My city 2: The terrifying history Zhalovskoy, or the Spider. Dmitry Guéorguiévitch Borrony
heaved a deep sigh. He still loved this woman, loved for the fact that she saved life of his daughter, and hated for the fact that she did not tell it for all these years the truth about his mother, and for what she did not present to it the child. These two feelings mixed up in his heart, and he could not understand whether he loves it or hates? Yes, this question? They say, from love to hatred one step? This term as well as possible approached Roman. Looking on trust, he wanted it, wanted to be with it and at the same time what that its part hated it for all that grief which was caused by it to it with his mother.
Nobody can hate the parents what they were not. They are parents, and these were told everything. Roman understood it as well as possible. He was a parent, and understood that his children with what they did not grow up, will grow only under his education and Larisa. Depends only on education whom this little person will grow up? Roman told.
– I have children, I want that they grew up in full-fledged family. I do not want that they grew up as well as Vika. But there was a situation, not here. – he made a pause, then added. – I do not want that my children considered me the rascal.
The belief listened carefully to the husband and it seemed to it that he regrets that overslept with Larisa. He loved Vera! For all these years spent with it he became attached to it, and then fell in love. Having forgotten about Nina, he lived with her all these years in consent and love, it did not become clear yet that Vera cannot conceive. But whether so it actually? The belief told.
– Do you consider that this your children?
– Certainly.
The belief asked.
– And you did the analysis of DNA?
Roman was surprised.
– What for?
– That ж. – there began the story the Belief. – I did not want to speak as your late mother did not order to extend to me to this subject. – she made a pause, kind of training Roman for a surprise: – Matter in that. – she told. – That I can have children, and you cannot.
Roman was dumbfounded. It was in confusion. How could it occur? Why his mother did not speak to him about it? Then everything would be in a different way? It would never change Vera and the more so Larisa definitely did not bullshit it that this his children! Everything was differently.
Roman took an interest.
– Why right now you told me about it?
– Your mother. – Vera began to justify herself. – Told …
The novel having interrupted it the answer demanded.
– What did she tell?
– She told that you will be out of yourself from indignation.
The novel was in confusion. He could not understand in any way why Vera told it that it will be out of itself(himself) from indignation? Tell then Roman the truth, he would understand everything, but now? Roman asked.
– Interestingly, who could tell it?
– Your mother. – Vera answered. – She told me that I told nothing to you.
Roman thought. He could not understand why Nadezhda told it to Vera? The answer came by itself. The matter is that obviously she did not want that it had grandsons. She refused to become a grandmother at all, considering that in this case to it the old age will come, and she so did not want to grow old. Here also thought up a legend about infertility of the son in which all believed. Yes, Nadezhda was still that feature. However, to it to judge her. But we will continue.
The belief asked Roman.
– Did you well know Nina?
Roman was taken aback. Of course he knew it very well. He knew about it everything, all that he had to know about it. And can to it it seemed that he well knows it? The proverb is truthful: – Lyubov is blind. – Here and Roman blinded by Nina's love perhaps not so well knew it. He did not know that she threw it to save the child. And can do it was not it, and Natalia? Her sister, copy of specular reflection. Who is she? Who such Natalia? And why he sometimes remembered it. And even then, at restaurant, it named Nina by Natalia? What the general was at Roman with it? Nobody knew it, except Roman. And he was silent.
– Of course it is good. – Roman hurried to answer. Then he asked. – To what this question?
– I met Dimitrii – there began Vera. – He told me that Nina had a sister. She was called Natasha.
Roman thought. Well there was a sister? And what it? Names Natasha acquainted him with Nina, and that take and fall in love with her.
– I know it. – Roman answered. – I was familiar with Natalia.
The belief took an interest.
– And it does not surprise you?
Roman did not understand.
– What has to surprise me?
– That. – Vera began to din into the husband. – That Natasha did not appear at a funeral of the sister. It simply disappeared.
Roman thought. For all these years spent with Vera he never thought, and can did not remember this woman. Natalia. Nothing reminded him of it and when it met Nina again, that did not even mention, say, about her existence. What is it? Phantom? The ghost which disappeared long ago? And about whom all forgot long ago? On this question it had no answer. However it also could not be. Natalia was Nina's sister, and he wanted to marry her. But there was one question: – Where now Natasha? – and he demanded the answer.
– I do not know where now Natalia?
– Even there are no assumptions?
– No.
The belief thought. She never knew Natalia. About it she heard even not from Dimitrii. She read it in the text the case of Roman provided to it. In it it was said that Natalia disappeared during that period of life of Roman when he got acquainted with Nina. Nobody knew what happened to it further, nobody knew about its destiny. It sank into a non-existence, and was dissolved in stories of FSB.
The belief asked.
– It does not seem to you strange that Natalya disappeared at that very moment when you got acquainted with Nina? – then she took an interest. – It does not seem to you it is strange?
Roman watchfully asked.
– And to you that for good reason?
The belief pulled out from a handbag of the photo and stretched them to Roman. That having taken them asked.
– What for drawings?
The belief answered.
– This your pictures.
Roman was surprised
– Mine?
– Yes, yours. – quietly Vera answered. – They were made when you met Nina. – she made a pause and as if insisting on the, told. – Look who in these pictures?
The novel having looked at pictures, told.
– This I and Nina.
– You are sure?
– Absolutely.
She pulled out from a handbag still pictures and having stretched them to Roman, asked.
– And in these pictures who?
Having looked at the novel on pictures, with an absolute accuracy declared.
– This Nina and I.
Belief carefully asked.
– You are sure?
– Of course.
– No. – Vera told. – This not Nina, this Natalya.
Watching the novel at these pictures was at an easy loss. The same woman looked at it, but according to Vera they were two different women. In the first pictures Nina, and in other pictures Natalia was represented. The sister of