😉 Greetings to my regular readers and guests! Friends, everyone has their own destiny, which largely depends on their daily actions. But in order to receive, one must give. Here is a story from the life of a country woman, Valentina.
Destiny is character
First there were letters. How many she wrote them in different editions – only God knows. And then she called and offered to get to know each other better …
Three hours by train, another fifteen minutes by minibus, and then – across the field, past the pond under the willows – only three kilometers.
They were attracted by beautiful elegant houses. Near them, like lights, marigolds and calendula, proudly froze mallow and dahlias. I just wanted to step through the threshold – this is where they are waiting for me. No, the address was different.
And finally, Valentina’s courtyard. Really? The woman wrote that she draws beautifully, embroiders, writes songs, and performs herself. My creative imagination immediately presented an elegant house, and in it a caring hostess.
Unfortunately. Instead of painted gates, like the neighbors had, there was a pile of brushwood near the gate. The yard is not swept. Near the well is a shriveled mint bush. And here the hostess from the garden appeared.
– Masha just milked, – this is my nurse, – Valentina chirped. – And you, apparently, are the daughter of Dmitry, who wrote to me from Kursk?
Seeing my surprise, Valya immediately corrected herself:
– Oh, no, probably you are Nikolai’s sister from Rostov?
However, she did not care who and where: from the radio, newspaper or magazine, she wanted to confess.
Letters and accordion
“My baby, I have already written so many letters, but there is no result. Nikolai came here. Not a bad man. In a suit, with a tie. With a diplomat. Prominent. And he sings like! And then we started talking. The suit was given by my brother, and I borrowed the diplomat from a comrade. He looked at the house and said: “There is so much work here …”
Well, here is Dmitry. In the photo he is not like that, in life it is better. At dinner he said: “When my son comes here, he will see what house I live in.” In the morning he didn’t say goodbye.
And Ivan lives nearby, in the city. He wrote beautiful letters. Promising. Just read at least one, for a clue. But for some reason he does not go and does not go. I have already sent two telegrams, God forbid, something happened there.
And then she could not resist, got on a bicycle (Valentina looks like she is seventy years old!) And arrived at the indicated address herself. My telegrams stick out in the doorway. Even more agitated. That neighbor, a very magnificent lady, said that she and his wife had gone to see their daughter in Voronezh ”.
Valya took out an accordion and started a dreary melody. There is a difficult life behind him. Who knows why it happened. About forty years ago, my husband left for another.
– Imagine, he said: “You just have to sing, but the house is not swept, not whitewashed, dinner is not ready …”
“How can I help her?” – I thought, sitting among the trash in a room stuffy with dust and dirt. I remembered how a neighbor carefully watered the flowers. I could not resist, asked:
– Why don’t you plant flowers under the house, whitewash in the house?
But where is there. She didn’t want to listen. She knew for sure: “Somewhere he is. A man who knows how to manage, and most importantly, to sing beautifully, so that he has a soul. And to be ten years younger ”.
Who knows? Perhaps, in fact, everyone has their own destiny.
😉 Friends, I’m waiting for your comments on the topic: everyone has their own destiny. Why do you think Valentina is unlucky in life?