A story with a good ending. From hate to love - three years

From hatred to love there is one step, says popular wisdom, and my story confirms this. I was a little over thirty, I wasn’t married, I wasn’t a mother, but I wanted so much, I wanted to be loved! Life flew by and became banal: home-work-home. Over time, I began to treat work as the main activity in my life: I carefully and scrupulously checked documents, often stayed after finishing work, and demanded that performers strictly follow my recommendations...

And here is the next project, I get acquainted with the working version and find not only financial errors, but also legal ones. I outline all this to the performer - and according to the script, he must listen, make adjustments and provide a revised project. But here I encounter resistance, a wall that is difficult to overcome. We call each other, argue and each of us tries to prove that we are right. Our squabble reached the management, which resolved the situation, because... We couldn’t come to a common denominator on our own. My comments were significant, and management gave instructions for their implementation. Somewhere in the depths of my consciousness lurked a resentment that I could not find an approach and achieve a result, a resentment that my pride was hurt.

After this project, he and I met in the office, greeted each other through gritted teeth, and if possible, we turned out of each other’s path so as not to cross paths again. I put off the next project with his support until later until he called and asked when my visa would be available. There was no way out, so I began to review the documents provided. I outlined the mistakes, copied my manual, and when he answered, he also copied his manual.

And so project after project. Hatred grew; as a rule, he did not agree with mistakes. Each time I had to provide links to articles in the legislation - this was very exhausting and time-consuming. On the sidelines of the office she said: “How does his wife live with him, he’s like that...”. Then, when I found out that he was divorced, of course, my puzzle came together: “Who can live with that!”

Days, months, a year, two, three passed, but our relationship did not turn into friendly ones - we constantly expected a new argument from each other. And then one day I had to go to the dining room alone, because... my colleagues had already had lunch, and at that time I was not able to join them. I’m standing with a tray in the middle of the hall, there are no free tables, and my enemy waves, inviting me to sit at a table with the words: “I’m already finishing and won’t disturb you with my presence for a long time.”

It’s strange, but I accepted the invitation: either there was no way out, or I didn’t want to emphasize my hostility. We agreed right away that we wouldn’t talk about work. At first they sat in silence, then he finished his meal and began to tell a story that happened to his friends during their vacation. While I was eating my food, I was thinking about one thing: take the tray and go to work. But he didn’t intend to, but kept narrating and narrating. And when I finished eating, he picked up my tray and carried it to the counter. After which he impudently suggested going to a cafe and having coffee and dessert.

The only thing I could think of at that moment for a gentle refusal was: I have a lot of work, and I would like to go do it, otherwise I will have to stay late. Okay, he said, then I’ll come get you after work and we’ll fill this gap. Said - done. When he arrived, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak and, in my opinion, wasn’t thinking well - so I agreed that I simply needed dessert after a hard day.

Colleagues who knew about our “love” did not understand what was happening, and some wondered: “Will it work or won’t it?” I went and didn’t regret it. He turned out to be different, completely different - attentive, sensitive and vulnerable. Soon we had a wonderful daughter. Yes, we argue, not only at work, but also at home, sometimes we get offended at each other, but we have left hatred in the past. It took us three years from hatred to love.

Hello everyone! At the age of 19, I was already working, my father was gone, my mother worked several jobs, so that at least I had something to pay off the loan and leave for life, I had no money at all, so that’s why I decided to go to work. I work a lot whom I met and everyone treated me very well, most of my colleague-friends were men! We drove home from work together And one day my colleagues introduced me to a young man. I fell in love at first sight!! He asked for my phone number and called me , we went to work together. In the evenings he called me for a walk, he was so gentle, affectionate, kind, caring. First kiss. After a while I found out that he was 30 years old at the time, and that he had been married for 5 years and had a child! For me it was just a shock. HOW? Why does he give hope for some kind of relationship, because he is married and has a child? After that, I told him that we couldn’t have anything, because he is married and has a child and I don’t want to ruin them family! He called me, I didn’t pick up the phone, but in my heart I so madly wanted to pick him up, to say that I love him, I want to meet him, hug him, kiss him. He came up to me at work and asked: why don’t I pick up when he calls. that same day he called me again and I decided to answer him! He invited me to meet, I agreed! Something that I tried to get rid of and forget began again. We started meeting him in secret! In July he went on sick leave and disappeared. I I was afraid to call him, I thought that my wife might wake me up. I was attacked by panic, I thought that it was all because of me, I started writing him SMS asking for forgiveness, although I didn’t know why. I congratulated him on his birthday, and the next day I decided to call him. He picked up and said that he was busy and would call back later! Later he called back and said that he had a lot of other work to do! In August I went on vacation and at the same time he went. As I found out, that he now lives with his parents, because... his wife kicked him out. We spent the summer together, but not for long! I sat at the computer until 3 o’clock in the morning. And then I saw HE calling. I picked up the phone as if nothing had happened, and then “bang” a female voice, it was his wife !It wasn’t difficult to tell from her voice that she was a little drunk, she started telling me that he crawled to her on his knees and asked her for forgiveness, she said he wouldn’t get away from her, that why would he do this to me, because I’m young, and he already 30, he has a child, and the worst thing she said was that HE TOLD HER EVERYTHING ABOUT ME, SHOWED ALL MY SMS AND ASKED HER HOW TO GET AWAY FROM ME!!! That’s it.. I swallowed my own tears. Since that time I haven’t I picked up the phone when he called me, but as always, I picked it up! We met, I told him everything that his wife told me, and he told me the opposite story! As I became convinced later, she likes to drink and on the day when she called me, she first called him and began to threaten him with the child, that if he doesn’t return to her, the child will suffer. That’s why he had to return, and in the evening she called me from his phone while he was sleeping! Fate brought us together again and again. There were many calls from him, but with threats! On the same day he called me and said that “He loves his wife, so that I forget him and never call again!” Okay! I answered. Afterwards I changed my phone number and blocked the old one! I added it to blacklists on networks! I didn’t call unknown numbers at all! I spent the whole holiday at home! I was afraid to appear on the street at all, I never knew if I’d meet him or her !After a while he recognized my Life :) and started calling me, cried into the phone, begged me to meet, said that he didn’t love her, that they fight every day for no reason! That he LOVES ME and thinks only about me all the time! Okay, we met, The relationship began again! As a result of this whole story, she filed for divorce, although even during her marriage she was dating someone else, partying and drinking! Before she had time to file for divorce, she was already living with someone else! We’ve been dating for a year now! But still There is still no peace from her, especially when she drinks. She calls him, then calls him sunshine and bunny, and then curses him for life! In general, she only calls to quarrel!
I still can’t understand what he found in me, because my wife had everything, her own 3-room apartment, a car, she’s beautiful, she takes care of herself, she’s studying for a higher education, she sews skillfully, she dresses beautifully, she does her hair. , nails extended, went on vacation to different countries. And what do I have? Of course, I don’t have such beautiful outfits, I don’t have extended nails, I don’t have my own apartment, I don’t have a car, I haven’t been anywhere further than Minsk, but I don’t drink and I don’t smoke .Or is it really love that after so many separations, fate brought us together again?! And my conscience still torments me that he left the family, that the child may now be suffering and all because of me..

Deep night. Somewhere a quiet breeze runs through, dispersing the last dust on the damp asphalt. A little rain at night added freshness to this stuffy, tortured world. Added freshness to the hearts of lovers. They stood hugging each other in the light of a street lamp. She is so feminine and gentle, who said that at 16 years old a girl cannot be feminine enough?! Here age does not matter at all, only the one who is nearby, the closest, dearest and warmest person on earth is important. And he is most glad that she is finally in his arms. After all, it is true that they say that hugs, like nothing else, convey all the love of a person, no kisses, only the gentle touch of his hands. Each of them in this minute, the minute of hugs, experiences unearthly feelings. The girl feels safe knowing that she will always be protected. The guy shows care, feels responsible - an unforgettable feeling towards his beloved and only one.
Everything was like the finale of the most beautiful film about happy love. But let's start from the beginning.

When my husband and I were getting ready to get married, the issue of a gift was discussed with my relatives. In order not to waste money on a bunch of unnecessary tripe, we chipped in for an apartment. No, we did not demand millions from everyone. Dad sold the car, grandma gave away a plot of land near the city that had been idle for a long time, the rest chipped in with the amounts they could afford.

With the money raised, the parents purchased a two-room apartment, the keys to which were to be solemnly presented at the banquet. The future husband was glad that we would not have a headache about our own living space. Because before the wedding we lived with his grandmother for four years. My grandmother was very ill and had already become very close to dementia. I had to move more than once to either his or my parents, because she kicked us out. When the attacks of insanity subsided, and the old woman understood that it was difficult to live without our help, good food and medicine, she let us back. There was no money for rent. My parents were ready to let us live with them, but my husband’s grandmother needed supervision and care. She bequeathed the apartment to other relatives a long time ago, so we did not look after her for selfish reasons.

Two months before the wedding, my parents and I began visiting notaries and lawyers to properly re-register the wedding two-room apartment. In the end, it turned out to be easier to issue a deed of gift. When the husband found out, he created a big scandal. Firstly, he didn’t like that the apartment was registered in my name. Secondly, that this is done BEFORE the marriage and will not be considered jointly acquired property. And when he found out about the deed of gift, he said that he would cancel the wedding. Property acquired by gift is not subject to division. In fact, it was a very stressful situation. My husband never behaved like this, and I simply did not understand the reasons for his attacks.

He moved in with his parents and stopped communicating with me as a human being. In the end, I managed to persuade him to a neutral meeting in a cafe. We talked for a very long time, he said that I wanted to deceive him and leave him, that I would leave him with nothing, penniless. His relatives provided financial contributions in the amount of 10% of the cost of that apartment. In general, it turned out that everything is much more complicated. His parents had already cheated once. He and his sister were heirs to the house that my husband had helped build before he met me. All efforts and investments on his part and his sister’s were equal. On their parents' land, the children built and furnished a nice three-story house. And then the parents took it and registered everything in the name of my sister. After being deceived by his own father and mother, he did not want to believe me. Before that, we had an excellent relationship, we shared the last thing for years, but the housing issue was buried in his subcortex.

I still talked him out of breaking up. After all, I was going to marry him to live happily all my life. It doesn’t matter at all who the apartment is registered to, we are a family and we will live in it together. It was hard to convince him, but he gave in. As a result, the wedding took place. Right at the banquet, after an extra drink, the husband said that he was already planning to send out letters about the cancellation of the celebration, but did not have time. Then we talked a lot more about this situation. I really wanted to convey to him that I love him and am not going to leave him. And now we have a six-year-old daughter, for whom I transferred all the property. And my husband agreed with me.

Poets, writers, artists, in other words, absolutely all representatives of creative professions, due to their dissimilarity from others, gravitate towards tragedy. Maybe this is why all romantic stories for them end without a happy ending?

Lilya Brik and Vladimir Mayakovsky

A very real case: you brought a man into the house, and he went to your sister. This is exactly what happened to Elsa when she introduced the promising, handsome, original and at the same time increasingly popular poet Vladimir to her sister, Lilya Brik. Mayakovsky was fascinated by this woman, about whose unbridled sexuality there was a lot of talk among the capital's bohemia. That evening he read his new poem “A Cloud in Pants” to the guests, dedicating it to the hostess of the house: “To you, Lilya.” The gesture did not go unnoticed: Lilya became interested in young Mayakovsky, despite the fact that she had been married for three years.

Brik, her husband and Mayakovsky began to live together: Vladimir adored Lilia, was inspired by her image and dedicated new poems to her, and Osip, as befits a decent husband - no, he was not jealous - published the poet’s works in large quantities. One day Mayakovsky brought Lila a ring on which her initials were engraved: “L.Y.B.” – Liliya Yuryevna Brik. Placed around the entire perimeter, the letters formed the endless “L.Y.B.L.Y.B.L.Y.” The relationship lasted 15 years - until Mayakovsky committed suicide with a shot in the head in the spring of 1930. In his suicide note, he asked Lilya to love him and bequeathed all his creations to the Briks.

Anna Akhmatova and Nikolai Gumilyov

Nikolai Gumilev was in love with Anna Akhmatova so much and hopelessly that after her next refusal he even tried to commit suicide. And yet he managed to achieve reciprocity. However, from the very beginning, their marriage relationship developed with difficulty: both were already famous and recognized poets in the country and abroad, independent and proud. Gumilyov sought to discover new things, traveled around the world, studied Africa. Akhmatova was skeptical about her husband’s hobbies - as childish. Anna’s friend wrote about them: “Of course, they were too free and big people to become a pair of cooing “rock doves.” Their relationship was more of a secret martial arts.” They had one thing in common: the Soviet government hated both. In 1921, Gumilyov was accused of an anti-state conspiracy and shot. The son of Anna and Nikolai, Lev Gumilyov, had to pay for the love of freedom and independence of his parents: he spent more than ten years in prison on fictitious charges.

Marina Tsvetaeva and Sergei Efron

Tsvetaeva and Efron got married in 1912. By this time, the young poetess was already famous in creative circles, although she was very young - she was only 19 years old. Sergei Efron is one year younger than his wife, he is a high school student, writes stories, tries to publish magazines, and is also involved in underground activities; soon he will go abroad and there will be a participant in a political murder. While Efron fights revolutionary forces, Marina, in search of new poetic emotions, starts an affair with the poetess and translator Sofia Parnok. And two years later, returning to her husband and summing up this relationship, she will write: “To love only women (a woman) or only men (a man), obviously excluding the usual opposite - what a horror! But only women (for a man) or only men (for a woman), obviously excluding unusual native ones - what a bore!” Sergei Efron and Marina Tsvetaeva passed away one after another - like in a fairy tale about love, but without a happy ending. Tsvetaeva committed suicide due to poverty and loneliness. In the same 1941, Efron also passed away.

Alexander Blok and Lyubov Mendeleeva

The grandson of the rector of St. Petersburg University and the daughter of a famous chemist - they should have become an ideal couple. 17-year-old Sasha Blok, an aspiring poet and St. Petersburg womanizer, often visited the Mendeleevs’ dacha on a white horse, exciting the dreams of village girls about a prince on a white horse. Together with Lyubov they played in family performances: he was the brave Hamlet, she was the beautiful Ophelia with long curly hair. They got married, but were not happy in their marriage, as the romantic Lyuba dreamed of it. From Lyubov’s diaries we learn that Alexander, even after the wedding, did not dare to desecrate her holiness and purity with carnal relations. For the poet, his wife remained a Beautiful Lady, whom he admired, whom he idolized, but whom he did not dare to touch. The poet had many connections on the side. Over time, Lyubov also began to get involved with other men. They were best friends, but they couldn't be lovers. Blok died early, he was only 41 years old. Since then, Mendeleeva never married; until the end of her days she mourned for the poet.

Isadora Duncan and Sergei Yesenin

In the summer of 1921, the world famous American dancer Isadora Duncan flew to Moscow at the invitation of the Moscow government to teach choreography to Soviet children. Isadora was famous for her independent, reformist attitude towards art and was an active fighter for the emancipation of women in all spheres of life - from dance to everyday life. Duncan’s friend, journalist Ilya Shneider, recalls their first meeting with young Yesenin: “Suddenly I was almost knocked down by a man in a light gray suit. He rushed by, shouting, "Where's Duncan? Where's Duncan?" A little later we approached Isadora. She was reclining on the sofa. Yesenin was kneeling next to her, she was stroking his hair, chanting in Russian: “Za-la-taya ga-la-va...” So they “spoke” all evening in literally different languages ​​(Yesenin did not speak any of foreign languages, Duncan did not speak Russian), but seemed to understand each other quite well.”

She was almost 20 years older than him, their relationship lasted only two years, but everyone around knew that Duncan and Yesenin adore each other. But Isadora was angry that the poet was wasting his talent in drunken brawls. But he never managed to convey to her his melancholy and pain from disappointment in life. Soon, 30-year-old Yesenin, after treatment in a psychoneurological hospital, committed suicide; a few months later, Isadora died tragically, suffocating herself with a scarf that accidentally hit the wheel axle of her car before a walk.

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