My city: the tragedy of one family. Дмитрий Георгиевич Боррони
My dear Vera! I long did not decide to write you this letter, but nevertheless after long crisis I write you these lines. Of course, you can not read this letter and throw out it on a garbage can. But listen to me before finally deciding that to us to do next.
You know that I always wanted the child. Wanted so strongly that did not see anything further own nose. I will not tell that only I was mistaken in this situation, we were mistaken in it together. You as well as I, wanted children, even wanted to adopt. But I always wanted own child; probably, God solved differently. Now I understood that he, perhaps, tested us, wanted to check our love not only to each other, but also to children. He wanted to learn, we are capable to fall in love with foreign child before bringing the. Agree, to love foreign child much more difficult, than own. Though sometimes native flesh and blood becomes worse, than the stranger.
Forgive me, expensive! If it is possible, let's start everything anew. As for my child from Larisa, it not mine. Recently I made the analysis on the spectrogram, and I was told that I am infertile on extremely measure two years. Ever since as we tried to bring with you the child.
Forgive me, expensive! Let's meet, we will talk.
Your Roman.
Vera Roman's letter
My dear former hubby, I am surprised that after you changed me with this, you dared to write me and to apologize? What you made, incorrigibly. You betrayed our love. Crushed it during that instant as went to bed to this… What? Now you understood? I hope that we, women, artful bitches. We always wish the fact that we want, and we receive it always.
Tell that our union meant to you? We spent a lot of time together. Really for all spent years you did not understand whatever was family, it always remains family. Of course, we had disputes, we could not come to unambiguous opinion, but all this trifles. It is only life. Family − here that the most important in life. Tell, tell if not to me, then yourself: what for you family? Only an empty phrase or something else? Really you did not understand that there is a family?
Do you say that you are infertile? But you all this time were sure of the return that it I, but not you are infertile. You forced me to be treated, of course, I and made and to your data recovered half a year ago. I wanted to report about it to you, but you did not want to listen to me, all blamed me for my not reproductive capacity, and it appeared, you are infertile, but not I. But the most ridiculous in this situation even not it, but the fact that you marry the woman who will hang up on you not your child. There is a hokhma! You wanted the, and received the stranger. Here life what! She all the same will achieve the. Laughter and only.
Belief.
Letter of the Novel to Belief
I of course understand your irony, I on your place arrived, probably, also. But in vain you are so. Life already punished me for my treachery. You are right, Vera, I did not appreciate what I had, and for it paid. You cannot believe how to me precisely. You are right, I grew blind. But I wanted just continuation some kind of! What in it bad? Of course, I not the Saint, but also you not sacred. I know about your affair with Victor. I know that you got acquainted on the presentation of its project, prior to Larisa's meeting with me. What? Thought, I do not learn? What, it was better than me or you were flattered on its state? You spoke about values of family and marriage, but neglect them.
Novel.
Vera Roman's letter
You are right, I met Victor on his presentation, but I with him did not change you. I very much love you to change you with it and with somebody.
This was only the presentation and only, I assure you, only it nothing any more. I with it had nothing, only a business meeting.
Vera who is still loving you.
Vera Roman's letter
The novel, I, of course, could tell that you became indifferent for me, but it not so. I, as before, love you though you also changed. But in it there is also my fault. It was necessary to tell you at once that I am healthy. Perhaps, all this problem then would not be. Yes, I am guilty of this situation and I do not exculpate with myself. It is possible if I told the truth, then all this situation was not.
You wanted to meet and talk, let's meet on our place. I hope, you remember where?
Vera who is still loving you.
Letter of Belief to Hope.
Dear Nadezhda, at your request I will meet your son and mine still the husband Roman. I do not promise that we will reconcile. Treason − is treason, and it is not so simple to forgive it.
I will report to you about our conversation with Roman in one of the following letters. I hope that he realizes that he made and will ask for me forgiveness. I, perhaps, will forgive him, but it only words. So, I defined to you nothing promise. I love your son and I do not blame him for what it changed me.
Yours faithfully, Vera.
The woman sat at herself in the room in a chair, watched TV. It was outside the window cloudy, thunderclouds sent all sky. The sun was not visible because of clouds. The rain, outside the window poured a rain. The woman read the letter. The hope put it aside, with relief sighed. She achieved the. The conversation between her son and Vera will take place. She was happy with it. The hope is not lost, can still change, and the family will reunite again. What can be finer, than a home? In my opinion, nothing the best can be. So consider many, including I so consider.
However, somebody can thinks differently? You speak about it, you express the opinion.
Chapter-6
Relative
Today good sunny day, after a yesterday's rain the nature recovered around. In the wood birds sang, morning dew on trees and bushes covered foliage with droplets of the night expected to fall rain. Clean air, the seven-color rainbow played in the sky, announcing fine weather and good joyful day.
I stayed at home on a terrace of my country. I had an excellent mood, just remarkable. Today Friday. End of working week. And at me it begins today. Having visited office in the forenoon, I stopped sorting correspondence and, having looked in the magazine of record of clients, I did not find there anybody to whom I could make an appointment for today. Day was so to speak, is empty, and I went to myself to the dacha to the village. It was by the Kazan railroad, on the Kurovsky branch of the railroad. It is the Shevlyagiino station. There I had a certain house with the site. The kitchen garden, the potato. What else is necessary? Around wood, nearby railroad. The truth the electric train goes once an hour, and even in general is cancelled. And so always. Who lives on this branch of the railroad, all the life is abused by the government and the Russian Railway that they cannot normally organize to them driving through this direction. And what's the use? Everything remains still: the electric train, both went once an hour, and there goes once an hour, and that will be cancelled.
But for the rest here it is good. In Kuzyaevo the church is near. The truth the plant in Kuzyaevo sometimes cuts the cheese, but where there are no plants?
Today to me there has to arrive mother. If not to cancel the electric train, then it will arrive at fourteen hours fifty minutes. And if is not present, then, obviously, only by the evening, at seventeen hours nineteen minutes. Yes, electric trains go here very seldom, to so send everything, and… But it, however, quite another thing so we will not distract and we will continue this history.
The Shevlyagino station was approached by the electric train, doors opened, and of the second car towards area went out the woman. By sight she was no more than forty years old. She was a beautiful and attractive woman. Her well-fed and sexual breast, her thick and long hair − all this said that it was in the prime of life. Called her Ekaterina Dmitriyevna.
I was glad to her arrival though time already about six in the evening; I was always glad when it came to the village. City problems all were forgotten, we could talk, about anything, nobody disturbed us here.
Today Ekaterina Dmitriyevna arrived to the village because it was