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It has always been difficult for me to connect with people. Even at school, I always stood on the sidelines when my classmates whispered, giggled and shot their eyes in the direction of the boys. I was simply not interested in maintaining these conversations about anything, and pride did not allow me to be imposed.

The same thing continued when I entered the university. Here were the same girls who contemptuously-condescendingly glanced at my not too fashion sweaters and not too short skirts and passed by. The guys also didn’t notice me point-blank, flirting with might and main with my classmates - bright, fashionable and lively.

At first, I tried to convince myself that none of this bothered me. But how I sometimes wanted to turn the tide, to let everyone know that I am not such a gray mouse, that it is interesting to talk with me! Several timid attempts to get closer to classmates ended in nothing - my quiet remarks were simply not heard by anyone, I stood nearby, as poor relative, and quietly walked away, burning with shame.

HARD CASE

Lyudochka Samoilova reigned at the university.

Women who neglect caution and common sense in an effort to drastically change their lives, fate often cruelly avenges disobedience. At one time I threw myself into the pool with my head, for which in the end I paid the price, having experienced many hardships.

For a long time, everything in my life was normal and predictable. After school, she graduated from typist courses and got a job as a secretary in one of the offices. AT free time met with girlfriends, went to the movies, ran to dances. There she met her future husband. Sergey worked at the factory, he was good looking, and his character suited me quite well. When we decided to get married, his parents decided to leave for the village, and they left us an apartment. And then everything went on knurled: a daughter was born, we began to save up for a car, went out into nature on the weekends, and spent our holidays in the countryside. They looked after the garden, went for mushrooms, swam in the river. And everything would be fine, but some anxiety gnawed at me, every now and then the thought crept in: is this really how my whole life will pass? I languished in boredom, dissatisfaction, dreamed of something unrealizable. I already understand now that I just toiled without love, and then everything seemed gray and hopeless. At work, the girls talked about dating

When one day my husband Igor quoted Gogol's "Dead Souls" to me and called me Plyushkina, I was terribly offended. He said that I "drag all the junk into the house." And our house, they say, is not rubber at all. But this is shameless slander! I bring only the things I need into the house!

And it all started because of a mere trifle: he decided to get his fishing tackle from the mezzanine, and when he opened the door, a voluminous package with things that I had recently bought and had not yet managed to determine a place for them fell right on his head. Among the various rags in the same bag was a new stainless steel saucepan.

A week before, on Sunday, when we had guests, our three-year-old Maxim knocked cocoa on my knees - my favorite dress was finished. I had to urgently console myself with something: Galina and I went to shopping center. I ended up buying a frilly skirt, four tops. different colors, two pairs of trousers and a stunning dress very fashionable now lilac. Spinning home, I sat in front of the closet for half an hour thinking: where should I put all this? I had to temporarily send to the mezzanine. We have a small closet of some kind, it would be necessary to buy a new one.

CREATIVE PERSONS

Who is not familiar with the situation: your beloved man leaves you, you suffer for a long time, you suffer. And after many years, accidentally meeting former lover, you wonder: and why was I so killed by this person?

Our romance with Denis can be compared to a roller coaster - ups and downs. We quarreled violently, reconciled no less violently, parted "forever", and then met again, unable to bear the separation. But, apparently, at some point he was tired of these passions, and he decided to cling to a safe harbor. And after our next quarrel, he did not call again. And I waited, hoped - well, how? After all, we were created for each other, and the degree of our closeness is such that it cannot be higher. Finally she could not stand it and called him herself.

And I recently got married, - I heard such a native voice in the receiver.

Yes, Nadia. Our relationship with you has reached an impasse. And I didn't want my family to become the scene of hostilities.

However, it is not so much my fading face that worries him, but the imperfection of my figure. “Honey, at your age you need to take more care of the body” - I hear this several times a day. After all, the husband is not only younger, he is also a fitness trainer in one of the most fashionable city clubs. That's the kind of life I have.

MOM-GRANDMA

I wanted to write “but it all started so beautifully,” then I realized that this was not true, everything did not start very beautifully. Can you say a few words about yourself?

As a child, I loved to lean on the lid of the secretary. Mom scolded me very much for this, as there was a beautiful secretary on top tea-set, brought by my grandmother from Ashgabat. And then one day, while doing my homework, I again leaned on. There was a terrible roar. Grandmother flew in, saw a broken service, grabbed me in an armful and ran out into the street. And only at the bottom she came to her senses that she was in Leningrad, and there was no earthquake here. Oh, and it hit me then! And in the evening, my mother added ...

I am a very calm person who rarely raises his voice. But there is one way that makes me scream - mirrors in a closed room from which there is no way out. My boyfriend decided to somehow play a trick on me, to make sure that I can raise my voice. One fine morning I woke up in a locked room with a dozen fairly large mirrors. He found me two hours later under the table in hysterics, the nightmares did not leave for several more months. The guy is no more.

I work in a movie theater for two. Usually loving couples come. romance, movies, tasty food, wine, kisses ... But how enrage those who cross the line of kisses and translate the matter into a horizontal plane. There is a camera, there is an announcement at the entrance, and so we tell the guests, but it’s a pity that not everyone gets it.

My husband and I decided to take a serious step - to adopt a child. Our daughter distant relatives, a fire in the house, only she escaped. Immediately she was silent all the time, then she began to speak occasionally. But two years later it did not move forward. I dreamed that we would replace her family, but she is still cold. I don't blame anyone, but this is so bittersweet.

I recently cheated on my husband because he is a fucking workaholic, and we had our last sex a year and a half ago. I love him so much, but I couldn't resist. I went to the city to a friend, went to a club and slept with a guy whose name I don’t even know. He fucked my soul out of me, and I returned home happy, to which my husband offered to visit her more often. One side desired girl I finally felt myself, and on the other hand, cats scratched my soul like that.

Grandma and Grandpa met in the park when Grandma ran headlong home, covering herself from the pouring rain with her hands. She accidentally bumped into him, knocking him off his feet. Mom and dad got to know each other school disco when my mother accidentally collided with my father, knocking him to the floor, falling on top of him to the tune of “slow” And I found my love in the garbage, when, without looking, I threw a bag of garbage into a barrel, and accidentally hit a guy, knocking him down and dropping him right into the trash. But found.

A year and a half ago I was hit by a car. As a result, spinal injury wheelchair. My husband supported me as best he could, blowing dust particles away. Recently, doctors said that it is possible to undergo surgery, the chance is 50/50 that I will be able to walk again, but the condition may worsen. My husband, with tears in his eyes, begged me not to risk it, he would take care of me. I really started to fear intervention. And then my tablet broke, I took my husband’s laptop and found a bunch of disabled porn there. I will be operated on soon.

I have a strange mania for making up dialogues various subjects furniture. So I was sitting in line at the clinic, a woman pulls the handle of the office, the door is closed, and I immediately imagine a dialogue between two doors: - Oh, what are you pulling, tear off! Can't you see? Closed! No, did you see? She pulls here! Give me more polish on the handle erase! - Mdaa, here people go! They kick, they clap. Mom told me, go to paper ...

I often choose music for performances. This is a laborious process, you can sit for several days and listen-listen-listen until through a bunch of music that starts to seem the same, notes that catch you slip through. And how many incredible melodies found along the way are now in my piggy bank and are waiting in the wings! I want to have the opportunity to show all the images that this music draws.

I have a tooth scar on my tongue. According to my parents, when I was two years old, I was sitting on a chair, and my older brother pushed him, I fell, hit my head on the battery and bit my tongue. Parents thought that it would grow together, so they did not sew it up. As a child, a friend called this scar a pocket, since a piece of skin can be pushed back with your teeth and you can see the indentation. Priceless is the expression on the face of the people to whom I tell this story and, in conclusion, show my tongue!

My grandmother is 84. She has beautiful make-up, hairstyle, dress and high heel shoes. She has a husband who is 17 years younger, who loves her to the point of madness. She runs in the morning on the balcony on the treadmill, cooks awesome, sings great and sews amazing clothes to order. And I just want to be like her, at least at 70 years old, and not like at 80 and a half!

No matter how much I get to know people, every time with amazing skill I manage to spoil the attitude towards myself. Because... Apparently, I do not understand the personal facet of each person. A careless action or a word - the relationship becomes strained, and they themselves are already like strangers. I don't even know how many times I've seen this in my life. People with whom, it seemed, he could communicate about anything and constantly, now barely exchange a couple of phrases ...

They put a heart defect, we have to fly for an operation. And then a friend says that it is expensive to deliver the body, and many people bring ashes back in urns. The positive disappeared, I saw how my husband was looking for the delivery of the body. She said how she spat ... I feel sorry for my loved ones - they are worried, and I myself became scared. We are realists, but here it is hard and scary.

In life, I am a gray mouse. But after sex I become prettier. The eyes shine, the lips become slightly plump and bright, the skin turns beautifully pale, the cheeks are pink. I even learned how to use it: if I had to attend an event, I made love before it, it helped more than makeup. I did not take into account only one thing, that this feature was noticed not only by me, but also by my beloved husband. My ex-beloved husband, who burned me beautiful after work.

I moved into the apartment where my friends had lived before. From their stories: they fucked on the table and made as much noise as possible, for which all the neighbors hated them. On the first evening at about 10, I decided to move the closet a little. Five minutes later, all the grandmothers of the world leaned out, shouting that I was a whore and arranging orgies, another half an hour later two policemen arrived. When they saw me in pajamas and my cat, who had crap himself from knocking on the door, they apologized for a long time, and then for another half an hour they reprimanded the neighbors on the stairs.

I never liked visiting my grandmother. They came once a year with the whole family for a couple of days, and the trash began. A booze with moonshine and scuffle, in which my grandmother and her sons participated, and after that she tried to enlighten me, 7-9-year-old, about sex in all the vile details. In another argument, when she pulled up her skirt and showed me where to go, I found out that she did not wear underwear either. It’s a pity that I didn’t recognize another grandmother - she died when I was a year old (

Recently I came across a series about Katya Pushkareva. My God, then her image seemed terrible, and today she is downright in the trend, but everyone who was in style looks like a klucker. Which strange thing- fashion!

When the war began, my grandfather went to the front, and my grandmother and her four-year-old daughter left for evacuation. We lived hard, there was not enough food, my daughter was very sick. Grandmother was a beauty, and an officer in a high rank looked after her, brought stew, butter, chocolate. And she gave in. girl on good nutrition recovered quickly. When my grandfather returned from the war, my grandmother immediately confessed to him. He smoked, paused and said: "Thank you for saving my daughter." They lived 55 years together, and he never reproached her with a word.

I can't stand cash coins. Seeing them immediately makes me sick. As a child, there was a habit - to collect a change around the house and stuff it into your mouth. Years have passed, the habit has gone, but only now I understand that it was disgusting.

I hate this spring, because it's impossible to keep your eyes down on your phone! You get into the minibus after the street, bend over the phone, and the snot flows down so treacherously ...

For a long time in the office I picked out huge boogers and sculpted them at the table. I kept thinking that I would take it off. While I was on vacation, we moved to another office, the boss sat there. It's embarrassing to go back to work

As a child, I was afraid of old people because it seemed to me that they would steal my youth in order to prolong their lives. And because I was a sweet child, they often took me on their knees in crowded vehicles. Moments of horror.

My husband works in an agricultural company - he plows the fields and carries the crops. He drives a tractor at work, and when we get bored at home, he asks: "How much is 150 + 150?" I say: "300", - and I go to suck the tractor driver)

Before each flight, of which there are not so many, I put a status from the series "life is so short" or I make a post with the song "If I die young". If suddenly I die in a plane crash, then everyone will go to my page and think that I had a premonition of my death. I suffer from aerophobia.

From childhood, my father beat me and tormented me mentally until I left home. Now I live abroad and we communicate occasionally in the messenger. Somehow, telling him a story, she cursed. Dad took out the whole brain that I do not respect him, because "I cursed in front of him." And that if I continue to swear, he will stop communicating with me. And I really thought about the fact that I do not respect him and that if he stops communicating with me, I will not be very upset.

Recently I heard from friends who have a month-old child that, they say, it's time to baptize the child. She casually asked if they had read the Bible (no); do they even know "Our Father" (also not); What time was Jesus baptized and was he baptized at all? The last question drove them to a dead end. Then I asked why to baptize such a crumb. The answer was ingenious: "Well, wow, we're sort of Orthodox..." Orthodox, who didn't even hold a Bible in their hands, but wear a cross as a decoration. Infuriates!

Grandma always scolds me when she sees HOW I peel potatoes. He says that during the war, my cleanings could feed the whole village.

She was returning home from the store. The five-year-old daughter ran into the elevator, I drag the bags behind. And then someone calls the elevator, I do not have time. The doors close and I hear my daughter's scream as she rides upstairs. I drop my bags, rush around the floors, trying to figure out where the scream is coming from. She ran to the seventh. You should have seen the face of the man who was waiting for the elevator. When the doors opened, a little crying girl stood in front of him. angry girl, who ran into him, yelling at the bass of a healthy man: "Where is my mother?! Answer!"

I define men by their ass. Rounded chubby asses or loose hips, more like a woman - most likely, he is lazy, and may also be cunning or Sissy. How many times did it match!

I started dating a 19-year-old girl who smokes, drinks and doesn't mind earning extra money for blowjobs. I wanted to put her on the right path, moved in with her, got a job high paying job to support her and her mother. As a result, for three years he almost drank himself, and twice they wanted to plant him. Dropped and left. Fuck this charity. Occasionally we talk as friends. I don't regret what I did, and I'm not going to repeat it. I don't drink at all, I'm 27.

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Sign: evil always returns to the person who committed it.

In the early dashing 90s, I divorced my husband, tired of his drinking and worthlessness, after which I pulled my four children alone. I have no family. She sewed, knitted for people, shuttled ... And then a young neighbor on the landing, having parted ways with her husband, decided to go to her relatives in Siberia with her two-year-old son. She borrowed a small amount of money from me for the trip and, promising to return it, she mentioned that her missus would not go anywhere: in their family “they know how to do a lot.” After some time, she really returned and got along with her husband.

cruel words

I had every penny on my account with the children, but this woman did not give me back the debt upon arrival. I once told her everything that I think about her. The neighbor promised to get even with me, saying again that she "can do something."
And soon a disaster happened to my first-born Roma. He was eager to join the army, but after serving for three months, he ended up in a military hospital. Three months later, the son was commissioned, advising him to improve his health in a sanatorium. But he considered himself healthy.

After some time, Roma decided to marry a neighbor girl whom he knew from school. But she laughed at him in the presence of another guy. Why, they say, does she need a poor man, and even a sick one? Something broke in my son's heart. FROM early age my children were baptized, and the eldest son knew well that under no circumstances should one take one's own life. But after the cruel words spoken by the girl, Roma left - forever. He committed suicide on the street. But I didn't know about it right away.

At that time, I had very little to save for my own apartment. And I, once again, decided to go for the goods. Exhausted by trade, I hoped that this trip would be the last. And so it happened.

Howling dog

Getting ready for the road late in the evening, I went to our final bus stop, where a neighbor was already standing. Here, on the outskirts of the city, the forest approaches the bus stop, and after the rains, a huge puddle formed in front of it. It was chilly autumn.

While waiting for the bus, my neighbor and I exchanged nothing meaningful phrases and noticed how a young black kitten came out of the wood opposite us. Somehow terribly, uterine meowing, he slowly, purposefully walked in our direction. There was something strange in his behavior. For some reason, I felt like he was looking straight into my eyes. And when the kitten, not bypassing the dirty cold puddle and still meowing terribly, entered it, my neighbor and I were simply dumbfounded. At that moment, our bus approached, and it seemed to us that the cat had disappeared under the wheels. But sitting in the bus, which turned around, taking us to the city center, we noticed that the animal was already sitting at the bus stop and was looking after us ...

Getting off at the stop I needed, I went along the railway embankment to the station. Still under the impression of what she saw, she was passing by the private sector, when suddenly there was a heartbreaking howl of a dog. It didn't feel right at all. All the way, while I was walking to the station, the dog did not stop. I also thought, folk omens the howl of a dog is a big disaster, someone will probably have something bad happen. It was somehow painful in my soul, but there was no premonition that I was about to lose my son forever. But it happened exactly at the hour when I was walking towards the station.

For some reason, as a child, I knew that when I got married, I would have three children - two sons and a daughter. And remembering this when she gave birth fourth child, always worried about him, what if something happens to him and I really end up with three? But I had no idea that I would lose my eldest son.

Uninvited guest

The next day, by evening train, I returned home with the goods. On the platform, my daughter met me, which had never happened before. She stayed at home for the mistress and looked after younger brother. My daughter did not answer my questions. Getting off the bus and approaching the house, I noticed that the neighbors saw me and began to whisper. It became clear that something happened in our family. And when I entered the apartment and saw the curtained mirrors, I understood everything. It seemed like some kind of terrible, wild dream. Now I wake up from him and everything will be the same! ..
Soon the girl's mother came into the house and rejected Roma. She began to explain to me, they say, all the youth curse her daughter, supposedly it was she who was to blame for the death of my son. I was in prostration and did not quite understand what she was talking about.

I didn't realize that my long-awaited firstborn In his incomplete 19 years, he left forever. I have never had the opportunity to accompany someone on their last journey. But I, completely ignorant of the customs, did everything as it should be ...

My girlfriends prepared a funeral dinner in the yard. It was they who drew attention to the black kitten, which got under their feet, rushed into the house, getting everyone with a heart-rending meow. And when he finally got into the room, jumping on my knees, he rushed into the coffin. From surprise, we were all numb. I grabbed the kitten, but he, clutching Roma's funeral suit with his claws, made some eerie sounds, similar to howling. Not without difficulty, we were able to drag him away, someone threw this strange animal into the yard.
Many have watched it. And people still remember this out of the ordinary event. Moreover, this story had a continuation, a truly mystical one.

Boomerang

On the ninth day after the funeral, we gathered with the whole family to go to the cemetery. Already approaching the bus stop, we heard a familiar meow - this is a black kitten rushing towards us. For some reason I said younger son so that he takes it home and closes it on the veranda. But, as it turned out, he left the kitten in the yard. Later, when we return from the cemetery, the neighbor will tell us that in front of her eyes this ill-fated animal died under the wheels of a car. Our neighbor, working as a truck driver, drove up to the house for a couple of minutes to pick up documents. Meanwhile, the kitten, having climbed onto the wheel of his car, lay down on it. The driver got into the cab, started the engine and drove off. But for some reason, the animal was not afraid of either the sound of a running engine, or the fact that a neighbor who saw him in last moment, screaming to jump, fool, from the wheel. And, amazingly, nothing was left of him, not even a blood stain! What was it?

Much later, the words of a neighbor-debtor, who promised that I would suffer until the end of my days, surfaced in my memory. I believe that it is she who is responsible for my misfortunes.
Everyone has long known that the perfect evil returns like a boomerang and is always punishable. I am not specifically interested in her affairs, but I know that everything in her family is very, very bad. And God is her judge, if everything that happened is her doing. And I always pray for Roma's soul. They say you can't do it, but I know that motherly prayer the strongest. And I hope that I prayed for the sin of my son. After all, his psyche was broken, and he was unable to endure the pain that was caused to him.

Tatyana Zakharchenko, Lesozavodsk, Primorsky Krai