On the display of the mobile phone, the message was displayed: “I found the apartment with windows in the garden. We will live secretly from everyone as a master of Margarita. I love». joys I almost screamed “cheers” for the entire accounting department. Ahead was an infinitely long working day in anticipation of a meeting with Max.
How hard it is and at the same time great with impatience and joy to wait for a date, from the foreboding of a meeting with your beloved. The arrow of tea crawled slowly, as if reluctantly, and the feeling arose that today’s working day would never end, at first I tried to take myself with business in order to pass the time, but as soon as I opened the folders with documents, my gaze blurred. And he appeared before me — my dear Maxim.
On the wings I fly to my beloved
Something, but he can’t occupy romance, not like Zhenya, whose laconic SMS-ksi made a longing: “where”, “when”, “what time” and as a variety “what to buy for dinner?». At the thought of her husband, the mood went bad: it is disgusting to lie, dodge, invent an alibi in the form of business trips and night gatherings at the friends. Zhenya naively believed and carefully helped put things in a suitcase, sympathetically listening to the story about a sick employee, instead of which I have to go to Yaroslavl.
— If you love another, say right away. I will understand everything and promise: no scenes of jealousy, ”he said once, when I had no betrayal in my thoughts.
But I wanted jealousy, passions, confessions, romance — anything, just not Zhenya rationalism. Yes, he was attentive and reliable.
— You are behind him as behind a stone wall, — friends envied. “Yeah, it’s just as gloomy, gray and boring,” I thought a year after the “happy” marriage.
Having seen a broad -shouldered figure from afar, I, as always, experienced a surge of delight. This tall and stylish man with a bouquet of roses is my. «Man-holiday» I called Max to myself. Each meeting with him was enchanting, unique: then we drank champagne and looked at the stars from the roof of eleven floors, then we rode a ship, and once even flew on a balloon! And what messages he wrote to me … Such lines are the very place on the stamp paper, and not on the mobile phone display.
— Hello! — My beautiful, smiling and well -groomed Max seemed to come off the cover of the magazine: a fashionable jacket, stacked hair, a thin aroma of toilet water. These are called met-
Rosexuals, but I do not see anything bad that the man is watching himself — I like dirty shoes much less.
— I missed so much, strong. Maxim, will we really live together? Finally, ”I breathed.
— It remains to gather with the spirit and inform your precious husband, since he does not see what is happening under his nose, — and Max frowned dismissively.
— I ask, don’t talk about him like that … If you knew how many times I was going with my heart and for some time I put it off in the afternoon.
At such moments, I felt guilty both in front of Maxim and before my husband. Indeed, why still has not said Zhenya? Fear of change? Unwillingness to hurt? Yes, but a strange feeling mixed up with this: the inner voice seemed to tell me not to take this last step. Although stupidity is all these forebodings!
— Maxim, I love you. Honestly, today I will definitely tell him everything! — And I pressed to the shoulder of my beloved.
— Well, if “honestly” … look, now 19.30. Exactly three hours later I will call you, and so that by this time you no longer call me Marina. I don’t want to share you with anyone! — Max hugged me, and we slowly went along the square.
Plans collapse overnight
“Zhen, you, of course, are very good, but …” No, it’s better right in the forehead: “I’m sorry, I’m leaving,” I tried to choose the right wording along the way and still had no idea how I would say all this Zhenya. “No, now or never!» — I ordered myself and turned the key in the door.
The apartment, to my surprise, turned out to be empty, there was a strange, oppressive silence. Usually in this
Zhenya’s time was already returning home, warmed up dinner by my arrival. Probably lingered at work. Well, only I decided! After half an hour I could not stand it, I dialed the number of his mobile. “The subscriber is temporarily unavailable,” the answering machine mocked the voice. Time passed, the phone was silent, stupid thoughts about bad roads and that Zhenkin car had long required repairs. When a call came, my heart was shook.
— Hello, dear. Well, your faithful is already in the know? — Max’s joyful voice was heard, and for the first time in my life I was not happy with his call.
— For some reason he is still not at home. I will call back when everything is decided, ”I answered with a tongue twister and disconnected.
The phone rang again, anxiously and persistently. I grabbed the phone. What I heard seemed terrible, unfair, absurd: Zhenya got into an accident and is now in the intensive care unit.
— The condition is extremely serious, ”the nurse said indifferently,“ Write down the address of the hospital … and take replaceable shoes.
With trembling hands, I dialed a taxi number and became
put in a package of things. I wanted what happened to be a nightmare.
