to have relatives. She was so far from them. and returned ... one would go crazy.
This year 2016. It will take a lot of things and will not return ...
Your loved one died. The day before the wedding, he was gone. in the war, the whole world was not enough for you. why did you stay ...
And an insidious case - he took a person ... a family that everyone envied, true, sincere, real love ... a couple married in heaven ... they gave birth to a son, prepared for a daughter, but did not have time, he is no more.
Friends, let's have a drink, tell us. you see, I have a serious problem. but I hold on. we are alive. but what about those who .. well, others. Former acquaintances? Alive, but here's the jamb. Left alone. There is a child in a stroller and he is disabled. And his mother left him .. you won’t return. health and mother, and you will not find words.
And where are you, my childhood friendship, both your son and daughter are already growing up, I thought you had at least a boundless life, but no, and then a year found you. Do you remember how they closed me with your brother, loving together, playing, comparing scribbles, although you can’t. How does he live alone? I, here she is! I arrived ... but I was late. closed, stolen and the court goes.
And the one who lived together for 8 years, I don’t love him, it doesn’t bother me ... it’s impossible.
And how many of these ... my friend had a break too. We must hold on, people, never give up.

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Vegans can do anything

Aussie vegan climbs Mount Everest to prove 'vegans can do anything' and dies
Vegans, don't climb mountains!

Two climbers from the Netherlands and Australia have summited the world's highest Mount Everest and died on the descent due to altitude sickness, reports the Associated Press.

Both climbers were in the same group. 35-year-old Eric Arnold began to complain of weakness. He died on Friday evening, May 20, near the South Col Pass. A few hours after Arnold's death, Australian Maria Stridome died with similar symptoms of altitude sickness.

It is reported that Eric Arnold conquered Evererest from the fifth time and has repeatedly stated that these are the places of his childhood. Maria Stridom and her husband planned to climb the seven highest peaks.

These climbers were the first to die on Everest since the beginning of the year.

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He hated his wife

A strong love story that will not leave you indifferent...

He hated his wife. Hated! They lived together for 20 years. For the whole 20 years of his life, he saw her every day in the morning, but only the last year her habits began to irritate him wildly. Especially one of them: stretch out your arms and, while still in bed, say: “Hello sunshine! Today is going to be a great day." It seemed to be an ordinary phrase, but her thin hands, her sleepy face aroused dislike in him.

She got up, walked along the window and looked into the distance for a few seconds. Then she took off her nightgown and walked naked into the bath. Earlier, even at the beginning of the marriage, he admired her body, her freedom, bordering on debauchery. And although her body had been in great shape so far, her naked appearance made him angry. Once he even wanted to push her in order to hasten the process of "awakening", but he gathered all his strength into a fist and only rudely said: - Hurry up, already tired!

She was in no hurry to live, she knew about his affair on the side, she even knew the girl with whom her husband had been dating for about three years. But time has healed the wounds of pride and left only a sad trail of uselessness. She forgave her husband's aggression, inattention, the desire to relive youth. But she did not allow her to interfere with her life sedately, understanding every minute. This is how she chose to live ever since she found out she was ill. The disease eats her month after month and will soon win.

The first desire of acute need is to talk about the disease. Everyone! To reduce all the mercilessness of the truth, dividing it into pieces and distributing it to relatives. But she survived the most difficult day alone with the realization of imminent death, and on the second, she made a firm decision to remain silent about everything. Her life flowed away, and every day the wisdom of a man who could contemplate was born in her. She found solitude in a small rural library, the journey to which took an hour and a half. And every day she climbed into the narrow corridor between the shelves signed by the old librarian "Secrets of Life and Death" and found a book that seemed to contain all the answers.

He came to the house of his mistress. Everything here was bright, warm, dear. They had been dating for three years, and all this time he loved her with an abnormal love. He was jealous, humiliated, humiliated and seemed unable to breathe away from her young body. Today he came here, and a firm decision was born in him: to get a divorce. Why torture all three, he does not love his wife, more than that - he hates. And here he will live in a new way, happily. He tried to remember the feelings he once had for his wife, but he couldn't. It suddenly seemed to him that she had irritated him so much from the very first day of their acquaintance. He pulled out a photo of his wife from his purse and, as a sign of his determination to get a divorce, tore it into small pieces.

They agreed to meet at a restaurant. Where six months ago celebrated the fifteenth anniversary of marriage. She arrived first. Before the meeting, he drove home, where he searched for a long time in the closet for the papers needed to apply for a divorce. In a somewhat nervous mood, he turned inside out the boxes and scattered them on the floor. One of them contained a dark blue sealed folder. He had not seen her before. He squatted down on the floor and ripped off the duct tape in one motion. He expected to see anything there, even compromising photographs. But instead, I found numerous analyzes and seals of medical institutions, extracts, certificates. On all the sheets were the name and initials of the wife. The insight pierced him like an electric shock, and a cold trickle ran down his back. Sick!

He went on the Internet, entered the name of the diagnosis into the search engine, and the terrible phrase appeared on the screen: "From 6 to 18 months." He glanced at the dates: six months had passed since the examination. What happened next, he remembered poorly. The only phrase that was spinning in my head: "6-18 months."

She waited forty minutes for him. The phone did not answer, she paid the bill and went outside. It was beautiful autumn weather, the sun did not burn, but warmed the soul. "How beautiful life is, how good it is on earth, next to the sun, the forest." For the first time in all the time she's known about the disease, she's filled with self-pity. She had the strength to keep a secret, a terrible secret about her illness from her husband, parents, friends. She tried to make life easier for them, even at the cost of her own ruined life. Moreover, only a memory will soon remain of this life. She walked down the street and saw how people's eyes rejoice because everything is ahead, it will be winter, and spring will certainly follow it! She can't experience that feeling again. Resentment grew in her and broke out in a stream of endless tears ...

He darted around the room. For the first time in his life, he acutely, almost physically felt the transience of life. He recalled his young wife, at a time when they had just met and were full of hope. And he loved her then. It suddenly seemed to him that those twenty years had never happened. And everything is ahead: happiness, youth, life ... In these last days, he surrounded her with care, was with her 24 hours a day and experienced unprecedented happiness. He was afraid that she would leave, he was ready to give his life, just to save her. And if someone reminded him that a month ago he hated his wife and dreamed of a divorce, he would say: "It was not me." He saw how hard it is for her to say goodbye to life, how she cries at night, thinking that he is sleeping. He understood that there is no worse punishment than knowing the date of his death. He saw how she fought for life, clinging to the most delusional hope.

She died two months later. He covered the road from the house to the cemetery with flowers. He cried like a child when the coffin was lowered, he became a thousand years older ... At home, under her pillow, he found a note, a desire that she wrote on New Year's Eve: "To be happy with Him until the end of her days."

They say that all wishes made for the New Year come true. Apparently, this is true, because in the same year he wrote: "Become free." Everyone got what they seemed to dream of. He laughed with a loud, hysterical laugh and tore the leaf of desire into small pieces ...

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Very sad story

A girl (15 years old) was bought a horse. She loved her, looked after her, fed her. The horse was trained to jump up to 150 cm.
Once they went to training with their horse. The girl put an obstacle And went to him ...
The horse jumped perfectly with a huge margin ..... On the fourth attempt to jump, the girl fell, breaking her cervical and lumbar vertebrae. After several surgeries and years in the hospital, she returned to her horse in a wheelchair....
Having entered the stable, the horse neighed and began to try to knock out the door! The girl's parents were frightened and quickly hurried to take their child as far away from the stable as possible .... While they were leaving the stable, the horse was neighing, and the girl was crying, because she understood that the horse was trying to reach her. She tried to get up, but she couldn’t ... more and more, knocking harder on the door, the horse tried to escape .. Alas, the parents thought that he had gone crazy, or fell ill with rabies ...

While they were driving in the direction of the house, the horse rushed naked after the car ... he ran after her until he lost strength .... At a furious speed, panting, he continued to chase, the girl sobbed, beat her palms at the window, asked to stop, her parents did not react ...

In front of her eyes, out of exhaustion, panting, the horse fell on the pavement... he fell down breathing deeply, still trying to get up and give chase....
Seeing this, the parents stopped, the Girl opened the door and RUN to him .... she did not notice that she was running, and not riding in a stroller, it was not important for her just to save him ...
Running up to the horse, she fell down next to him, choking with tears, and the horse, laying his head on her knees, closed his eyes and died....

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Doctors don't always help...

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Mom, without stopping, wrapped him in bandages while the baby screamed in agony. Seeing the boy a year later, the world refused to believe.

A year ago, thirty-five-year-old Stephanie Smith had a son, Isaiah. When the baby was born, her whole life was filled with love. For days on end, mother and son spent together, rejoicing at each other. However, all this did not last long. Three months later, a spot appeared on the boy's skin, which turned their happy fairy tale into a complete nightmare.

The rash got bigger and bigger every day. Isaiah had to smell new smells for himself, reacting to which, his skin was torn and bleeding.

Doctors decided that the boy had a severe form of eczema. They prescribed topical steroid ointments for the baby, which made Isaiah feel better at first. Some time passed, and the rash on the skin appeared even stronger than before. Mom resorted to stronger drugs, but the story repeated itself again and again: her son only got worse from drugs.

A terrible rash covered the entire body of the baby. His hair fell out, sensitivity disappeared. The doctors threw up their hands.

“The doctors thought it was just eczema,” Stefania said, “everyone said the same thing. One of the doctors even said that I was poisoning my son with my milk, so I should stop feeding him immediately.”

Five months passed, and Isaiah had an attack: the skin began to tear deep from the inside. The ambulance took the boy to the hospital, where he was treated with strong steroids. Ointments gave a result, but two days later the attack returned with renewed vigor.

In order to avoid infection, Stefania regularly wrapped her baby in medical bandages. Even his fingers, with which he could scratch himself while sleeping, had to be completely covered.

Isaiah only got better in the water. For days on end, mom spent with the baby in the bathroom while he lay in the sink. Only there her son did not cry.

“Every time we touched each other, his skin started to peel from the inside. I couldn't put his cheek to mine. I couldn’t even hug him without all these bandages,” Stefania said, “he was in pain all the time, he screamed. I cried all the time." “He looked like he had no skin. The pain was unbearable all the time. One day, completely desperate, I prayed to the Lord that he would give my son another life.

The doctors said straight out that there was nothing else they could do. The pain turned into despair, tears did not leave the eyes. Stephanie did not know if there was any way to save her son.

A little later, she goes to a forum on the Internet, where she accidentally stumbles upon photographs of children with skin problems. “They discussed steroids. Their side effects can make the rash even worse if you stop taking them.”

Stefania refuses her son's steroid treatment and decides to make her own lotions and ointments. The combination of lemongrass and zinc worked the best. Soon spots began to appear on Isaiah's body, free from any inflammation.

Ten months after giving up steroid ointments, the baby's skin returned to normal again. “We were examined by thirty-five doctors. They all thought it was eczema. Now I really want to show them photos of Isaiah in full health.”

Most importantly, the boy, who once could not be touched by anyone, can now have fun playing with other children. “We lost a whole year. For a whole year I could not kiss him, touch him. Now we constantly hug him with the whole family! He loves it so much!“

Stephanie shared her experience to help others. She, like no one, understands the pain of a woman whose child is forced to suffer incessantly. Share this story and maybe you can save another desperate mother and her sick baby.

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I decided to write about this after I stumbled upon this story online. Even before leaving for Vietnam, I had a chance to face a very similar case. The girl is 2 years old. The eczema hasn't gone away for several months. During periods of exacerbations, prednisolone ointments were used. The last exacerbation was so strong that the girl was given quite serious hormonal therapy at the regional hospital. Immediately after discharge, the girl became much worse than before the hospital. Swollen hands, face, vagina. The girl screamed almost continuously from pain.

And I did something for which every pediatrician, allergist and dermatologist will condemn me, as they say, "decisively and irrevocably." I called Vietnam, the Institute of Traditional Medicine, to ask for advice. I was advised by a Vietnamese doctor in Moscow, Dr. Tao. In a situation where official medicine has already seriously harmed, this was a "straw for salvation." The girl and mother were already in Moscow in the morning. The clinic was, no less, in a large state institution. Takes up an entire floor! And gratitude from the main patient - German Gref - in a prominent place, in a frame. Some Vietnamese, curtains, massage, needles. Waiting for a doctor. A middle-aged Vietnamese comes in, speaks Russian no better than the Vietnamese in the market, "a little bit." He takes the girl by the hand, feels the pulse, takes a piece of paper and begins to schematically draw the internal organs. He says that the metabolism is disturbed, the pancreas and liver should be treated, and there are problems with the nervous system. Gives jars with yellow capsules, tablets with hieroglyphs and a vial of some kind of reddish oil. No annotations in Russian or English. He explains: "This is to drink so much, this is so much, this is to smear." All. A full course of treatment for six months will cost about 3 thousand dollars. We take only for a month - there was no more money. Then we decided to buy.
The pens were anointed with this "red oil" immediately, by the evening the itching was gone! The next day they left. The redness and itching went away very quickly. Describing the horrors of transporting Vietnamese medicines from Moscow to Novgorod is another story. None of the post offices took on such a responsibility, sending by train - too. Afraid. Medicines not certified by our Ministry of Health cannot be sent. No way. We found a Kamaz driver from Novgorod, and then through friends, we were just lucky. And the purchase itself... I had to go to the polyclinic at one of the factories for medicines, where the doctor also has an office. Just like in the movies. The doctor presses the remote control - the wall opens, and there are shelves with capsules. Well, just like in films about the Chinese mafia, only there they hide weapons like that.

It's been two years already. There were no aggravations, the parents "relaxed". The girl was happy to eat chips with Coca-Cola, sweets and lollipops from the supermarket checkouts. And the eczema is back. What is mom doing? First of all, she again goes to hospitals, dermatologists, allergists, hormonal ointments. It's getting worse again. Mom sends pictures to me. I clutch my head and explain that now she will have to go to the doctor without me, I have to fly to Moscow for ten hours. Then my mother recalls that "we did not drink all the peas, we have something left there." I paint a diet (remove chips, chups, fried and other rubbish). There is an improvement... Now everything is fine.

This is what surprised me the most about this story:
- Parents of a girl who treat a child only when the "fried rooster" pecks. Food is medicine. First we eat whatever we can get, then we don’t know which doctors to run to ...
- Doctors of official medicine with standard schemes "Hello, prednisolone!" Well, after all, it does not cure at all, it just relieves the symptoms, and - for a while. Alas, 90% of drugs, I am convinced, are needed only to relieve symptoms.
- The prudence of some of our officials in regard to their own health. They settled a good Vietnamese doctor right in the Presidential Administration, they found a floor! And the rest - polyclinics, about which it is sad to write ... And duplicity once again, does not surprise, however, already. Everywhere they write about how terrible it is to be treated with uncertified medicines, but for themselves, their loved ones ... not at all what is certified for the "population", but pea-sized vials with and without hieroglyphs.
- The price tag for medicines for a certain "caste" in Moscow is thirty times higher than in Vietnam. And it does not bother anyone there, apparently. Here, such a course of treatment can cost 100 dollars ... well ... 200 maximum!

And now, here in Vietnam, I constantly see frightened tourists who, out of habit, sweep everything that is displayed in those pharmacies where the magic words for the layman are written in Russian: "State Pharmacy" :-))) Despite the fact that in tourist places they are advised by people who have nothing to do with medicine at all! And even a few of the few come to a free consultation with a Vietnamese doctor. 99% of tourists squeamishly look at the wooden benches instead of the white chairs of the tourist medical center, look at the jars of herbs with undisguised horror... Vietnamese medicine people come, only already, as they say, "having taken a sip".

The right motivation

Daughter, 14 years old, categorically did not want to clean the room. How many times have I spoken to her, cursed - to no avail. Connected her husband. One day at dinner, without taking his eyes off the TV, he uttered:

Daughter, my mother and I decided that now I will clean your room.

I just went nuts, my daughter can't believe her luck. But the husband has not finished yet and casually continues:

I'll start tomorrow... I'll tidy up your desk, make your bed, tidy up your closet. I'm sure I won't find anything out of the ordinary there.

Here the daughter's face sharply warps, as much as the borscht went with her nose. She has been keeping the room perfectly clean for a month now. The husband, just, the infection, does not give up that there is such an unusual hidden in his daughter's room.

Baba Hulk

I solve the scanword. Question: Baba-Hulka is written in two words in a column, 5 letters. I thought for a day, I tried everything, I already came to my friend with a scanword, they thought and thought with her, they didn’t come up with anything either. Well, the Hulk does not have a woman of 5 letters and that's it! And a nephew was visiting a friend, about ten years old, well, we show him a question in a scanword, and he immediately answers us:

And here fireworks?

To which the child replied:

Well, how and, here it is written babAhalka!

fortune tellers

My friend's son is blindfolded. Parents give him various objects in his hands, and he guesses.

Pencil.

Right.

Machine.

Right.

Then dad put a sock in his hands, the son thought for a long time, then says:

After thinking a little more, he sniffed and said:

Door handle

Friends in the toilet had a broken door handle. In fact, there was simply no handle, and instead there was just a square hole in the lock. They kept a spoon in the toilet so that from the inside it could be inserted into the hole with the reverse flat end and twisted instead of a handle. Somehow guests gathered in the apartment, someone went to the toilet, and suddenly a cry in the silence from the toilet:

Where is the spoon?

Those who were there for the first time laughed for a long time.

Lucky case

Vadik, do you remember how we met by chance?

I remember, dear...

First we met on the train, they didn’t even write down the phone numbers, then I looked for you on Vkontakte, but I didn’t find you, and then we accidentally met between couples ...

Yes, a happy accident, what can I say ...

Let him think it's a coincidence. I won’t tell her that I managed to photograph her on the train, find Vkontakte, find out her first and last name, go to her faculty, find out the group and class schedule, and at the right time already stand and smoke on the porch of the educational building, when her couple is over...

We play horse

Played horse with my son. He rolled it around his neck until he hit his little finger on the nightstand. This great rider gets off me and asks:

Horse, are you in a lot of pain?

Can't ride me anymore?

I can not.

It's a pity. Will have to shoot.

I love you so much…

I spanked my four-year-old daughter today for being pampered. After some time, she comes up to me, gets on her knees, hugs my cheeks, kisses me on the nose, in the eyes and tells me:

I love you so much…

I blossomed. I sit smiling and then, she declares to me:

It's not a shame now, when such a little girl loves you so much, and you're in her ass, in her ass!

Gild the handle

One friend told me. He was walking home from work, carrying a can of gold paint in his bag - he was decorating a stand at work. And then a gypsy comes up to him and brazenly demands:

And gild the pen!

Half terminator

Right now I went to the cardiology center. They hung up a device for daily measurement of pressure. Cuff on the arm and motor in the purse. Measures pressure periodically.

On the way back, some two types got to the bottom - well, like, who is this, where is it from, is there anything on the little things? In general, we are standing, talking, the situation is heating up, and then this motor began to buzz - to pump the cuff. I straightened up in surprise and froze (I forgot something about him). These two types also stared at me crazy - suddenly they began to buzz and the left arm pumped up before our eyes! Then the motor stalled and I, in the voice of a robot, with a glazed look into nowhere, give out:

Combat mode is on.

HOW THEY FUCKED! THIS SHOULD BE SEEN! …

logical

I remember, in my first year, we had such a subject - logic, which was taught by a blonde. And when she asked at the first seminar: “Do you have any questions?” Of course, I valiantly raised my hand and charged: “Is it true that logic and women are incompatible things?”

And how did it end?

It ended quite logically: I then went to retake 8 times.

good deeds

My wife and I left the store, and on the steps there was a kitten, very cute. Wife in a touching voice:

What a pretty… Let's rip his head off.

People around began to worry and turn around until we got the fish out of the bag.

What's happened?

Yesterday I bought my wife an expensive ring. Just like that, from an excess of feelings. The first thing she asked was, “What happened? Tell me the truth, even the worst! Stole something? Cheated on me?". Now he is sitting in the corner, pouting, thinking that I am hiding something. I'd rather buy her a frying pan!

Present

Mom's friend's colleague was given a vibrator for her birthday. An intelligent lady thought and thought where to use it and eventually took it to the country house, stuck it in the ground - all the moles were gone!

We argued

We argued with my mother that it is unrealistic to commit suicide in a mental hospital, like soft walls and all that. I said that you can pull out a tuft of hair and choke on it! Tomorrow we go to the psychiatrist ...

Final scene from The Inspector

Recently decided to go from his wife to the left. Went to a friend's house. Summer, heat ... After sex, he went out on the balcony in his shorts to smoke. Mother-in-law and father-in-law stood on the neighboring balcony: they came to visit some of their acquaintances. The final scene from N.V. Gogol's The Government Inspector…

Animal lover

Yesterday I went to the Bird Market, I saw the following picture: a mother drags her son by the hood and shouts:

- ... in the apartment there are two cats, three dogs, what the hell is an eagle?!!!

The scariest thing in the book

I decided to wipe the bookshelf on the weekend, sort through the books, all that, sent my husband and son for a walk. And suddenly something black falls on me from books, runs along the carpet and hides under the sofa! My scream must have been heard in the next block. It turned out, her mother, a wheel from a children's car!

Original congratulations

In our firm, two employees got married on the same day. The personnel department, as always, distinguished itself by its intelligence and ingenuity, hanging an original congratulation at the entrance:

Congratulations to Dmitry and Vladimir on their legal marriage!

Hot pepper?

Yesterday I was at the market, my father sent for capsicum. I go to my grandmother and ask:

- Hot pepper?

Son, bitter, take it!

Well, I'm asking here:

Can you try?

Yes, sure!

I bite off a small piece… I almost lost steam from my ears, my brain EXPLODED from such bitterness!!! Well, here I think, let me have fun, I’ll say that it’s not bitter. I throw it back, without giving a look, I make a stupid face, - I say that it is not bitter. Granny without thinking for a long time:

Yes, I have tried it myself! - and bites off half and begins to chew ...

Good afternoon everyone. I already wrote a story here in March about my family, I no longer ask for advice, now I just need to speak out. I decided to register. I'm tired of my sister ... she infuriates me with her mere presence. .There are still 1.5 months left before the birth, I try to restrain myself, but it doesn’t work out. Yesterday another scandal broke out ... my sister doesn’t want to pay for the apartment, she said that she would solve this issue with her mother, and not with me. All over the apartment her hair is lying around ... you leave the bathroom all in her hair, you take out the washed clothes from the washing machine, again her hair, her hair is elementary on the kitchen table. I told her that she does not live here alone and my hair does not lie around anywhere, she envy me silently that you don’t have such long hair. As before, she doesn’t clean her apartment, or rather pretends with her mother that she is cleaning, when her mother is at home she is the most ideal and will wash the dishes, and washes her things, and cooks and she will wash the floors in her room. And when mom is not there, you can’t get through to her to wash your things, because it already stinks. Yesterday, my mother told me to leave my sister behind and didn’t tell her anything, but I can’t do that. I tell my mother directly she said that her sister gets everything she wants, and her mother refuses herself in many ways because of her. Mom said that she herself decides to whom and what to give, and that if she considers it necessary to support her sister, she will support. And I feel sorry for my mother, up to 50 years old she lived, but she didn’t see her life, she spent everything on the children. do, if I come, I’ll do the cleaning, then I’ll wash the dishes for everyone, I weeded the beds last weekend, I still can’t move away. It’s very hard to walk, but I still try to help. ask my father for money recently. Recently I brought a young man, a 19-year-old boy, to the house. We slept until dinner, so she didn’t even have anything to feed him, I told her where to get food so that she doesn’t stay hungry. She has been drinking for the last 3 days. About studying in general she doesn’t think, she needs to practice and pay for her studies, but it doesn’t matter to her. Mom paid for her studies for 4 years, and now she doesn’t give a damn, everything is down the drain. I’m already crying every day. Why am I such a relative. It seems to me that if she dies, I won’t even cry. I don’t give a damn about her, it doesn’t matter what happens to her. It’s a pity for mom. It turned out to be a mess in history, but everything is on emotions. I don’t know if it really became easier for me or not.

Well, here's another breakdown ... I wake up, and our whole room is unclear in what ... tomorrow the Trinity and everyone is going to the cemetery in the morning, my mother told my sister to cook pies ... the floor is in white stains, apparently from yeast, kettle in dough, jars of salt, spices and lavrushka in dough, sink in dough, cutting table in dough, dining table in white stains, 12 liter saucepan with water in the sink, sink is a thin sheet of stainless steel, I don’t understand how the sink withstood it .In general, I'm in shock. I call my mother and ask what kind of x ... I am. How should I prepare breakfast for my husband and child. Mom calls her sister, she gets up and wipes the floor, and then goes to bed. white stains. At my words, so that she cleans everything up after herself, she sends me to x ... and says that these are her problems and that I should not interfere. I silently clean it all up and cook breakfast. She calls her mother and says: your eldest daughter I’m really stupid or something, I told her not to wash anything, because right now I’m going to cook and everything will be exactly the same ....aaaaaaaaaaaaa.... the time was 9 o’clock in the morning, now it’s almost 12, and she’s sleeping and so didn’t cook anything, it turns out that she was kneading the dough like that. everything ....