Alien life Caucasian love stories. Real love story

This story is about not a normal couple.... All jokes aside!!! So let's start with)))

I will write in the first person)) My name is Asil, I am 17 years old, the nation is not so important). There are 5 of us in the family.. Father is Alik, mother is Zulfiya, and two older brothers... Islam and Rasul... I will describe myself first)))

Me: hair below the shoulders, straight by nature)) black eyes, a neat nose and plump lips, by the way I'm 17 years old)

Islam: the oldest brother, very strict we couldn’t even sit in the same room with him .. He had slightly dark chocolate, black eyes, and plump lips))

Rasul: my chike, my most beloved brother... We were very much alike, and loved each other more than anyone))) He also had chocolate hair, but his lips, they were plumper than ours with Islam... Rasul was taller than Islam... Rasul was 18 years old... He studied to be a doctor, he dreamed from childhood... But what about me? I had a rest, it was the month of June... The brothers haven't returned yet, they had a session, which I'm very glad about... I passed all the exams, and rested for everyone's sake) No, but what? I deserved... I also had a best friend... Her name was Jack, for me Jackiechan... She was my sister, friend, and many others, love her...

Jack: long hair, almost black in color, brown eyes and normal lips ... Our figure was out of place ... But we wore scarves, and long things ... We were friends with her from the age of 6)))) ... And they wanted to enter the Medical Academy together .... Our families were very wealthy ... Therefore, they did not refuse me anything ...

Jackie had an older brother, Aslan...

So the story began in the park... One fine summer day...

Morning: Jack calls me and says

D- Assalamu Alaikum

I am Wa Aleikum...

Did I wake you up?

I- no, I got up a long time ago ...

D-can I ask you something?

I- of course come on)

D- would you go with me to buy clothes at the mall today?

I- I would love to, dad won’t allow it, after all (

Can you persuade him?

I- let's see))

Of course she woke me up! I had to get up. Since dad is at work, and mom is in her room, I could freely go out in Spongebob pajamas))). I went out, went downstairs, and, as always, took tangerines and went up to my place)

Soon I called my dad and asked him to let Jack and me go shopping.

I- dad can I go to the mall with Jack?

P- you can’t daughter ...

I'm dad, please

P-I can't let you go alone with Jack!

I- her brother will take us and take us (((well, daddy, can I?

P-well, only be at home by 4 o'clock in the afternoon!

I- thank you dad, okay)...

I called Jack

I'm Jackaaa, I'm sorry

What did you do again??

I am your brother where?

Y-yes, like downstairs with a friend, but what happened?

I- he will take us to the mall?

D-nooo, can't wait

I- persuade him, huh?

D- everything for you Janim) (soul)

I put on a long dress, golden in color and white ballet flats ... Hair in a muzzle and a scarf). When I was tying my scarf, my mother came into my room)

M- what are you doing?

I'm mom, dad let me go with Jack to the shopping center can I go?)

M- times dad let of course! Is there money?

I- yes there is, thanks ma)

BEAUTIFUL STORY BUT SAD....
She was 14 when she was married. her name was Zarema, a stunningly beautiful girl, originally from Chechnya, her mother was Ossetian and her father was Chechen .. her father was killed during the war .. and her mother raised her and her older sister Madina.
the girls were extremely beautiful ... but not at all similar to each other ... Madina had short and blond hair (like her father) Sea-green eyes and thin lips .. but all the facial features harmonized the girl looked like a doll .. Zarema, she was loved from childhood, from childhood she was distinguished by her character, a decisive, quick smart girl with coal-black eyes, black hair, chiseled eyebrows .. slightly dark skin, full lips and a straight, neat nose, her slender figure and graces could only envy... Zarema was a copy of her mother... and inherited her father's character... resolute, free, invincible...
her boyfriend stole her, at 14 .. life seemed to collapse, she dreamed of a different future, they lived in Moscow, Madina got married a long time ago, she had children, everyone was glad that Zarema was getting married .. except for herself, her husband was so and could not fall in love ... but resigned to her fate, and lived with him ... her everyday life was spent alone, her husband was constantly walking, not hiding it ... and she was for him only a label that he boasted to his friends ... from that she began to go to the mosque ... the only place where he let her go ... there she met him .. Anzor, Tall, slender, free ... so simple ... and beautiful ... they collided at the entrance .. frightened by the feeling that jumped in her heart, she ran away ... all night she drove his image away from herself ... her husband (Ahmed) came at 4 o'clock, woke her up, and demanded dinner .. laughing loudly and teasing Zarema ... she got used to it.. silently cooked and left the kitchen...
so she suffered for three years ... for three years she went to the mosque and secretly looked at him with fear that he would suspect something ...
one fine day Ahmed came and said that he was tired of her, that he loves another .. and that they were getting divorced ... like a blow to the jaw, to death ... packed his things and he left ... it became empty .. did not know what to do to scream with happiness ... or cry ... nobody needs her now ... her life is ruined .. she went to the mosque .. she prayed, and involuntarily burst into tears as she came out .. she sat on a bench, crossed her legs and sobbed softly .. what will happen to her... she was in no hurry to go home... Akhmed didn't wait... in principle, as always... someone sat down next to her and asked... who offended you?!... I didn't feel like talking ... turned around and .... saw him ... he smiled so kindly ... asked again .. who offended you sister?! ... she wanted to tell .. but instead she strictly said "go away" .. .and only then I realized that now everything is lost .. blazing with anger at myself .. and love for him ... went home ...
Anzor was from a wealthy family, he was given everything on demand .. but he did not grow up as a spoiled simple guy, because while his parents worked, he was raised by his grandfather, his grandfather was a very religious and correct person who put all his knowledge into his grandson, and he had something to be proud of. .. Anzor is the only son ... he grew up to the joy of his parents, to the pride of his grandfather) ...
She no longer came to this mosque, afraid to meet him, lived alone .. worked, studied and became a completely independent girl, several times Akhmed came to Zarema and tried to return everything back, but she turned away .. she did not love him, and was independent a girl .. and besides, she still loved Anzor ... not knowing his name of origin .. but only that image ... (from the author. Probably beauty in our life decides a lot but not everything, nobility, a warm look, kindness in the eyes, modesty, obedience to the Almighty, this is a lot of pledge)
she was 23, she went to that same mosque hoping to see him again, a lot of time passed, but she never saw him ... probably he doesn’t go here anymore, Zarema thought, she felt a little sad and sank in her heart, she came home, went to bed, and decided to go home to visit relatives from the Father's side, her sister, who moved to Chechnya and lived there
Madina lived in Grozny in the heart of Chechnya...
a lot has changed since Zarema left her homeland, everything is so beautiful, her soul rejoiced and sang ... she was calm, she just got to the time when her brother got married, a celebration was to take place in a week, everyone was diligently preparing for him! the preparation was going on rapidly, and then the day came, everyone was celebrating the wedding violently, when all the elders were sitting, the youth gathered in a circle and danced the lezginka, Zarema, although she grew up in Moscow, danced chic, but never showed her talent, then, to the noise of the lovzar, came out he is Anzor... her heart almost stopped.. "what is he doing here? how is it? is it really him?" pounded in her head, her feverish thoughts overflowed with happiness, he went into the circle and pointed to her ... out of surprise, she did not want to go out at first, but he insisted ... then she went out ... a wave of her hand ... a slender figure, proudly raised head, she was afraid to look into his eyes so as not to show him her sympathy, but at the end of the dance, one sharp look directly into Anzor's eyes, as if time had stopped ... and everything around ... after that she clapped away somewhere behind the crowd .. and ran out into the street out of excitement, she couldn't speak... everything inside was trembling...
he recognized her, even then her image of an innocent crying girl ran into his memory, he ran after her ... but when she heard that someone was coming, she ran away from the porch, behind the house ... hearing his voice, her legs went numb ... he was a little standing up without seeing her in the vicinity, I decided then for myself .. by all means, steal this paradise flower ...
a week passed after the wedding, she could not ask her brother who that guy was .. she was embarrassed .. one day she went to the store, she walked in a light dress, in a white scarf, so sunny in summer and so light in summer ... like a butterfly soared from some kind of happiness, the road was sharply blocked by an Audi 6, he was driving ...
opened the window, turned his head and seriously looked into her eyes ... "Sit down" came from his lips, and it was as if the silence was broken...
Zarema, slightly in a stupor, could not understand what was happening ...
- Sit down (again he repeated sharply and quickly)
- but... where.. and why.. and..
- Either you sit down yourself or I will plant myself ?! it will be useless to break out ... I will never let you go anywhere again!
Zarema sat back and waited for him to say something ... but there was complete silence in the cabin, he started off and they drove for a long time listening to music ... he brought her to a strange house (it was Anzor's house)
went out, took her in his arms and carried her into the house ... out of shame and fear, she buried herself in his shoulder, brought her into the house, put her on a huge bed, and only then spoke:
- I've known you for several years, back in Moscow I saw you .. but you drove me away, Why ?! then I left, my mother died .. and I lived here for a long time to look after the house and help my father, I lost hope that I would see you and here you are, and I will never give you to anyone, be quiet ... I know rudely brazenly, insanely, but I see my happiness in you! I will give you everything I will throw everything you want at your feet, ask for everything you want, I will make the impossible possible .. fell silent ... took a breath, knelt down in front of her, took his hand and put on the ring ...
- I was married to Anzor ... I cried, I told him everything ...
a long silence... she took off the ring, put it in his hand, got up and went to the exit... turned around, walked over, hugged her so tightly and with such love.. as she always dreamed, and whispered in her ear "don't ruin your life"... Anzor sat with his head bowed... he took her hand tightly, raised his eyes and whispered..." from this day on you have a different life, I am your destiny, and you are mine! what happened before, it used to... hurts. I remember everything, but I won’t let you go anywhere else ... "he again put on the ring and pressed it to himself ...
now their son is 7 years old, and their daughter is 5 years old, Zarema died in childbirth ... when she gave birth to Malika (youngest daughter), her heart could not stand it ... Anzor took the children to France, and only children are joy in his life ... after all his life went with her... his destiny went with her...
Take care of your loved ones, love with all your heart, appreciate every moment and never lower your head...

I have always been a very obedient daughter, but in our family it was impossible to do otherwise. I had everything I needed and even a little more, but at the same time I knew that my parents, not me, would determine my fate and choose my husband. The only thing I did not expect was that I would become a bride so early.

Our love story began with the fact that my future husband, as most often happens in Dagestan, saw me at the wedding of relatives. I was only fifteen then, I did not even think about marriage. At that time, I was going to university.

Since Magomed is a man of action, he immediately approached my mother at the wedding and said that he liked me. Mom replied with a smile that I was his second cousin. This confused Magomed a little. For a long time he did not dare to take further action. But time passed, and his desire to make me his wife did not pass.

Soon relatives began to approach my parents. But at that time I was still very young, and my parents politely but refused the matchmakers. So a year has passed.

unexpected event

All this time I was completely unaware that my fate was being actively decided. Having finished school early, I entered DSU, but at the same time I was doing what I really liked. I drew.

It was what I wanted to do in my life. Secretly, I cherished the dream that someday I could seriously take up, for example, modeling clothes.

Drawing, I completely immersed myself in some special world of color and paint, and everything seemed so right, natural and beautiful.

Two years later, Magomed did not stop trying to capture me. Parents, seeing his perseverance, determination, knowing how good he is, from a good family close to us, finally gave their consent.

When I found out at the age of seventeen that they were going to marry me, I confess that I was very upset. It seemed to me that it was still very early, that I was not ready. She is not ready not only to create a family, but also to quit what she has been doing so enthusiastically all these years.

Very soon I found out who I was marrying. I remember, even before the matchmaking, early in the morning on my birthday, they brought me a huge bouquet of beautiful flowers. It then touched and delighted me very much, allowed me to hope that perhaps everything is not as sad as I suppose.

I became the official bride of Magomed, but I already knew him in absentia, and here I tried to see, looking at him, what the future had in store for me.

Magomed turned out to be an attractive smiling young man, the matchmaking was very beautiful, there were many gifts and I was surrounded by friendly smiling faces of my relatives.

The main thing that I noted in my future husband was his warm, kind look, and this calmed me down a bit. Of course, we did not fully communicate with him before the wedding, but at the same time we sometimes corresponded, he wished me good morning, or good night.

getting to know you

Even without a reason, he gave expensive gifts and flowers. Naturally, I wanted to know more about him, because it's still scary to marry a stranger. And according to the stories of sisters and acquaintances, it seemed to me that he was a kind and generous person. I myself often noticed this, I was pleased with his attentiveness to me, even care.

All this gradually calmed me and humbled me with the fact that I would have to give up a lot when I moved with him to another, completely alien city.

I often felt sad thinking that I would have to leave my relatives, my brothers, sisters and, above all, my parents. Everything that surrounded me and what I loved so much. But each time Magomed somehow managed to calm me down and inspire at least a little confidence in the future even at a distance.

In May 2015, we had a very magnificent and very beautiful wedding. It was a huge number of people, many I did not even know. Everything was fun and for a long time was deposited in my memory as a bright unforgettable holiday.

After the wedding, over time, I realized that I was not mistaken in my husband, and I still think that only then Love truly came to us. And it was after the wedding that our Love Story became real. Magomed really turned out to be a very kind, understanding and caring person. Even now he gives me gifts and small surprises to please me. And today, when I am waiting for our baby, I understand how grateful I am that it was he who became my husband. And I am sure that we will always make each other happy.

Photographers: Shamil Gadzhidadaev, Ruslan Lepatrov

Design: Wedding agency "Wedding Day"

A love story that really happened in life in Ingushetia, about the unhappy and strong love of two young people....

Ingushetia: There was a girl Elina, everyone called her Elya. . .girl, modest, neat, her parents and friends all loved her, her voice enchanted everyone, such a refined, delicate hair, like Angel's, she was often invited to conferences, the audience listened carefully, her every word, she was 17 years old, studied at 1 course, after the couple went straight home, did not like partying and all that. . .she had her best friend Lizka, and then one sunny day Lizka ran to Elya and said: "Elka, Elka, I got the number of such a handsome guy, let's call him, only you will speak ... Elya:" You are with Lizka I've lost my mind, no, I won't call, what are you doing, but suddenly he finds out, it's a shame. . Lisa: "please Elya, you have such a voice, he will immediately fall in love with you, please, please, please. . . . Elya:" well, but only once, and from a hidden one. . .Lisa (hugs, kisses) and now the beeps went. . . Hello? Yes. . . Elya: "I was given your number, I would like to meet you" He: "Well, since they gave me, let's get to know each other, my name is Mustafa, what about you? Elya: my name is Diana. . . . . . . . (she lied all about of his life) ... and now their conversation lasts more than 3 hours Mustafa: "Diana, why are you calling from a hidden one? After all, your number was determined by me anyway, Elya, in shock, began to say goodbye to him, saying that she had made a mistake with the number, asked not to call this number again, and hung up: "Lizka, I said no need! What will happen if He will find out who I am? It's terrible! I'm gone! Lizka went home. . . . Suddenly the phone rang. . . , we have the wrong number, or you stop writing here, or I will be forced to throw out the SIM card. . . . Mustafa: "No, no!!! Wait, please, give me Diana's number, I really need it, please give it! Lizka: "Sorry, it's impossible!!! She won't talk to you! Mustafa: “Please, I beg you! I need her number, or take her a SIM card!. . . . . . . . Eli's house. . . . . .Elya spent the whole night thinking about him, what a beautiful voice he has, how he communicates, how sweet he is. . . . That night he thought about her, What a beautiful voice she had, quiet and calm. . . The next day, Lizka ran up to her: Elya, Elechka, he wants to talk to you, he needs it, you should have heard how he asked me. . . . . Elya: “Lizka, are you crazy? I can’t, I can’t! (But in her soul she so wanted to hear his voice again) Elya, well, for my sake! . . . . . . . Okay, okay, let's go. . . . . Lisa ran home. . . A little later, Elya dialed to him: Hello. . . . Mustafa? Hello. . . It's you? (of course, a stupid question, but it was necessary to start a conversation). Hello, yes Diana, it's me. . How are you. . . . . . . . . . . . . They talked all night. . . We said goodbye only in the morning. . . . It's time to go to class. . . . . At the University, Lizka showed her Mustafa, he was a 5th year student, so handsome, tall, with dark hair and brown eyes, it seems like a guy like him will never look at someone like her. . . . . She got upset. She thought about him all day. . . . Evening, they talk. . .everything goes so easily, as if they have known each other for ages. . . It's been 2 months since they met, they haven't seen each other, but oddly enough, he didn't ask for meetings, he was pleased to hear her voice
He did not ask for meetings, and it was to her advantage; she did not want him to see her. . . But one day he said: "Diana, I can't do this anymore, let's see you, I want to look into your eyes, I want to admire you, your voice will captivate me, please don't refuse me. Elya: "No Mustafa, please don't ask me about it, it's not enough for you that we communicate on the phone, I can not agree. . "But alas, Mustafa's perseverance knew no bounds, he achieved his goal ... she answered Yes! ... Lizka came to Ela. She told her about what had happened, and asked her to go to a meeting instead of her, supposedly she was Diana. . .DIANA: "How can you? After all, he hopes to see you, not me, he will know, he will feel! Elya: "No Lizka, he won't know anything! Please... Lizka didn't agree, all of a sudden, something was wrong with Elya... she grabbed her head, fell to the floor, everything swam before her eyes... she didn't heard Lisa's screams... there was no one at home, but now she began to come to her senses, and asked the crying Lisa to calm down... She already agreed to everything, if only Elya wouldn't scare her like that anymore... And then the one came the day they were supposed to meet Mustafa. . . .
The day of their meeting has arrived. . . He was waiting for her at the university under a tree. . . . . . .here he sees that someone is heading towards him. . .on looked at her askance. . . . Lizka: "hello Mustafa." . Mustafa: Hello. . They didn’t talk for so many minutes, and he asked: “Why does Diana think that I’m so stupid? Why does she think that I don’t recognize her voice, tell me why? Lizka:“ I told her that it wouldn’t work, she insisted, excuse me, I could not refuse her (she could hardly hold back her tears). . . I am sorry again. . .turned and ran away. . . At Eli's house: Lizka: "Did I tell you that it wouldn't work, did I tell you? You put me in such an uncomfortable situation that he is thinking about me right now, (crying) . . Elya:" please calm down, I'm not I knew this would happen, please calm down. . . Lizka calmed down and went home. . . . . Night: A call from Mustafa. . . .she is afraid to pick up the phone, afraid to hear how he will scold her. . . But she raised it nonetheless. . . . Hello, Diana. . .what did I do to you? Why did you treat me like that, did I distrust you? Was it like that? Elya: "I'm sorry, Mustafa, I'm just afraid that you won't like me, I know that I'm not one of those guys who run after me. . . I'm afraid. . . . . Mustafa:" Diana, how can you not understand I like absolutely everything about you! You are exactly the girl that I dreamed about so much, and it seems to me that it is you who are destined for me by fate! I am drawn to you Diana, how can you not understand this, please let's see each other, only this time You come!!! Do not send anyone, I still recognize your voice from a thousand, you can’t confuse it with a count, it looks like the singing of birds, the voice of an angel! After such words, she could not refuse him. . . She agreed, tomorrow at 5 o’clock their meeting will take place near Univer
All night Mustafa thought about what she was like, all night Elya was afraid to disappoint him. . . . But now the morning has come. . . . For some reason, the headaches started again, but again they disappeared. . . And now it's 5 o'clock. . . The couples are over, they should see each other. . . He waited where the meeting was indicated. . . She noticed him from afar. . . . He stood leaning against a tree, looking thoughtful. . . . . She appeared so quickly, he was dumbfounded. . . . . . He was exactly how he imagined her, a slender, beautiful girl. . . . With an angelic voice, he finally saw her, how much he wanted to hug her (but this could not be done, he would never touch this girl, would not dare to offend her with this) she did not raise her eyes, she just said: "here I am, Mustafa . . . . "These words spoken brought him to his senses, this time he knew for sure that his Diana was standing in front of him. . . . . But then she said: "I'm sorry Mustafa, all this time I lied to you, my name is Elina (ELYA), I lied to you all this time ... He thought again and said:" it doesn't matter anymore, I saw you, I I won't let you go again!
their relationship began to move to the next level. . . At the university they already knew that they were together, everyone was happy, there was white envy, there was black envy (everything is as it happens with people) on one wonderful wonderful day. . . At the meeting, Mustafa said to Elya: "Elechka, you know how I feel about you, you know that I love you, you know that I have no one but you ... I'm already graduating from the university, I'll find a job ... after. . . And after. . . . I would like to marry you! Elya Byta is shocked by these words, she wished it with all her heart! But something told her that it was too early. . . . just turned 18. I'm just learning. . .understand me." Mustafa: "I'm not rushing you, darling, everything will be when you want, we'll wait, I'll send the old people to you (the elders of the family, of the whole family), I'm afraid that you will be given away for another, or they will marry you. . . Understand. . . . . .she agreed. . . All this time, Elya did not tell her mother about him, although she did not hide anything from her mother. And that evening she told her about his intentions. . . . Mom: "Daughter, are you crazy? What about studying? Have you thought about it?" Elya: "Mommy, he just wants to take the floor, and nothing else." Mom: "well, daughter, tell me his last name, maybe I know them?". . . . . After she said his last name, my mother dropped the plate, started yelling, screaming so that from now on this name and surname would no longer sound in their house! So that she forgets him, and does not dare to communicate with him, otherwise she will take her phone away from her, and a ban at home!
.... mom, mom, mom wait (crying) explain to me what is the reason, explain to me, I beg you! Mom, I can't live without him! Mom please! Mom: "our family has been at enmity for many years, so daughter, or you do as I say. . . . . Or I will tell everything to your FATHER! This will not end well. . . began to cry in the room ... Meanwhile, there was no less scandal in Mustafa's house ... having found out which girl their only son was talking about, on whom they pinned their hopes, in whom they saw the continuation of their kind ... And who upset them so much this. Father: "You will never marry this girl! NEVER!!! The foot of the enemy will not enter our house, you understand me !!! Mustafa kept his head down. . . . went to his room. . . . He called Ela: Hello, (heard her tears) beloved. . .
... my beloved, don't cry, I ask you not to cry, I'll do everything so that we can be together, I won't give you to anyone, you hear me to anyone! We will be together, do you believe me? Answer? Believe it or not, all he heard in response was her cry. . . .but then again the very thing that she was most afraid of (dizziness) happened and again everything swam before her eyes, again she did not realize anything, dropping the phone, she grabbed her head, the room narrowed in her eyes, there was nothing to breathe, that's it my end, she thought, mentally saying goodbye to everyone, saying goodbye to her parents, to her beloved, to her beloved girlfriend. . .but thank God, she began to recover, somehow she got to her feet, remembering that she had spoken on the phone, found the phone, and heard screams. . . . "I'm here, here." . She answered in a whisper. . . : "Never scare me like that in my life! Got it?! I almost rushed to you!
Mustafa, why should we be responsible for the mistake of the past, why should we be responsible for THEIR hostility, why should everything come down to us. Mustafa: “My good El, don’t cry, we’ll still be together, I promised you!” She put the phone on and went to sleep, (although both couldn’t sleep that day) lay and looked at the ceiling for hours.: “Today I I’ll see him," Elka said to her friend, I’ll see! They left the house as usual, not showing any kind of joy, Elka walked near her mother with her head bowed ... A conversation started between her and Lizka, but then again these pains, Lizka had observed them before ... Elka fell to her knees, and began to beat the asphalt and scream, she was in pain, her head seemed to be torn into two parts, or even three ... Lizka lifted her up, took her to the bench, began to bring her to her senses, she was in a panic from what she saw , she had never seen such severe headaches ...: “Tomorrow we are going to the doctor!” Lizka said, and don’t you dare deny it! Elka: “Lizka, please don’t, you know how much I don’t like these doctors. Lizka: "I don't want to hear anything, I've said everything, tomorrow I'll ask your parents for you." . .
The whole day they did not see each other and did not hear each other. Meanwhile, horror was happening in Mustafa's house, a scandal ... no matter how he asked, no matter how he begged, but he could not melt the icy heart of his father, he brushed aside everything, shouted, spoke about the honor of the family ... Mustafa was left alone again alone with him (in the room) ... then his mother came in: "son, I see your suffering, I see how much you love this girl, but I also see and know that your father will never agree to this marriage (strokes his hands, face) Mustafa: "Mom, I'm sorry, forgive me if I didn't live up to your expectations, I'm sorry if I didn't turn out the way you would like to see me, but understand mom that I need Elina like air like water, I can’t imagine my life without it .... (tears filled his eyes) .... The mother’s heart trembled when she saw these eyes, because never before had tears been seen in these eyes ... from this mother in her soul it got even worse .... she left the room so as not to burst into tears in front of him .... Call: "Hello Elka, how are you? Sorry, I could not come today, I had business." Elka: "Nothing Mustafa, everything is the same at home, everything is forbidden" ... Mustafa: "Don't lose hope, darling, we'll be together!".. Morning of the next day: "Elka, get up soon, I asked your parents for help, let's go to doctor quickly ".. (With great difficulty getting out of bed, she got dressed and they ran home, not even having time to have breakfast ... Here they are in the hospital ... they said to come in the evening for answers ..
..evening came....they went for tests...both entered the doctor's office... Doctor: "Have you been suffering from headaches for a long time?" Elka: "Well, not so long ago"... (Lizka intervenes) "a long time ago a doctor".... Then the doctor lowers his head: "why didn't you come earlier? Why didn't you contact us earlier?" Elka: "Something wrong doctor?" Doctor: "You have a brain tumor, already quite developed, the chances of curing it in such a period is 1 in 1000. You need an operation urgently." . . These words sounded like a knife in the heart of both girls, they could not believe their ears. . . In shock from what she heard, Elka went out into the corridor, Lizka remained there. Doctor: "She has a few months left, and I'm afraid there's nothing to help." Tears welled up from Lisa's eyes: "how is the doctor? How? How could this happen, you're lying, it's not, my Elka can't die!!!
you are all lying! Doctor: "Unfortunately, you yourself observed her pain, you were a witness to her attacks." she could no longer speak, she left the office, Elya was sitting on the bench .... (crying): "Lizka, how much do I have left? How long will I live?" but she didn’t answer like that ... she just cried .... they came home .... Elka hands her mother papers (tests) Mom: "what is this?" .. Elka: "look, these are my tests
After reading this, my mother almost fainted, began to cry, scream: "my daughter, why did this happen to you, these tests are fake, I don't believe them!" Elka: "Mom, they are true, I have a few months left to live." . .mom: "no, no... I won't believe it, I'll tell my father"... By morning the house was already full of people... it seemed that she had already died.... Inviting her mother to her into the room, she began to beg in tears to let her meet with him (they had not seen each other for a month after receiving the tests)
Mom with great difficulty let go of her daughter ..... And so they met ..... Mustafa was in seventh heaven with happiness that he saw her again. Mustafa: "Elka, we will leave with you, you hear, we will not tell anyone and we will leave, we will live alone, and when they calm down we will return" ... Elya interrupted him ...: "no Mustafa, stop (holds out tests)" ... he looked at them for a long time, not understanding what it was ....: "what is it? What kind of tests." . . . Elka: "I'm dying Mustafa, I have a brain tumor, I have just a little bit left to live" ... These words sounded like a blow to the heart, the earth was leaving under his feet .... She stood and cried. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he hugged her. (He had never done this before) Elka: "Let go, let go, they can see us" ... but then I succeeded. Mustafa: "No, I won't let you go! I'll marry you anyway!
Elka was still crying: “No Mustafa, don’t ruin your life, before you get married, you will become a widower” ... but he did not listen to her, he turned and left ... Mustafa's house .... The house was full of guests. Ignoring them, Mustafa fell at his father's feet and began to beg him to send the old people to Elina's house, kiss his feet, he cried like a child! The father got angry and threw his son away...: “Are you out of your mind? How can you be so humiliated because of a girl? You are not disgusted by yourself, you are destroying lovers, for the sake of your enmity, for the sake of your principles .... (Everyone lowered their heads) .....
..... Poor children fell in love with each other, fell in love with sincere love, and you, what are you doing? You are destroying them! ...... after long disputes and conversations, the old people gave in ..... Morning came: a knock on the gate: the gate was opened by Elina's father ..... Old people: "we came to ask your daughter" .. Father in anger: "Yes, how dare you come here, who told you that I will give my daughter to your family, we will never be related to people like you!" Angry Old Men: "We stepped over our pride! We came to ask for your daughter, and you. . What did you fool! You broke your daughter's heart! You broke a guy's heart!" With these words they left the yard...
.. Hearing her father's answer, Elka lost all hope, for several months tears dripped down her face, but that day killed her and him completely. They didn't know what to do, how to be. . . . . A few days later, a lot of people gathered in Elina's house, all were in black. . . . ELINA DISAPPEARED! SHE DIED! Hearing about the incident, the old people ran to their house. . . . Mustafa was with them, he doesn’t have a syntash (tombstone): “please accept at least this from us, at least I want to help her with something” .... Father: “we don’t need anything from you, get out of our at home!
The shocked old people and Mustafa himself left .... Having reached the house, the old people opened the door: O ALLAH, what do they see. The stone crumbled, it really turned into small pebbles! (True) Mustafa was called to look at it, but he was not up to it, he went to his room, picked up the phone and began to look at Eli's photos. . . . . Meanwhile, the old men called the mullah. . .more precisely several. They explained this phenomenon ... they said that the stone here represents the heart of your son, like his heart this stone was broken into small pieces, your son's heart is broken forever, we have not yet seen such a great power of love that the stone was crushed by this force. . . With these words they left...
... that day Mustafa did not leave the room, all day all night long he looked at her photograph. . . He tightly gripped the phone, remembered her image, but her voice, all of her .... There were no more tears left, they had dried up .... In the morning, the mother knocked on her son's room, but he did not open, she entered, talk, but when she touched him, a chill went through the same body, he was cold as a corpse..........

"How many people have so many opinions" Bahh Tee
Caucasians, Russians, Americans, Italians... There are a lot of different nations in our world... But it's already clear from the title and preface which nations I'm going to talk about. I myself am a purely Russian girl, ordinary, like everyone else, with my own principles, troubles and cockroaches in my head. Literally a year ago, I found out what kind of people these Caucasians are. At one word "Caucasians" some people feel anger, horror, negativity. Some have the opposite. Others don't even know who they are. If you are interested in my opinion, I believe that in all nations there are bad and good ... Yes, yes, yes, now I may be condemned by many who read this ... But I will remain with my opinion, no, I don’t I don’t defend, I am a patriot of my nation ... But how many people have so many opinions ...
And so my story is this, it happened a year ago in April, in my opinion, on the 25th, I was 14 years old at that time, my birthday was in the summer and that summer it was supposed to hit 15, languishing from idleness, I sat in ICQ, while listening to music , playing with a cat, well, as it usually happens when there is nothing to do and then He is added to me ... I immediately showed interest ... As I remember now:
-Hello, we are already met? I immediately wrote
- Hey, let's get to know each other.
- I'm Ira, and you? :)
-I'm Mammad
After that, there was a big pause, since then I first heard such a name ... For me it was so strange
-What's your full name? I answered
-Magomed, you can call Maga
To be honest, the “Magician” option suited me more then, although I still tried not to call him by his name for some time of our communication ... And when I still had to, I quickly flipped through the message history, found his name, copied and wrote .. Sounds funny... But at that moment I was afraid to offend him, imagine if your name is distorted in an incomprehensible way... We talked for days on end, even now I don’t remember what. As I already said, I was 14 years old and, like now, many girls who already at 13 or even 12 begin to paint, then I didn’t know what cosmetics were and even how to use mascara ... Many will now laugh at me, but I really, then it was not of interest ... He was from my city, more precisely from a small village 25-30 km from the city, it turned out that many very Caucasian families live there. Two days after we met, that is, on April 27, he had a birthday, but he didn’t lick out of ICQ on his birthday ... We agreed to meet on May 9 ... And then the long-awaited day came ... All day I was on pins and needles , especially since the meeting was scheduled for 5 or, in my opinion, 6 o’clock, I don’t remember exactly ... I came to the meeting place, as there was a parade in the morning and in the evening I took part in some formation, so I was dressed strictly white top, black bottom. I look, one guy of Caucasian nationality came up, so coolly dressed, such a hairstyle, all of himself, for some reason I immediately decided that it was him ... But a minute later, 5 more people approached him .... Ahhh, I was ready to run away somewhere... But my escape failed because someone's unfamiliar voice called me
-Ira!
I am silent
-Ira!
I turned around... Yes, they were calling me
-Ira is that you? some guy said
-Yes it's me
- Well, let's get acquainted! - And he introduced me to everyone who was there, but at that moment the names that he uttered sounded to me in the form of a hissing radio - absolutely nothing was clear, and only the name Mamed that he uttered seemed already more acquaintances. "God, God, I'm alone and a bunch of Caucasians what to do" - sounded in my head. Indeed, he turned out to be that very stylish, beautifully dressed handsome guy, then I was eerily shy and could not pronounce the words, in Russian speaking, I stood like an idol. And so they suggested going to the park... Let's go... They turned out to be quite cheerful guys, I tried to remember who was addressing whom, so as not to fall into the dirt at the right time. Finally, in the park, my fate was relieved with me left only two Mamed and his friend. “Damn, damn, damn, I need to run to the formation,” I thought to myself. And having sent them to the stadium, where the formation actually took place, I went to my class. Everything seemed so slow, I just looked at my watch, and finally we came to the stadium, I tried to see their faces in the crowds of people and I found them, my girlfriend and I approached them. We struck up a conversation. But the guys had to go to the bus, after that my girlfriend and I lovingly laughed at their names for a long time, let the readers condemn me, but all this was new to me, and even more so, the name Mamed was immediately associated with the word Maped (not in offense to guys with that name) Well, the next day I went to ICQ and what do I see there He. Well, we started discussing everything that happened, and he offered to be friends, but I was a little fool who saw a handsome, well-dressed boy and agreed, it seemed I was in love with him. After our meeting, he did not go to ICQ for days, or even weeks, and so two months passed during this time, we saw each other once, walked, went in, sat in a cafe, but that was enough to fall in love with him all so sweet and also the time is strictly a guy, only at the end of June, apparently, he decided to save the little one from suffering, saying that he has a girlfriend of Light and he doesn’t give a damn about me. For the first three days, I walked around frustrated, but over time everything went away, subsided, I turned 15, I grew up, I still learned how to use mascara and some other cosmetic devices. September passed dry and uninteresting... And I had his younger sister Sabina in Aska, and suddenly we had an interesting conversation with her, about Mamed, about his girls, about everything. She allegedly promised that she would tell him to join me again… Aliluya…. This happened, I was on top of happiness, he began to throw bold phrases at me in order to show that he was cool and he had nothing to do with it. But I’m a girl and I was able to melt his icy heart and, moreover, even persuaded him to a meeting. We met when I approached, he did not recognize me.
- Well hello - I said
-Hi who are you?
-Are you kidding or is it I, Ira?
-Ira? On May 9, you were completely different (by that time I even dyed my hair blonde)
- Ha, May 9 was a long time ago
And so we chatted about everything we could be interested in together, but I was terribly cold, he began to warm me, and since in all stories about love our eyes met and we kissed, then I kissed for the first time, he told everything all the truth that this summer he didn’t even remember me, that he didn’t even take me seriously, but now he realized that he was wrong ... Naturally, after that we began to meet, meetings, kisses, flowers, there was no such night that we didn’t talk on the phone ... This was my first true love ... But Mamed is a very difficult person, and even more so a Caucasian ... In order to be with him, I had to give up Aska, walks without him ... There was a terrible control, every week he demanded that I show the history of calls, messages ... asked the brothers to follow me ... I am a very calm person by nature, and therefore I never rebelled, well, he wants to see my call history and let him look at my health that ... We were happy ... but apparently his brothers were against him relations with the Russian, as soon as some opportunity fell out, they tried in every possible way to make me feel guilty in front of Mamed, and they succeeded. That was a huge minus, they are Caucasians, they are brothers, and a brother cannot lie to his brother, my naive boy thought so ... But thanks to the fact that I studied Mamed completely and already knew what and when to answer, I could always prove to him that I'm right, and this made his brothers even more furious ... Until one time ... until his brothers sank quite low ... I just don’t understand why they didn’t love me so much .... I was walking to school past their house, suddenly his cousin stopped me and said:
- Ira, I have a very important matter for you, please help, we need to talk.
- Yes, of course, what happened?
-Just don't go here, let's go to our yard, I'll tell you
And I agreed ... Everything was planned, his first brother led me into the yard and the other secretly photographed how he takes me into the yard. And he showed these photos to Mamed supposedly, look, he was taking her to the house ... Here I couldn’t get away with any oaths or anything, he had facts ... I roared into the phone asking me to believe me. His last line was: I thought you were normal, but you turned out to be a slut. These words killed me ... He was talking on the street and some brother passing by heard this and said to another, and that to another, and so it came to my father ... But about a week passed, we still established communication, but as friends ... And so one already in the evening of November, my father calls me (my parents are divorced) and says: Where is Mamed now? I say, stunned: I don’t know dads, really. He began not to shout, but to yell at me for contacting the Caucasians, the way they poured mud on me there, it was a shock for me, then all the same, my mother and I managed to beg him not to do anything, he I just met with Mamed's father, they seem to have talked well and agreed that neither his family nor mine will allow more of our communication. The same evening, Mamed called me and again it was not without his last shocking phrase: You are a traitor, you specifically told everything. How I loved him, I didn’t eat anything, I didn’t smile ... I was like a zombie ... and now some guy is added to ICQ, his name is Lekha, he is from my city ... But Mamed, he doesn’t know Russian very well and he has his style of communication, he does not make mistakes and writes correctly, but there are a couple of words that he writes, since no one will write, for example: “Of course”, he writes “konezh but” or “fruits” - “vrukty” all his words with I naturally knew by mistake and immediately figured out that it was him. Soon he himself admitted that he loves me and neither my father nor anyone is a hindrance to him, and that he found out who told my father about everything. And here again we have an affair, talking until the morning, my mother, as an understanding person, allowed us to be friends ... Dad calls me only in extreme cases ... And then again one evening I see someone coming from dad, I'm shaking, I pick up the phone:
-Hello
- You didn't understand the first time, did you? What do you communicate with these chocks, you don’t have enough guys or something, you can immediately see that your mother brought up - I heard from the receiver, I was numb with fear, I just listened and was silent
- Give your mother the phone.
I silently give the phone to my mother, the speakerphone was turned on, he says
“At least you can raise a child normally, apparently not, I’m taking her to me, let her live for half a year with me, I’ll beat all the nonsense out of her,” tears rolled down, and he continued, “she’s called mother, I explained to the father of this how it is that if he climbs up to my daughter again, then I will deal with him myself, I promised I will do it, now I will find out where he is, I take the guys with me and we go to him, without warning we will score somewhere him and that's it. I'm just in shock, knowing what my father can really do, I'm roaring what to do. Mom says: call Mamed and warn him. I’m calling, I warned ... Father came to them and Mamed and his brothers were already waiting for him on the street, as dad said “I don’t want to touch the 17-year-old boy,” he asked the eldest of them Damir to follow if once again Mamed and I at least get on the phone to immediately report him… That same evening I call Mamed without knowing it, the brothers had already managed to turn him against me, he was angry with me, and we said goodbye, but even here his brothers were able to make me feel guilty, that Damir immediately calls his father and says: So and so your daughter called him right now, take action. Oh, how I got it ... After that, our communication temporarily ended, but I loved him ... And I, in order to be closer to Mamed, or at least know what happened to him and how he began to meet with his brother, who was in love with me ... He met me from basketball training, he studied, he had plans for the future, he studied law ... in a word, a prominent groom, but his heart yearned for that lazy person who knew that we had no future because of different faiths and nations, but he kept saying “You and I are one family” I still remember these words and it makes me feel so warm... And then one day, right before the New Year on December 27, I meet his brother from classes at a driving school and Mamed is walking with him, his brother came up and hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and I stood and hatched looked at Mamed ... And he boldly looked at me and went on ... And I felt so sad ... I understood how much I needed him and how unhappy I was with this guy and decided to tell him the whole truth, of course I heard enough a lot and that I am heartless, etc., but I was free ... On the same evening, Mamed was added to me again from the left wine, how happy I was, this time he was no longer Lyokha but Katyukha, who supposedly says that she is Mamed's girlfriend and asks me not to climb on him anymore ... And now Mammad himself joined me and began to say, like, that you are offending my girlfriend, don’t go to her, naturally this was an excuse, from the outside he seemed terribly callous, strict and angry, but I always knew how to melt his heart, and now we are talking again , but we were just friends, as it were ... On December 29, I left for Moscow with my father, of course, with him, I could not even talk to Mamed on the phone, I had to be extremely careful so that my father would not find out anything ... We corresponded with him all night about everything ... But I made a mistake, Mammad and I quarreled over something and he began to call me, I didn’t bother to put it on silent, dad says: Pick up the phone, who is it. Mamed was written in my phone by name ... I didn’t think about it then ... I take it and say: Hello, don’t call here. I quit. I say to dad: Yes, different fans call and get bored. Dad believed, but Mamed started calling again and then my cousin snatched the phone from me, read the inscription loudly aloud: Ma-med-d (in the look of dad it sounded like a sentence) ha, what kind of weirdo is this? Brother answers the phone: Hello, who is this? Thank God the connection was bad. -Hello, who is this, I don’t hear, in short, whoever you are, don’t call here anymore ... My heart sank into my heels ... Father: Mamed??? I started to invent on the go ... Yes, dad, this is not that Mamed, that is, it’s not Mamed at all, it’s Dima, but it’s written by the name Mamed because he has two SIM cards, one is Mamed’s former number and the other is his, but I didn’t rename it here and that's it, you want to ask your mother (I knew that my mother would always support me) Aliluya! Dad believed me. Naturally, they reconciled with Mamed, I arrived from Moscow, Mamed and I already had an appointment, but suddenly he was already sent to Moscow ... Oh, these sleepless nights ... On the day, 100 or even 200 rubles flew away for conversations, both for him and for me and so he stayed in Moscow until the end of February, we had already finally reconciled with him, it was already believed that together he promised to bring a gift for Valentine's Day, and in early March we met, this was our last meeting and unforgettable ... We were at his house ... And now, after so many months, we are together again, again I see him in front of me ... Just the same, in those days I had seen enough of the Clone, and somehow it all reminded me of the meeting of Zhadi and Lucas, even the music was the same: D the theme of Zhadi and Lucas A miragem and as soon as I looked into his eyes my mother started calling and this song rang, I started crying with happiness that he is now in front of me after so many events, despite the threats, no matter what, here he is my favorite person on earth and oh he shed a tear, and so we stood in the middle of the room to this music and looked at each other ... And suddenly he says: Er, pick up the phone all the same, I picked up the phone crying with happiness. Mom anxiously asked: Ira, what happened to you, is everything all right? (She knew where I was and what) I answered: Yes, mom, everything is fine. I gave the phone to Mamed, he said: Everything is fine. Hanging up, he kissed me ... How happy I was then you can’t even imagine ... And since I do belly dancing, I promised to dance to him for a long time, and this evening I fulfilled my promise, I danced for him and he, like a sultan, sat on the bed and watched it was not forgotten on me ... But even here it was not without his nasty brothers, suddenly some of his brother called him, I did not hear their conversation, but after that Mamed came up to me, pointed at the door with his finger and said:
-Get out of here
-What happened?
-Get out of this house
-Stop, explain everything, and I'll leave, again you are a fool to believe your brothers
- You're a fool, get out of here.
I stood in the middle of the room staring at him, he went to the window and began to beat the window
- Mamed, you know how much I love you, please explain everything to me. And all of a sudden I hear a crash, he broke the window ... I rushed to him ... He pushed me away and went to the sink, I ran up, his whole hand was covered in blood, I rushed to wash his hand, he pushed me away again, there was a tap in that house not tap water, but the usual one that you need to pour water, and the water ran out and it was far to go to the nearest pump, all the more so, even though it was the beginning of March and there was still snow and frost ... I tell him: You have a first aid kit here. He is silent. Then I looked into my pocket, I had 20 rubles, I started to get dressed, he said: It’s right to leave and don’t come back. Me: Don't close the door, I'll run to the pharmacy and come back. Suddenly he took out 100 rubles from his pocket and threw it to me. I threw the money on the floor, put on my shoes and left ... It was far from the nearest pharmacy, and I had to run ... I ran, shaking all over, saying: Give me two bandages and hydrogen peroxide. They gave me and the price was too expensive for me, but I persuaded the saleswoman to give me this at least on receipt, she agreed, I grabbed it all and rushed back, I ran into the house, it was covered in blood, I needed water to rinse hand to him, I ran to the neighbors for water, it was then one in the morning, it’s good that the people who lived there didn’t send me, as they could, but calmly seeing my condition they poured water, I run, I start washing his hand, he pushes me away screaming at me, and then for the first time in my life I lost my temper and started yelling: Listen, if you want me to leave, I will leave, now I will bandage your hand and leave, but for now, listen to me and sit quietly. He quieted down. I started to bandage his hand, tears rolled from my eyes, when I finished he looked at me and said: Ira I understood everything. Starting to get dressed, squelching my nose, I say: And what do you understand? He: I told you to leave, I would turn around and leave if I were you, and you stayed with me, and even went to the pharmacy and bandaged my hand, I understood everything. Me: I'm glad I can say more. He: I love you and I don't care who says what. He came up to me and began to wipe my tears, I burst into tears even more, he wiped my tears and began to kiss me ... but his blood did not stop flowing, so the bandage was soaked and he smeared all of me with blood, my jeans, T-shirt, sweater, face, hands, everything ... We were both covered in blood and suddenly he said: Oh, I almost forgot, and suddenly he takes a small red velvet box in the shape of a heart from the closet, opens it and says, reach out your hand, and he takes a bracelet from there and puts it on my hand , the bracelet was gold, and then he says turn around, I turned around and he put a gold chain from the same set around my neck, how happy I was then, despite the fact that I was covered in blood, he pressed against me, I was shaking all over, he he tried to calm me down ... At that time it was already about 3 am ... There was no more water left to wash, I spent it all on him and on wiping the blood, since the blood was everywhere on the floor on the carpet everywhere ... I called a taxi, we both got into a taxi with him covered in blood, all the way we kissed in the car, but his hands were still covered in blood, and I had a white fur coat ... and now it was time for me to leave, I kissed him in the end, ... but then the most interesting thing was, when my mother saw me, I quickly went into the house, my white fur coat was bloodstained, my face is covered in blood, everything is covered in blood, of course, at first my mother thought that I was deprived of my virginity, but after my story, my mother believed me ... Then we remembered this day for a long time, but we also talked for days on end, he had to go to the hospital in Voronezh he stayed there for two months and then came one terrible day that I will never forget, it was mid-April, our relationship became very tense due to frequent quarrels, his brothers did not stop shitting ... And then that topic about autumn again surfaced when we were with his brother we went into the yard… Mamed broke off relations with me again, I was at an impasse… He said: I can’t date a girl who slept with my brother. (They had a whole legend there) And so, crying into the phone, I swear to him that I had nothing to do with it ... And then I decided to take him with a battering ram, I say: Mamed, I’m ready for anything for the sake of the truth, if you want to prove it now. He: Yes Me: Now if you want, I will do something with myself (at that time I was not adequate) and hung up ... He called, I did not take it. Then he wrote a text message: Without you, I will not be able to live in love, goodbye, my love. Then I started calling him… After 5 calls, he picks up the phone… I shout: What, what did you do? Him: I love you, I really do. Me: What did you do? He: Ir I feel bad. He spoke in a hoarse voice. Me: Mom, what happened. And silence…. He was in the hospital then, and suddenly I hear someone running in the door and shouting: Are you sick or what have you done? The next day we phoned, it turned out he cut his veins, I almost died ... then I decided to call his brother and demand that he tell the whole truth, crying into the phone I managed to evoke human feelings in him, he called Mamed and said how it really was in fact ... Thank God the conflict was settled ... but due to frequent quarrels ... We broke up on his birthday on April 27, he called me a youngster and said that he needed a girl not 15 years old but older, either his brothers brainwashed him or he was really tired, we broke up , but my heart was haunted ... somehow in ICQ I went into one chat in ICQ, the owner was Mamed's brother there, and just at the same time Mamed was sitting there, so I found out that he was already dating another one, her name is Masha, she my age, he was very sweet and kind to her like never before ... jealousy ran through me ... But I left the chat without paying attention ... a month passed, it was June 12, the day of the city ... I performed then, danced a belly dance, and suddenly during my performance I saw a familiar face, I'm excited oval, after all the girls and I went to buy cotton candy having fun, helium balloons ... It was fun, I went home and then he calls ... And he says that I need to see you, I hung up ... He calls again ... I take
-What do you want? Not only do you want to insult me ​​then? Leave me alone!
-Ira, I'm at your house now, Masha (his current girlfriend) is with me, she says such things about you, she says that you are no one compared to her
-And what do you want from me?
I hung up, He began to write SMS: I love you, forgive me. I was silent. And so he wrote SMS and called me until the morning ... I was unapproachable ... only in the morning I answered: Forget me, enough of this dirt and nerves from me, and tell Masha that she will not get away with it. This was our last correspondence ... Since my mother herself was even against it, she said that this was already ridiculous, that we would part again, and even more so if my father found out what would happen ... after that we did not communicate, only he congratulated me on my birthday and all…. We are best friends with one of his brothers... And he said that after that incident, Mamed went to Moscow to work and would come only for the New Year... Since then, I had a couple of boyfriends... But every day I remember him and look forward to his arrival... They say that he is also interested in how I am here ... Still, no one could notice my Caucasian first love ...
P.S. And that Masha got it, I somehow met her on the street, recognized her and said the phrase that I had been preparing for a long time: Maybe you are more beautiful than me, but before pouring mud you had to find out about my physical data. And I slapped her, knocked her to the ground and hit her a couple more times, after that I didn’t hear about her ...