🙂 Greetings, dear readers! Everyone knows that the best teacher in life is Life itself. For many, life lessons come at a very high price. For example, like in this story.
Vadim Petrovich
We met Vadim Petrovich recently. I was a third-year student, he taught the discipline “Psychology” with us. I fell in love with him without memory! A tall, handsome and sleek middle-aged man. There was no wedding ring on his finger. And I naively believed that this handsome man was not married.
I began to flirt openly with him. I lingered for a long time after lectures with stupid questions. I did not miss a single additional lesson and always passed all tests perfectly.
As a result, a holiday has come on my street! Vadim Petrovich invited me to dinner at a cafe. That same evening I seduced him. After dinner we went to his house. EVERYTHING happened there.
Since then I have become his mistress. I was happier than ever! We often lay in the evenings and chatted about everything in the world. Evenings like these gave me hope that it would be for life.
“Blue Beard”
Inspection of the apartment of a loved one showed that he lives absolutely alone. In his three-room apartment there was one closed room where I could not enter. Just like in the fairy tale “Bluebeard”. Vadik said that old things and building materials for repairs are stored there.
It never occurred to me to look into the passport of my loved one. In my thoughts I was preparing to become the wife of a professor, I read on the Internet how to behave correctly in high society.
I almost did not communicate with the girls at the institute, only Igor remained next to me. He has been dragging me since the first year. A small, slender bespectacled man. I’ve always laughed at him. And he never took offense. He constantly brought stupid daisies and kissed my hand. Until recently, he did not believe that I was having an affair with the professor.
I soon found out that I was pregnant. With happiness I was in seventh heaven and imagined how my Vadik would be delighted! After all, he is already 47 and has no children.
The long-awaited Tuesday arrived, and I came to the psychology class, hoping to talk to Vadim. However, instead of him at the table sat a stout aunt with a bun on her head and with disgustedly pursed lips. After class, I took a taxi and went to Vadim’s home. I decided that he was ill, which is why I did not come to work.
The door was opened by a beautiful woman of about 35. When asked where Vadim Petrovich was, she replied that her husband had gone to the store. Screams of children were heard from the apartment, two children were arguing. Mumbling something about the notes, I excused myself and ran down the stairs.
At the entrance door, we ran into Vadik. I slapped him in the face and ran out into the street. It turned out that “Bluebeard” kept the things of his wife and children in the same secret room, where I was not dear.
Mama
After 4 days I was already on the train. I dropped out of college, rented out a place in a hostel, and went back to my village. To Mom. I needed my mom so much! In the village, I immediately found a job as a salesman, where I worked until the very birth. Mom didn’t ask me about anything, I told my story myself. She named her son Yegor.
Igor
Once Igor appeared on the threshold of our house. At first I was confused, and then I was delighted. He said that it was with difficulty that he got hold of my address, had a fight with Vadim Petrovich and came to pick me up.
A thin and small bespectacled man offered to marry him and adopt a child. I agreed. We drove back to the city. Three years have passed. My husband began to reproach me with the child and the fact that I had a relationship with Vadim before him. I had nowhere to go, since my mother died, her sister took her house, and Igor had his own apartment in Moscow.
Igor started drinking. Often he raised his hand to me. After Yegor, I could no longer have children, and this also angered my husband, although he knew about it from the very beginning.
Once, when he was very drunk and rushed at me with his fists, I pushed him hard. It was summer heat, the wide window was open. It so happened that Igor slipped and fell out the window …
I became a widow. I only blame myself for everything. If only I had the brains and experience then, as it is now. I never married again. The son has already grown up and thinks that his own father is Igor. And I am silent about what happened 20 years ago.
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