Catherine Wilmont
Damn the ones on the side of the bow
Just think how wayward happiness is!
A. S. Griboedov
© Vilmont E.N., 2014
© LLC "Publishing house AST", 2014
Part one
The train has stopped. Gleb Vitalyevich dressed slowly and got out of the car. This peregrine falcon is a good thing. I hate night trains. You will certainly meet friends with whom you must drink and midnight to listen to their lamentations on a variety of occasions, from international politics to purely personal affairs. And he and his problems are above his head, why should he be strangers? And then he got on the train at a quarter to seven in the morning, and after three and a half hours already in St. Petersburg. Never again on this train did he encounter any of his acquaintances. Grace! The driver who was supposed to meet him was late. It's okay, he told himself. Don’t be mad, not all the same punctual as you. And then he suddenly saw a young man at a nearby carriage with a sign and a bouquet of flowers. On the plate in large letters it read: "The most charming brown-haired woman with an irresistible smile." Gleb Vitalyevich smiled. What today's youth can’t come up with. It would be interesting to look at this most charming, I suppose, some kind of fear-man ... But then he noticed that the person greeted joyfully waved a bouquet and extended his hands to the woman leaving the carriage, while the tablet fell on a not too clean platform. Gleb Vitalyevich took several steps in that direction, I wanted to better see the woman. He knew how to switch to extraneous things, and this saved a lot of nervous strength. And the woman was really good. And the smile is really irresistible. Ah, how she smiled ... The young man kissed her on the cheek. He took the suitcase and they went to the door, chatting merrily. It was not like a meeting of lovers. It’s strange. Such a sign ... Or maybe he met it at the request of a friend? Or is it his sister? What do you want, Glebushka? What have you got to do with it?
- Gleb Vitalyevich, forgive me for God's sake, on Petrogradskaya got into a traffic jam ...
- Okay, let's go!
And then he forgot about a pretty stranger. Entered into the working rhythm.
The talks took place "in a warm, friendly atmosphere." He came to Peter himself in order not to miss anything, not to rely on deputies in such an important matter. The principle "you want to do well, do it yourself", in the end, no one has canceled. And this time it really worked out well. Still, well done, he thought with pleasure. And then he called home. He was superstitious enough. But at home everything was in order. The youngest son was sitting, as almost always, at the piano, and the eldest, the wife said, had just called. He is studying in England. That's nice, breathed Gleb Vitalyevich. How nice to know that your son, who is fifteen, is not sitting at the computer, but at the piano ... However, the guy also does not disdain the computer, but as they say, without fanaticism. In a word, all the way.
In St. Petersburg, he liked to stay at the Petro Palace Hotel, on Malaya Morskaya. It was comfortable enough, but not pathos, which he did not like. And besides, in the morning you can walk to the Neva, if the weather allows. And generally close to everything. And from the Palace Square and from Isaac and the Admiralty. He loved Peter and never missed a chance to visit here once again. The "strict harmonious appearance" of his beloved city somehow strangely reassured him. But he loved to be here alone. Go to a cafe, drink a cup of coffee, for some reason it seemed that in St. Petersburg, coffee is tastier than in Moscow. But he never told anyone about it.
- Gleb Vitalievich, what are your plans for tomorrow? Asked Tolya, the driver seconded to him.
- At half past ten I’m waiting.
Yes, you can’t walk in the morning, in December at ten it’s still dark. And indeed, tomorrow is scheduled for the whole minute. Oh, you’re a heavy Monomakh’s hat, even if you don’t have a huge Russia, but just one, and even that is not the most important TV channel, but grabbed it ... well, I’ll go back with a three-hour “peregrine falcon” the day after tomorrow. In the first grade, you can work. And the day after tomorrow in the morning there is no business. Good!
The next morning he went down to the restaurant. He enjoyed these hotel breakfasts a lot. Eat what you like, no one will count calories, talk about the benefits or dangers of this or that dish. And the first thing I put on a plate was two pies, with cabbage and meat. He took a few pieces of a very delicious salmon ... For some reason, in Moscow, the same fish is called salmon. Salmon are not there in principle. And also bread, butter and soft-boiled egg. With pleasure knowing all this, he poured himself tea from a large samovar, and took two seemingly mouth-watering sweet buns. Walk like a walk. He took a bite of a bun, felt true bliss, and immediately noticed a brown-haired woman wandering thoughtfully along the tables with food. She was in a green woolen dress and high boots. Her figure is what is needed, as, indeed, is her face. And she is not so young. She is thirty years old. Confident. Not my type, he thought. Or is it just green grapes? Green, green ... Moreover, her dress is green ...
The stranger chose something for herself and sat down. Damn, what an interesting face. Ah, how would she look on the screen. It has a certain sophistication. But she, most likely, has nothing to do with the media. Yes, and nowadays intelligent people on television are not honored. They mainly rule the habalka ball, the unbearable arrogant habalka. Well, demand creates supply. It's a pity! He wiped his lips and stood up. Let the grapes ripen for themselves. From green it happens oh how bad!
And he forgot about the stranger. Too many things to do. I remembered her only the next morning. But she did not come for breakfast. Either already left, or still asleep, or ate earlier. But by the way, God be with her. He again enjoyed breakfast. Then he went up to his room, dressed, and went outside. It was still dark. But this did not bother him and he went to St. Isaac's Cathedral. He did not go in, rounded him and went to the Bronze Horseman. The Neva blew cold. How I love this city ... Maybe because I once met Tanya here? Right here, at the Bronze Horseman. He was twenty, and she was eighteen ... He was poor, like a church mouse. And Tanya too. But did it interfere with anything? Then they did not think about material wealth. They felt good together, and it seemed that there was so much happiness ahead ... Tanya had long been gone in his life and happiness too. But was it at all? And does it happen? No, there are only moments of happiness. And almost all these moments were strangely connected with Peter ... And the eldest son was also born in St. Petersburg. Strange, such idle thoughts never visit him in Moscow. And on vacation in different countries of the world too. He always thinks about business, about work, and only in St. Petersburg he manages to free himself from these thoughts for a short while. He suddenly froze. Nothing, I’ll go to some cafe, keep warm and go on, the car will arrive only at two, so there’s time. He went to the Big Sea. And then I saw a cafe. He pushed the door and entered. A sweet girl greeted him. He hung his coat on a round hanger, smoothed his hair, sat down and immediately asked to bring Irish coffee. It warms well, checked. And then he noticed a familiar stranger. She sat at a table and glanced nervously at her watch. Waiting for someone. It seems that she did not sleep enough, irritation was written on her pale face. But then a guy in a plaid jacket flew through the door. His face seemed familiar to Gleb Vitalievich. And this is Andrei Lutokhin, a fashionable artist of the St. Petersburg theater, Gleb Vitalyevich forgot which one. The guy has already starred in several good films, and after a very successful series, it was rapidly gaining popularity. So, this is not a rendezvous, this seems to be an interview. Yeah, so she’s a journalist - laid out a dictaphone on the table, armed herself with a chubby notebook. She smiled at the panting artist, and he seemed to melt right away. Gleb Vitalievich could not hear what they were talking about. But he did not take his eyes off the brown-haired person. And my heart froze in a joyful foreboding of luck. He was a professional of the highest class and immediately saw that a girl can be a wonderful acquisition for his channel. Don’t eat a fever, Glebushka, he told himself, we still need to talk to her. Maybe she has an ugly voice, vulgar intonations, maybe she’s an impenetrable fool at all. He got sick of walking. He decided to wait until the end of the interview. And I ordered myself another coffee. Here, whipped cream was sprinkled with well-roasted coffee beans. He gnawed at them with pleasure. But Lutokhin looked at his watch and began to say goodbye. And the guy is good, Gleb Vitalyevich thought jealously. Lutokhin rushed off, and the stranger began to collect her things and called the waitress. But instead of counting, she handed her a piece of cake.
Gleb Vitalyevich got up and went to her table.
- Excuse me generously!
She looked up at him. They turned out to be gray-green. Recognition flashed in them. But she was not sure.
- Let me turn to you?
- Yes please. Sit down.
“Gleb Vitalyevich, you may not introduce yourself,” she smiled.
Just think how wayward happiness is!
A. S. Griboedov
© Vilmont E.N., 2014
© LLC "Publishing house AST", 2014
Part one
The train has stopped. Gleb Vitalyevich dressed slowly and got out of the car. This peregrine falcon is a good thing. I hate night trains. You will certainly meet friends with whom you must drink and midnight to listen to their lamentations on a variety of occasions, from international politics to purely personal affairs. And he and his problems are above his head, why should he be strangers? And then he got on the train at a quarter to seven in the morning, and after three and a half hours already in St. Petersburg. Never again on this train did he encounter any of his acquaintances. Grace! The driver who was supposed to meet him was late. It's okay, he told himself. Don’t be mad, not all the same punctual as you. And then he suddenly saw a young man at a nearby carriage with a sign and a bouquet of flowers. On the plate in large letters it read: "The most charming brown-haired woman with an irresistible smile." Gleb Vitalyevich smiled. What today's youth can’t come up with. It would be interesting to look at this most charming, I suppose, some kind of fear-man ... But then he noticed that the person greeted joyfully waved a bouquet and extended his hands to the woman leaving the carriage, while the tablet fell on a not too clean platform. Gleb Vitalyevich took several steps in that direction, I wanted to better see the woman. He knew how to switch to extraneous things, and this saved a lot of nervous strength. And the woman was really good. And the smile is really irresistible. Ah, how she smiled ... The young man kissed her on the cheek. He took the suitcase and they went to the door, chatting merrily. It was not like a meeting of lovers. It’s strange. Such a sign ... Or maybe he met it at the request of a friend? Or is it his sister? What do you want, Glebushka? What have you got to do with it?
- Gleb Vitalyevich, forgive me for God's sake, on Petrogradskaya got into a traffic jam ...
- Okay, let's go!
And then he forgot about a pretty stranger. Entered into the working rhythm.
The talks took place "in a warm, friendly atmosphere." He came to Peter himself in order not to miss anything, not to rely on deputies in such an important matter. The principle "you want to do well, do it yourself", in the end, no one has canceled. And this time it really worked out well. Still, well done, he thought with pleasure. And then he called home. He was superstitious enough. But at home everything was in order. The youngest son was sitting, as almost always, at the piano, and the eldest, the wife said, had just called. He is studying in England. That's nice, breathed Gleb Vitalyevich. How nice to know that your son, who is fifteen, is not sitting at the computer, but at the piano ... However, the guy also does not disdain the computer, but as they say, without fanaticism. In a word, all the way.
In St. Petersburg, he liked to stay at the Petro Palace Hotel, on Malaya Morskaya. It was comfortable enough, but not pathos, which he did not like. And besides, in the morning you can walk to the Neva, if the weather allows. And generally close to everything. And from the Palace Square and from Isaac and the Admiralty. He loved Peter and never missed a chance to visit here once again. The "strict harmonious appearance" of his beloved city somehow strangely reassured him. But he loved to be here alone. Go to a cafe, drink a cup of coffee, for some reason it seemed that in St. Petersburg, coffee is tastier than in Moscow. But he never told anyone about it.
- Gleb Vitalievich, what are your plans for tomorrow? Asked Tolya, the driver seconded to him.
- At half past ten I’m waiting.
Yes, you can’t walk in the morning, in December at ten it’s still dark. And indeed, tomorrow is scheduled for the whole minute. Oh, you’re a heavy Monomakh’s hat, even if you don’t have a huge Russia, but just one, and even that is not the most important TV channel, but grabbed it ... well, I’ll go back with a three-hour “peregrine falcon” the day after tomorrow. In the first grade, you can work. And the day after tomorrow in the morning there is no business. Good!
The next morning he went down to the restaurant. He enjoyed these hotel breakfasts a lot. Eat what you like, no one will count calories, talk about the benefits or dangers of this or that dish. And the first thing I put on a plate was two pies, with cabbage and meat. He took a few pieces of a very delicious salmon ... For some reason, in Moscow, the same fish is called salmon. Salmon are not there in principle. And also bread, butter and soft-boiled egg. With pleasure knowing all this, he poured himself tea from a large samovar, and took two seemingly mouth-watering sweet buns. Walk like a walk. He took a bite of a bun, felt true bliss, and immediately noticed a brown-haired woman wandering thoughtfully along the tables with food. She was in a green woolen dress and high boots. Her figure is what is needed, as, indeed, is her face. And she is not so young. She is thirty years old. Confident. Not my type, he thought. Or is it just green grapes? Green, green ... Moreover, her dress is green ...
The stranger chose something for herself and sat down. Damn, what an interesting face. Ah, how would she look on the screen. It has a certain sophistication. But she, most likely, has nothing to do with the media. Yes, and nowadays intelligent people on television are not honored. They mainly rule the habalka ball, the unbearable arrogant habalka. Well, demand creates supply. It's a pity! He wiped his lips and stood up. Let the grapes ripen for themselves. From green it happens oh how bad!
And he forgot about the stranger. Too many things to do. I remembered her only the next morning. But she did not come for breakfast. Either already left, or still asleep, or ate earlier. But by the way, God be with her. He again enjoyed breakfast. Then he went up to his room, dressed, and went outside. It was still dark. But this did not bother him and he went to St. Isaac's Cathedral. He did not go in, rounded him and went to the Bronze Horseman. The Neva blew cold. How I love this city ... Maybe because I once met Tanya here? Right here, at the Bronze Horseman. He was twenty, and she was eighteen ... He was poor, like a church mouse. And Tanya too. But did it interfere with anything? Then they did not think about material wealth. They felt good together, and it seemed that there was so much happiness ahead ... Tanya had long been gone in his life and happiness too. But was it at all? And does it happen? No, there are only moments of happiness. And almost all these moments were strangely connected with Peter ... And the eldest son was also born in St. Petersburg. Strange, such idle thoughts never visit him in Moscow. And on vacation in different countries of the world too. He always thinks about business, about work, and only in St. Petersburg he manages to free himself from these thoughts for a short while. He suddenly froze. Nothing, I’ll go to some cafe, keep warm and go on, the car will arrive only at two, so there’s time. He went to the Big Sea. And then I saw a cafe. He pushed the door and entered. A sweet girl greeted him. He hung his coat on a round hanger, smoothed his hair, sat down and immediately asked to bring Irish coffee. It warms well, checked. And then he noticed a familiar stranger. She sat at a table and glanced nervously at her watch. Waiting for someone. It seems that she did not sleep enough, irritation was written on her pale face. But then a guy in a plaid jacket flew through the door. His face seemed familiar to Gleb Vitalievich. And this is Andrei Lutokhin, a fashionable artist of the St. Petersburg theater, Gleb Vitalyevich forgot which one. The guy has already starred in several good films, and after a very successful series, it was rapidly gaining popularity. So, this is not a rendezvous, this seems to be an interview. Yeah, so she’s a journalist - laid out a dictaphone on the table, armed herself with a chubby notebook. She smiled at the panting artist, and he seemed to melt right away. Gleb Vitalievich could not hear what they were talking about. But he did not take his eyes off the brown-haired person. And my heart froze in a joyful foreboding of luck. He was a professional of the highest class and immediately saw that a girl can be a wonderful acquisition for his channel. Don’t eat a fever, Glebushka, he told himself, we still need to talk to her. Maybe she has an ugly voice, vulgar intonations, maybe she’s an impenetrable fool at all. He got sick of walking. He decided to wait until the end of the interview. And I ordered myself another coffee. Here, whipped cream was sprinkled with well-roasted coffee beans. He gnawed at them with pleasure. But Lutokhin looked at his watch and began to say goodbye. And the guy is good, Gleb Vitalyevich thought jealously. Lutokhin rushed off, and the stranger began to collect her things and called the waitress. But instead of counting, she handed her a piece of cake.
Gleb Vitalyevich got up and went to her table.
- Excuse me generously!
She looked up at him. They turned out to be gray-green. Recognition flashed in them. But she was not sure.
- Let me turn to you?
- Yes please. Sit down.
“Gleb Vitalyevich, you may not introduce yourself,” she smiled.
- Oh, I'm flattered! And you…
- And I'm a journalist, Natalya Zavyalova.
- And where…
- I'm a freelancer.
Her voice is wonderful. She looked expectantly at him. But without the shadow of cheap coquetry, only with a slight perplexity. What could the head of the TV channel need from a modest journalist? He noticed a wedding ring on his finger.
- Natasha, I’ve been thinking of creating a program on my channel for a long time ...
She broke out.
- ... "A heart-to-heart talk" or something like that. But I have not yet seen anyone who could handle this. I have very high requirements. I need a person who knows how to talk with people and at the same time manage the conversation. Not to interrupt the interlocutor every minute in order to show himself, but also not to let him go aside and disrupt the timing, and at the same time be also a person ... Well, a beautiful woman, of course.
Her face glowed.
- Well, what do you say?
- And what can I actually say? Of course, this is interesting, but I do not quite understand how this relates to me? I have never worked on television.
“But would you like to try?”
- I don’t know ... I didn’t think somehow ...
- What education do you have? Journalist?
- No. Philological faculty of Moscow State University.
- Better! I watched here how you spoke with Lutokhin, and I liked the way you reacted vigorously, the impression was that you were interested in the person you were talking to.
- You see, if a person is completely not interesting to me, I just do not deal with him. I'm a free artist.
“Well, on television you would have to deal with different people ...”
- I understand it.
- So you are ready to try?
“You probably shouldn't neglect that chance,” she smiled.
- Can I have one personal question?
- Who met you at the station the day before yesterday?
She laughed.
- This is my brother. He always invents something.
- And when do you return to Moscow?
- Tomorrow.
- Leave me your coordinates, they will contact you and invite you to samples ... Although not. Let's do it wrong. I don’t want to ted our anthill yet. I’ll call you myself, and we will do the tests, so to speak, privately ...
- Gleb Vitalievich!
- Sorry, it sounded somehow ambiguous. For God's sake, sorry, I didn’t mean anything. I’ll just give you a test first at some cafe. You will interview one artist, my relative ...
- Veronica Sizova?
- Exactly! He laughed. - A good operator will remove you. I do not promise you anything other than this test. I won’t be there, I’ll just look at the material and then decide if it’s worth it to venture out. Are you comfortable with this option?
- Quite.
- That's wonderful! Now I have to hurry.
On the train, he first opened a laptop, led him into the search engine "Journalist Natalya Zavyalova." Information was quite enough. Zavyalova Natalya Alekseevna, born in 1981, graduated from the Romano-Germanic department of the philological faculty of Moscow State University, married, has a daughter born in 2005. After graduation, she worked at school, then in the newspaper Moskovskaya Pravda, then on the radio and in the newspapers Trud and Izvestia, now on free bread. Then he found some of her interviews with famous people. And marveled at their unbanality. Wow! It seems that everything that is interesting to the general reader is there, and at the same time she is always perfectly prepared for the topic, she never swims, like other journalists, in the usual sea of \u200b\u200bcommon words and positions, she has her own approach to everyone and she always knows that says, and at the same time, she feels her own, not always, however flattering, opinion about the interviewee. It seems that this is exactly what I wanted ... We still need to see how she will stand in front of the camera and, most importantly, whether she can work in a team. After all, it is one thing to prepare yourself for an interview, and quite another when you work in a team. Television is a team game. No matter how good the soloist is, he is nobody without a good team. I will assemble a team, there will be no problems with this, but will it work with the team? That's why for some reason she went to free bread ... However, she has a child, perhaps because of a child. My daughter is only nine years old, and our work will require a lot of time. Well, let's see, the attempt is still not torture. But if everything goes together, it will be necessary to enslave it with a contract so that it does not intercept Channel One. They like to skim the cream. Although it is probably too sophisticated for them, they have been promoting such habals lately ...
- Natasha, why are you like that? - asked the brother, who immediately saw that she was very excited. - Something happened?
“Not yet, Zhenya, but it may happen ...”
- Bad or good?
- How do I know!
- Lay it out! Demanded the brother.
- I'm even afraid to say ... So as not to jinx it.
“Then that means it's good.” I will not smooth, you know!
- Zhen, imagine, I interviewed Lutokhin today.
“And he fell in love with you?”
“No ...” Natasha winced. “But when he ran away, he suddenly came up to me ... Kuzmin ...”
- Not yet enough! No, Gleb Vitalievich Kuzmin, head of TV-Super.
- He asked if I would like to have a heart-to-heart talk program on their channel or something like that.
- Super! That's really super! What about you?
“Well, I said that you can basically try ...” Natasha said in a trembling voice.
“Would you like that?”
- What do you think?
- Who knows you! How many times have you refused seemingly wonderful offers.
- Most of which turned out to be a soap bubble. And here…
- He put an eye on you? So, man with style!
- In fact, he drew attention to me only thanks to your stupid poster at the station!
Catherine Wilmont
Damn the ones on the side of the bow
Just think how wayward happiness is!
A. S. Griboedov
© Vilmont E.N., 2014
© LLC "Publishing house AST", 2014
Part one
The train has stopped. Gleb Vitalyevich dressed slowly and got out of the car. This peregrine falcon is a good thing. I hate night trains. You will certainly meet friends with whom you must drink and midnight to listen to their lamentations on a variety of occasions, from international politics to purely personal affairs. And he and his problems are above his head, why should he be strangers? And then he got on the train at a quarter to seven in the morning, and after three and a half hours already in St. Petersburg. Never again on this train did he encounter any of his acquaintances. Grace! The driver who was supposed to meet him was late. It's okay, he told himself. Don’t be mad, not all the same punctual as you. And then he suddenly saw a young man at a nearby carriage with a sign and a bouquet of flowers. On the plate in large letters it read: "The most charming brown-haired woman with an irresistible smile." Gleb Vitalyevich smiled. What today's youth can’t come up with. It would be interesting to look at this most charming, I suppose, some kind of fear-man ... But then he noticed that the person greeted joyfully waved a bouquet and extended his hands to the woman leaving the carriage, while the tablet fell on a not too clean platform. Gleb Vitalyevich took several steps in that direction, I wanted to better see the woman. He knew how to switch to extraneous things, and this saved a lot of nervous strength. And the woman was really good. And the smile is really irresistible. Ah, how she smiled ... The young man kissed her on the cheek. He took the suitcase and they went to the door, chatting merrily. It was not like a meeting of lovers. It’s strange. Such a sign ... Or maybe he met it at the request of a friend? Or is it his sister? What do you want, Glebushka? What have you got to do with it?
- Gleb Vitalyevich, forgive me for God's sake, on Petrogradskaya got into a traffic jam ...
- Okay, let's go!
And then he forgot about a pretty stranger. Entered into the working rhythm.
The talks took place "in a warm, friendly atmosphere." He came to Peter himself in order not to miss anything, not to rely on deputies in such an important matter. The principle "you want to do well, do it yourself", in the end, no one has canceled. And this time it really worked out well. Still, well done, he thought with pleasure. And then he called home. He was superstitious enough. But at home everything was in order. The youngest son was sitting, as almost always, at the piano, and the eldest, the wife said, had just called. He is studying in England. That's nice, breathed Gleb Vitalyevich. How nice to know that your son, who is fifteen, is not sitting at the computer, but at the piano ... However, the guy also does not disdain the computer, but as they say, without fanaticism. In a word, all the way.
In St. Petersburg, he liked to stay at the Petro Palace Hotel, on Malaya Morskaya. It was comfortable enough, but not pathos, which he did not like. And besides, in the morning you can walk to the Neva, if the weather allows. And generally close to everything. And from the Palace Square and from Isaac and the Admiralty. He loved Peter and never missed a chance to visit here once again. The "strict harmonious appearance" of his beloved city somehow strangely reassured him. But he loved to be here alone. Go to a cafe, drink a cup of coffee, for some reason it seemed that in St. Petersburg, coffee is tastier than in Moscow. But he never told anyone about it.
- Gleb Vitalievich, what are your plans for tomorrow? Asked Tolya, the driver seconded to him.
- At half past ten I’m waiting.
Yes, you can’t walk in the morning, in December at ten it’s still dark. And indeed, tomorrow is scheduled for the whole minute. Oh, you’re a heavy Monomakh’s hat, even if you don’t have a huge Russia, but just one, and even that is not the most important TV channel, but grabbed it ... well, I’ll go back with a three-hour “peregrine falcon” the day after tomorrow. In the first grade, you can work. And the day after tomorrow in the morning there is no business. Good!
The next morning he went down to the restaurant. He enjoyed these hotel breakfasts a lot. Eat what you like, no one will count calories, talk about the benefits or dangers of this or that dish. And the first thing I put on a plate was two pies, with cabbage and meat. He took a few pieces of a very delicious salmon ... For some reason, in Moscow, the same fish is called salmon. Salmon are not there in principle. And also bread, butter and soft-boiled egg. With pleasure knowing all this, he poured himself tea from a large samovar, and took two seemingly mouth-watering sweet buns. Walk like a walk. He took a bite of a bun, felt true bliss, and immediately noticed a brown-haired woman wandering thoughtfully along the tables with food. She was in a green woolen dress and high boots. Her figure is what is needed, as, indeed, is her face. And she is not so young. She is thirty years old. Confident. Not my type, he thought. Or is it just green grapes? Green, green ... Moreover, her dress is green ...
Just think how wayward happiness is!
A. S. Griboedov
© Vilmont E.N., 2014
© LLC "Publishing house AST", 2014
Part one
The train has stopped. Gleb Vitalyevich dressed slowly and got out of the car. This peregrine falcon is a good thing. I hate night trains. You will certainly meet friends with whom you must drink and midnight to listen to their lamentations on a variety of occasions, from international politics to purely personal affairs. And he and his problems are above his head, why should he be strangers? And then he got on the train at a quarter to seven in the morning, and after three and a half hours already in St. Petersburg. Never again on this train did he encounter any of his acquaintances. Grace! The driver who was supposed to meet him was late. It's okay, he told himself. Don’t be mad, not all the same punctual as you. And then he suddenly saw a young man at a nearby carriage with a sign and a bouquet of flowers. On the plate in large letters it read: "The most charming brown-haired woman with an irresistible smile." Gleb Vitalyevich smiled. What today's youth can’t come up with. It would be interesting to look at this most charming, I suppose, some kind of fear-man ... But then he noticed that the person greeted joyfully waved a bouquet and extended his hands to the woman leaving the carriage, while the tablet fell on a not too clean platform. Gleb Vitalyevich took several steps in that direction, I wanted to better see the woman. He knew how to switch to extraneous things, and this saved a lot of nervous strength. And the woman was really good. And the smile is really irresistible. Ah, how she smiled ... The young man kissed her on the cheek. He took the suitcase and they went to the door, chatting merrily. It was not like a meeting of lovers. It’s strange. Such a sign ... Or maybe he met it at the request of a friend? Or is it his sister? What do you want, Glebushka? What have you got to do with it?
- Gleb Vitalyevich, forgive me for God's sake, on Petrogradskaya got into a traffic jam ...
- Okay, let's go!
And then he forgot about a pretty stranger. Entered into the working rhythm.
The talks took place "in a warm, friendly atmosphere." He came to Peter himself in order not to miss anything, not to rely on deputies in such an important matter. The principle "you want to do well, do it yourself", in the end, no one has canceled. And this time it really worked out well. Still, well done, he thought with pleasure. And then he called home. He was superstitious enough. But at home everything was in order. The youngest son was sitting, as almost always, at the piano, and the eldest, the wife said, had just called. He is studying in England. That's nice, breathed Gleb Vitalyevich. How nice to know that your son, who is fifteen, is not sitting at the computer, but at the piano ... However, the guy also does not disdain the computer, but as they say, without fanaticism. In a word, all the way.
In St. Petersburg, he liked to stay at the Petro Palace Hotel, on Malaya Morskaya. It was comfortable enough, but not pathos, which he did not like. And besides, in the morning you can walk to the Neva, if the weather allows. And generally close to everything. And from the Palace Square and from Isaac and the Admiralty. He loved Peter and never missed a chance to visit here once again. The "strict harmonious appearance" of his beloved city somehow strangely reassured him. But he loved to be here alone. Go to a cafe, drink a cup of coffee, for some reason it seemed that in St. Petersburg, coffee is tastier than in Moscow. But he never told anyone about it.
- Gleb Vitalievich, what are your plans for tomorrow? Asked Tolya, the driver seconded to him.
- At half past ten I’m waiting.
Yes, you can’t walk in the morning, in December at ten it’s still dark. And indeed, tomorrow is scheduled for the whole minute. Oh, you’re a heavy Monomakh’s hat, even if you don’t have a huge Russia, but just one, and even that is not the most important TV channel, but grabbed it ... well, I’ll go back with a three-hour “peregrine falcon” the day after tomorrow. In the first grade, you can work. And the day after tomorrow in the morning there is no business. Good!
The next morning he went down to the restaurant. He enjoyed these hotel breakfasts a lot. Eat what you like, no one will count calories, talk about the benefits or dangers of this or that dish. And the first thing I put on a plate was two pies, with cabbage and meat. He took a few pieces of a very delicious salmon ... For some reason, in Moscow, the same fish is called salmon. Salmon are not there in principle. And also bread, butter and soft-boiled egg. With pleasure knowing all this, he poured himself tea from a large samovar, and took two seemingly mouth-watering sweet buns. Walk like a walk. He took a bite of a bun, felt true bliss, and immediately noticed a brown-haired woman wandering thoughtfully along the tables with food. She was in a green woolen dress and high boots. Her figure is what is needed, as, indeed, is her face. And she is not so young. She is thirty years old. Confident. Not my type, he thought. Or is it just green grapes? Green, green ... Moreover, her dress is green ...
The stranger chose something for herself and sat down. Damn, what an interesting face. Ah, how would she look on the screen. It has a certain sophistication. But she, most likely, has nothing to do with the media. Yes, and nowadays intelligent people on television are not honored. They mainly rule the habalka ball, the unbearable arrogant habalka. Well, demand creates supply. It's a pity! He wiped his lips and stood up. Let the grapes ripen for themselves. From green it happens oh how bad!
And he forgot about the stranger. Too many things to do. I remembered her only the next morning. But she did not come for breakfast. Either already left, or still asleep, or ate earlier. But by the way, God be with her. He again enjoyed breakfast. Then he went up to his room, dressed, and went outside. It was still dark. But this did not bother him and he went to St. Isaac's Cathedral. He did not go in, rounded him and went to the Bronze Horseman. The Neva blew cold. How I love this city ... Maybe because I once met Tanya here? Right here, at the Bronze Horseman. He was twenty, and she was eighteen ... He was poor, like a church mouse. And Tanya too. But did it interfere with anything? Then they did not think about material wealth. They felt good together, and it seemed that there was so much happiness ahead ... Tanya had long been gone in his life and happiness too. But was it at all? And does it happen? No, there are only moments of happiness. And almost all these moments were strangely connected with Peter ... And the eldest son was also born in St. Petersburg. Strange, such idle thoughts never visit him in Moscow. And on vacation in different countries of the world too. He always thinks about business, about work, and only in St. Petersburg he manages to free himself from these thoughts for a short while. He suddenly froze. Nothing, I’ll go to some cafe, keep warm and go on, the car will arrive only at two, so there’s time. He went to the Big Sea. And then I saw a cafe. He pushed the door and entered. A sweet girl greeted him. He hung his coat on a round hanger, smoothed his hair, sat down and immediately asked to bring Irish coffee. It warms well, checked. And then he noticed a familiar stranger. She sat at a table and glanced nervously at her watch. Waiting for someone. It seems that she did not sleep enough, irritation was written on her pale face. But then a guy in a plaid jacket flew through the door. His face seemed familiar to Gleb Vitalievich. And this is Andrei Lutokhin, a fashionable artist of the St. Petersburg theater, Gleb Vitalyevich forgot which one. The guy has already starred in several good films, and after a very successful series, it was rapidly gaining popularity. So, this is not a rendezvous, this seems to be an interview. Yeah, so she’s a journalist - laid out a dictaphone on the table, armed herself with a chubby notebook. She smiled at the panting artist, and he seemed to melt right away. Gleb Vitalievich could not hear what they were talking about. But he did not take his eyes off the brown-haired person. And my heart froze in a joyful foreboding of luck. He was a professional of the highest class and immediately saw that a girl can be a wonderful acquisition for his channel. Don’t eat a fever, Glebushka, he told himself, we still need to talk to her. Maybe she has an ugly voice, vulgar intonations, maybe she’s an impenetrable fool at all. He got sick of walking. He decided to wait until the end of the interview. And I ordered myself another coffee. Here, whipped cream was sprinkled with well-roasted coffee beans. He gnawed at them with pleasure. But Lutokhin looked at his watch and began to say goodbye. And the guy is good, Gleb Vitalyevich thought jealously. Lutokhin rushed off, and the stranger began to collect her things and called the waitress. But instead of counting, she handed her a piece of cake.
Gleb Vitalyevich got up and went to her table.
- Excuse me generously!
She looked up at him. They turned out to be gray-green. Recognition flashed in them. But she was not sure.
- Let me turn to you?
- Yes please. Sit down.
“Gleb Vitalyevich, you may not introduce yourself,” she smiled.
- Oh, I'm flattered! And you…
- And I'm a journalist, Natalya Zavyalova.
- And where…
- I'm a freelancer.
Her voice is wonderful. She looked expectantly at him. But without the shadow of cheap coquetry, only with a slight perplexity. What could the head of the TV channel need from a modest journalist? He noticed a wedding ring on his finger.
- Natasha, I’ve been thinking of creating a program on my channel for a long time ...
She broke out.
- ... "A heart-to-heart talk" or something like that. But I have not yet seen anyone who could handle this. I have very high requirements. I need a person who knows how to talk with people and at the same time manage the conversation. Not to interrupt the interlocutor every minute in order to show himself, but also not to let him go aside and disrupt the timing, and at the same time be also a person ... Well, a beautiful woman, of course.
Her face glowed.
- Well, what do you say?
- And what can I actually say? Of course, this is interesting, but I do not quite understand how this relates to me? I have never worked on television.
“But would you like to try?”
- I don’t know ... I didn’t think somehow ...
- What education do you have? Journalist?
- No. Philological faculty of Moscow State University.
- Better! I watched here how you spoke with Lutokhin, and I liked the way you reacted vigorously, the impression was that you were interested in the person you were talking to.
- You see, if a person is completely not interesting to me, I just do not deal with him. I'm a free artist.
“Well, on television you would have to deal with different people ...”
- I understand it.
- So you are ready to try?
“You probably shouldn't neglect that chance,” she smiled.
- Can I have one personal question?
- Who met you at the station the day before yesterday?
She laughed.
- This is my brother. He always invents something.
- And when do you return to Moscow?
- Tomorrow.
- Leave me your coordinates, they will contact you and invite you to samples ... Although not. Let's do it wrong. I don’t want to ted our anthill yet. I’ll call you myself, and we will do the tests, so to speak, privately ...
- Gleb Vitalievich!
- Sorry, it sounded somehow ambiguous. For God's sake, sorry, I didn’t mean anything. I’ll just give you a test first at some cafe. You will interview one artist, my relative ...
- Veronica Sizova?
- Exactly! He laughed. - A good operator will remove you. I do not promise you anything other than this test. I won’t be there, I’ll just look at the material and then decide if it’s worth it to venture out. Are you comfortable with this option?
- Quite.
- That's wonderful! Now I have to hurry.
On the train, he first opened a laptop, led him into the search engine "Journalist Natalya Zavyalova." Information was quite enough. Zavyalova Natalya Alekseevna, born in 1981, graduated from the Romano-Germanic department of the philological faculty of Moscow State University, married, has a daughter born in 2005. After graduation, she worked at school, then in the newspaper Moskovskaya Pravda, then on the radio and in the newspapers Trud and Izvestia, now on free bread. Then he found some of her interviews with famous people. And marveled at their unbanality. Wow! It seems that everything that is interesting to the general reader is there, and at the same time she is always perfectly prepared for the topic, she never swims, like other journalists, in the usual sea of \u200b\u200bcommon words and positions, she has her own approach to everyone and she always knows that says, and at the same time, she feels her own, not always, however flattering, opinion about the interviewee. It seems that this is exactly what I wanted ... We still need to see how she will stand in front of the camera and, most importantly, whether she can work in a team. After all, it is one thing to prepare yourself for an interview, and quite another when you work in a team. Television is a team game. No matter how good the soloist is, he is nobody without a good team. I will assemble a team, there will be no problems with this, but will it work with the team? That's why for some reason she went to free bread ... However, she has a child, perhaps because of a child. My daughter is only nine years old, and our work will require a lot of time. Well, let's see, the attempt is still not torture. But if everything goes together, it will be necessary to enslave it with a contract so that it does not intercept Channel One. They like to skim the cream. Although it is probably too sophisticated for them, they have been promoting such habals lately ...
- Natasha, why are you like that? - asked the brother, who immediately saw that she was very excited. - Something happened?
“Not yet, Zhenya, but it may happen ...”
- Bad or good?
- How do I know!
- Lay it out! Demanded the brother.
- I'm even afraid to say ... So as not to jinx it.
“Then that means it's good.” I will not smooth, you know!
- Zhen, imagine, I interviewed Lutokhin today.
“And he fell in love with you?”
“No ...” Natasha winced. “But when he ran away, he suddenly came up to me ... Kuzmin ...”
- Not yet enough! No, Gleb Vitalievich Kuzmin, head of TV-Super.
- He asked if I would like to have a heart-to-heart talk program on their channel or something like that.
- Super! That's really super! What about you?
“Well, I said that you can basically try ...” Natasha said in a trembling voice.
“Would you like that?”
- What do you think?
- Who knows you! How many times have you refused seemingly wonderful offers.
- Most of which turned out to be a soap bubble. And here…
- He put an eye on you? So, man with style!
- In fact, he drew attention to me only thanks to your stupid poster at the station!
- Yah? So he’s not so stupid! - laughed Eugene. “Why don’t you eat?” Nagykin mushroom soup is a masterpiece!
“I know, and dreamed about him, but now she’s just not getting into her throat.”
- Then drink a glass of vodka!
- Yes, probably ... Well, I'm not driving here, come on!
- So, my sister can soon become a superstar on the Super TV channel? You have to drink for it!
- You are crazy! It’s too early to even talk about this. Kuzmin said that ... It seems that they have that same viper. They can easily eat me there. He said that he would suit me in private.
- Is it in bed, or what?
- At the first moment, I also thought so, but he was wildly scared! No, it’s just that the samples will not be in the studio, but in the cafe, where I will be interviewing his relative, Sizova.
- Actresses?
- Better! At least you won’t squeeze like you would in a studio.
“Of course, but on the other hand, what if it comes to the studio, will I squeeze so hard that I fail?”
“Why would it be?” Are you some kind of freak or an illiterate fool? You and IQ are all right, you worked on the radio, and on TV in general you will be incredibly beautiful! And you, most importantly, have your own style ... Nowadays it is very, very important. And anyway, Natasha, I always knew that sooner or later you will become a star!
- Come on…
- You are a fool, sister, you don’t know the price, you got married poorly ...
- Why is it so bad? Arthur is a famous lawyer ...
- Well, to hell with him! And my niece will always be Arturovna, some nonsense! Anastasia Arturovna, where does it fit?
“Twenty-five again!” Natasha laughed. “Arthur is not to blame for being called Arthur!”
- Not to blame! But when I received my passport, I didn’t have the mind to take a normal name.
“Don’t grumble, brother, I know that you don’t regret Arthur, but I spit on it, to be honest.”
- Remember my word - if you become a TV star, and you do become one, he will be so unhappy!
- But why?
“Yes, because a woman working on television no longer requires her to wash his shirts and so on ...”
“He doesn't demand anything from me.”
- And you do not need to demand! You yourself have always served him faithfully. And now you can’t, and I'm terribly happy about it!
- Zhenya, okst, you already think that my television career has taken place, and I strongly doubt it.
- Well, in vain! You must set yourself up for success, because if you do not believe in it, it will never be!
- That's right, brother!
... On the train, Natasha took out a tablet and began to look for information about the famous theater actress Veronika Sizova, Kuzmin’s cousin. This was a peculiar woman with a difficult acting fate, fame came to her at the age of forty, after the role of Lady Macbeth, played by chance, as a replacement, when the main performer was hospitalized after a serious car accident. It was on tour in Scotland, at a theater festival. The situation in the troupe was hopeless, and Sizov was released, as they say, from grief. But she made a splash! Eight years have passed since then, and over the years Sizova has outplayed a ton of classic roles. She was invited to the cinema, but one experience was unsuccessful, she categorically did not like herself on the screen and since then refuses to play in films and on television. Her character is not easy, she does not like to give interviews. And it’s not a fact yet that he will agree to participate in the trial of some unknown journalist. But if you nevertheless agree, you must not hit your face in the mud.
Natasha did not even notice how the train arrived at the Leningradsky station. And she was very surprised to notice her husband on the platform.
- Arthur? Something happened? She suddenly became afraid.
- But why? He smiled broadly. “I just got the time, so why not meet my beloved wife?”
- Well, thanks. How is ICQ there?
- ICQ? All is well. He does the lessons. A very solid girl is growing with us. And conscientious.
“Are you in a car?”
“What is the question, my love?”
- But in Moscow there are such traffic jams now ...
- So what? Do you think I will ride the subway? Yes, for any gingerbread! With modern gadgets in traffic jams, you can do a lot of things. Why are you so uptight? Something happened?
“No, it's all right.”
Natasha decided not to tell her husband about Kuzmin’s proposal yet. But you never know ...
- How is your brother?
- He is fine! Imagine, he met me with a sign: "The most charming brown-haired woman with an irresistible smile!"
- What nonsense?
- Why nonsense? Just a joke! Or do not you already consider me charming?
- Well, what are you, fool! Of course I think! Just not laziness more than an adult man to engage in such garbage?
- So, not laziness! - Natasha shrugged.
Of course, on the Garden Ring, they got stuck in traffic.
“Natul, will you be offended if I look at some documents for now?”
- For God's sake! - even Natasha was delighted. “I will work for now, too.”
And each went about his own business.
Forty minutes passed, and they all stood. And the computer reported that in Moscow there was almost a transport collapse.
Natasha's phone rang.
- Natasha, this is Kuzmin! Are you already in Moscow?
- Yes, I’m standing in a nightmare jam on Sadovoy.
- I sympathize! Natasha, could you come to Twin Piggs tomorrow at half past one, you know where it is?
“Yes, yes, I know, of course!”
- I agreed with Veronica, she agreed. If it works out well, we'll publish this interview somewhere. In some magazine. And, perhaps, let's go on the air. Do you agree?
- Of course. I will. Do you need makeup?
- The make-up artist will be. We have our own requirements.
- Yes, I understand.
- Do you have time to prepare?
- That’s what I’m doing in traffic jam.
- You are great! So tomorrow at half past one.
- Who called it?
- This is for work.
- I understood. But why are you so red?
- Just happy.
- Why are you so happy?
- Tomorrow I am interviewing Sizova. She rarely gives interviews. And then I agreed.
- And what is this question about makeup?
- They want to shoot this interview on camera.
- How should I know?
- And what kind of Sizov is this? What kind of bird?
- Veronika Sizova, a theater actress, recently received the Golden Mask and some other award, material for television is being shot about her.
- For television? And what side are you here?
- I do not know! I was invited, so do not refuse me such an offer, agree, it would be stupid!
A dull irritation grew in my soul. Why is it such a keen interest in her affairs? He either feels something, or ... he is guilty of something and wants to provoke a quarrel, so that as a result I would be guilty. He is an experienced lawyer and knows how to manipulate people.
Finally, the cork began to dissolve. Husband and wife had to postpone their gadgets.
- What's new? - asked Natasha.
- Nothing special. Mom has another migraine attack and all that goes with it. In a week I have a trial on the Mitinsky case. Yes, do you remember that guys will come to us tomorrow?
- Oh, completely forgot! Okay, I'll figure something out. Arthur, could you go with them to the restaurant?
“Why on earth?”
- I said, I have an important interview!
- Nothing, you have time! And then you cannot create such a precedent! After all, Kolyan will not be able to invite us to the restaurant, it will be awkward.
- Okay, then let's drive into Auchan right now, I'll buy everything and cook it today.
- No, not Auchan! There is now such a breakthrough to the people!
“Okay, tomorrow morning I will hit the market.” Although I may not have time to cook ... Well, we’ll go to the ABC of Taste.
“That's a glorious, at least, quite civilized place.”
- But there it is much more expensive than in Auchan.
“Honey, have you forgotten that your husband is making good money now?”
- It’s good!
Arriving home with shopping, Natasha talked with her daughter, who had already gone to bed, and then went into the kitchen to cook dinner for the “guys”. The friends were called Arthur's friends, who once a month would certainly gather at one of them. There were three “guys”, Konstantin, Kirill and Kolyan. Kolyan was a military doctor, Cyril a top manager in a large company, and Konstantin a fashionable architect. All of them were married, but met without wives. Natasha liked this friendship of men. There was something real about her. And men often came to help each other, which only confirmed this her opinion. When Natasha’s father fell seriously ill, Kolyan helped to examine him at the Krasnogorsk military hospital, and when it turned out that the results of the examination were very disappointing, he helped as best he could. And when his father was gone, Konstantin made a free monument to his grave, modest, but refined and stylish, which my mother really liked. Arthur helped Cyril's younger brother when he got involved in the lawsuit with his ex-wife, who intended to rip him off like sticky. Natasha believed that the ability to be friends speaks well about people and was very fond of the "guys." And cooked for them always with pleasure. And today, although all her thoughts were occupied by the upcoming interview, she prepared the filling for a large meat pie, and this time she bought the dough ready, puff, it was no worse than her own, but she would not tell Arthur about it. I set to cook red beans for lobio. Arthur peered into the kitchen.
- No help needed?
- Required! Open me all these cans!
- No problem!
- And take this pan to the balcony and put the bottles in the freezer!
- There is! Are you tired?
- Not really!
- Come on, I see! Nothing, we will have our next meeting only in April!
- It is comforting! Yes, Arthur, I’m tomorrow ...
“I remember you have an interview tomorrow.”
“I'll be busy this morning.” Take ICQ to school.
- No problem, I'll take it, and take it, by the way, too.
- Well, thank you!
“You don't have such a bad husband.”
“Have I ever claimed the opposite?”
- It happened, honey, it happened!
“Well, that's how I am over the years whoever I was - and a vile, and a whore, and ...”
- Enough! But in general, it's time to sleep, I miss you!
And he pointedly looked at his wife.
“Okay,” Natasha laughed, “now I'll take a shower and come.”
Everything is fine with us, even wonderful, she managed to think, falling asleep.
... Natasha did not remember the last time she was so nervous. Why did I get out of bed? Really so thirsty to get on television? Yes, like no ... Then what's the matter? Well, let's say I’m not fit for them, that my life in the profession will end? Of course not. And even if? What, the husband will not feed me? Yes, and my daughter needs me constantly, she persuaded herself on the way to Ostankino. Thank God we managed to get there without traffic jams. This is a good sign. Entering the restaurant, she looked around. Nobody seems to be there. She asked the waitress if anyone was waiting for her. No, there is no one yet. That's good. She ordered herself a cup of coffee. As soon as she took a sip, she saw that Sizova appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a very elegant tweed coat and in general she looked chic. Somehow theatrical chic, Natasha noted to herself and went to the actress.
- Veronika Valentinovna?
- I! And you…
“And I have to interview you.” My name is Natalya Zavyalova.
- Very nice, but what, there will be no one else?
“No, there must be someone else with a camera and ...”
And then a group of people burst into the restaurant. Girl with a big suitcase. Make-up artist, Natasha realized. A young man with a video camera, a middle-aged man, too, with some kind of equipment.
- Ladies, now we will make a face! - said the girl with a suitcase.
- I won’t give anything to my face! Veronika Valentinovna resolutely objected.
The girl gave her a careful look.
- Yes, you will only have to powder. And you, woman, be patient! She turned to Natasha.
“I will tolerate,” she smiled. “But it’s not right for us to do this ...”
- Big deal! Let people watch.
- No, I do not want, I’ll come up with something now.
Natasha talked with the waitress and they were allowed into the hall, which was now not serviced.
“And by the way, it's better to shoot here,” said Sizova.
“Perhaps,” the operator agreed.
The girl, whose name was Rosa, conjured for about fifteen minutes over Natasha’s face.
- Damn it, and you're a master! - said Sizova. - Just know, here it’s better to shade a little.
“I was going to, I have not finished yet.”
- You want to say - they don’t show half the work to the whole fool?
- Notice, I didn’t say that! Well done! - and she handed Natasha a mirror.
- Oh! Wow! She exclaimed. - Great!
- You are beautiful, infection! - said Sizova. And looked at the clock. - Let's work, I have a play today. How much is your interview designed for?
- For an hour.
- What format?
“Fifty-two minutes,” the operator answered.
- Go!
It was not an interview, but a duel. At first, Sizova answered fairly ordinary questions, and suddenly Natasha began to ask her about what she had not expected. At first she was surprised, then angry, then changed her anger to mercy, then she was even more surprised, and all her emotions were reflected on her face, they overwhelmed her so much that she could not cope with them. Natasha so skillfully built a conversation that pleasant questions were interspersed with unpleasant ones, and then Natasha gave very flattering reviews about the artist of the famous theatrical figures of Europe, and her acting soul again melted. The operator, make-up artist and administrator were only given a marvel. Natasha finished with the words:
- No wonder they warned me that it is always difficult with brilliant artists. It was not easy for me. Thank you very much, Veronika Valentinovna.
- Stunned! - said the artist. - Yes, you turned me inside out. I talked a lot too much. It must be cut. However, I’ll talk with Gleb! All the best, I'm in a hurry!
“You are great,” said the operator with a smile. - Difficult shot?
- Not that word! I'm like a squeezed lemon.
“It was so interesting,” said Rose. - Do you want me to remove makeup?
- No, thanks, this must be shown to her husband! - smiled Natasha.
Arthur and Aska were already at home.
- Oh, mom, how beautiful you are!
“Indeed, honey, you look dazzling!” Is that makeup?
“No, it’s just that I suddenly became prettier in a strange way, apparently, after last night,” she added, hardly audible.
Arthur laughed quite a bit.
Usually on the day when the “guys” came, Natasha took her daughter and went to spend the night with her friend, who also had a daughter, the same age as ICQ, and the girls adored these visits, as did their mothers.
“Mom, are we going to visit Aunt Laura today?”
- Sure!
- And dad will be ill with friends here?
“Like you said?” - rolled with a laugh Arthur. - Great! Yes, Asyuta, dad will be a bit ill!
Seeing her father’s reaction, the girl spoke with a sly smile:
- Arthur Bedokur!
He nearly strangled his daughter in an embrace of delight.
- Here the guys will rejoice! Yes, Natalya, how did the interview go?
- Not easy!
- Tired?
- There is a bit.
- And where will they show it?
- Well, if they are, then on the Super channel.
- Have you been given a disc?
- Not yet, but promised.
- And what are you so tense?
- No, it seemed to you.
Natasha laid the table, gave her husband all the instructions. Then she went to the bathroom and with great regret washed away the makeup. If the case burns out, she will have to make up her own make-up, she thought and then pulled herself away. What kind of nonsense? Who will do this program on television for me? Am I crazy, or what? I won’t fit them, I’m nobody for them. My face is not media. Yes, it didn’t hurt.
In the car, ICQ asked:
“Mom, why do we always leave when these guests come to dad?” Here they come, for example, on his birthday with other guests ...
- You see, Aska, men sometimes need to be together without women, it’s good for them.
“Do we women also need to be without men sometimes?”
- But what about! Sure!
“Is that why we go to Aunt Laura?” Because there are no men?
- Exactly!
- Will we buy a cake?
- But what about!
... The girls screeched into each other's arms and ran into Lyuska’s room to share secrets.
- Natasha, why are you so pale?
- Yes, it was a hard day.
- And what, it is necessary to get out of the house with a child? You just can’t stay in another room?
“Lore, why?” Let them be prompted alone, otherwise they will start to call me, and neither me nor they need it. I, Lor, such a story happened in St. Petersburg ...
- Story? How interesting! Tell me!
Natasha told.
“And he made a test right on the go?”
“Very suspicious, friend!”
- What is suspicious?
“He obviously put an eye on you.”
“Come on,” Natasha grimaced.
- But actually he is right, it’s time for you to go on television. There are few of them. Oh, how proud I will be!
- Lost her mind? What are you going to be proud of?
- you! People will discuss your programs, and at the same time you and your personal life, and I’ll say, by the way: “This is all nonsense, I know, she’s my best friend.”
Damn the ones on the side of the bow Catherine Wilmont
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Title: Damn those and a bow on the side
About the book “Damn those and the bow side” Ekaterina Vilmont
A sad adult tale with a good ending. The book "Damn those on the side of the bow" is written in the form of a dialogue, read quickly.
Anyone familiar with the works of the author knows that Catherine Wilmont writes for women. Ladies love to read it, especially when there is not enough love and joy in life. Che is a sin to hide, we all sometimes do not have enough. Therefore, the writer has so many fans. She knows how to amuse and inspire, to reassure.
The main highlight of the author’s books are the main characters - irresistible beauties, excellent housewives, excellent mothers and talented workers. In the proposed novel, such is Natasha. An ideal woman, and a husband a goat. It happens. The truth of life. This is a fairy tale for adults!
You will be amazed at the fact that Natasha relates to cheating on her husband. Totally calm. And this despite the fact that she is the first and last man, and she devoted her whole life to serving the family. So girls, wind up! Is it worth putting your own well-being on the altar of family life? They don’t value it, after all.
Perhaps that is why Catherine Wilmont decided to reason with the main character and send her a “pretty man” as a present, so that there was someone to take revenge on the unfaithful spouse?
And now, a married woman, as they say in the people, “took a walk”. And again, he calmly shares this fact with his mother. And she is a modern person, she doesn’t saw her daughter, she doesn’t preach. And it fully supports. Like, that's what he needs, cattle. Got Game
As the story unfolds, the author adds all sorts of peppercorns to the story. So that it doesn’t seem so sweet. Such a family tragedy as a love triangle not only did not break the main characters, but in the end led them to happiness. The saddest thing is that this happens all the time in real life.
A happy family at first glance is not so ideal. The female warriors do not sleep. Only now they are not at all to blame. It is necessary to blame those who decide to break the foundations of the family and go left. But, as you know, that is not being done, all for the better. If Natasha hadn’t caught her husband in the act, she might not have paid attention to Gleb. Although he was also married ...
In general, the heroes of the book “Damn those on the side of the bow” have to overcome many obstacles before finding a new love. But it's worth it!
To all her fans, Ekaterina Vilmont prepared a great gift. Now you have the opportunity to read and learn from the mistakes of others!
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