I found myself in the center of a tangle of intrigue and gossip, although my house is generally from the farthest edge.
This is my second year enjoying life in a modern residential complex. I sold everything I could for the sake of this apartment. I took out a loan and owe it to many friends. And I haven’t regretted my decision to move here one bit.
Friends and family, to whom I announced that I was moving to the center, were shocked. Like, why do you need this area and this apartment? And then that I was tired of living on the outskirts.
The center is full of life, there are no problems with transport and there is always something bright and good happening. The best friend twisted her finger at her temple. They say, if you voluntarily get into bondage, you will regret it later.
Yes, I still have a very, very long time to pay off my loans. But I can walk to the main attractions of our city. And before work too, by the way.
Here, in the center, I finally feel at home. It’s safe, clean and cozy here. And in your residential areas there is always dirt, traffic jams and nowhere to go.
I really like our house and yard. The management company does cleaning twice a week. And this is full-fledged cleaning, not smearing dirt for show.
It is very pleasant to be in our well-kept courtyard. There are gazebos, benches and a large children’s playground. Over time, they promise to create barbecue areas and plant a large flower garden.
In the hall of the house there is a special place for strollers and bicycles. Now I don’t have to squeeze my steel horse into the elevator and drag it to the seventh floor.
In the evenings during the warm season, I like to work with my laptop in one of the gazebos, away from the playground. And I’m not alone, by the way.
Many neighbors also spend their evenings in the yard. People communicate, exchange news, read books or newspapers.
At first it surprised me so much. But now it’s okay, I’m used to it and I don’t even always notice that someone is sitting next to me in the gazebo.
True, I did notice that for several weeks now, most often the same young girl, almost a girl, has been next to me.
Modestly dressed, outwardly unremarkable. Wearing round glasses and always carrying a backpack. At first she just sat next to me, occasionally looking at me.
After a while we started talking. More precisely, she said, and I, surprised to the core, simply agreed or nodded my head.
The fact is that the girl always spoke on the same topic. That love can come suddenly, that it knows no barriers, that this feeling can sweep away everything in its path. And wife and children.
At first I thought that the girl was in unhappy love, and she simply had no one to share her experiences with. But then I noticed that out of all the people in the yard, she chose me.
He sits down, says hello and starts singing. They say you can’t keep your loved ones locked up.
“You see, he’s afraid to admit, afraid to say that he hasn’t felt anything for a long time.” And only with me does she feel alive,” muttered the strange girl.
I nodded like a Chinese dummy. I understand, they say, this happens in life.
And I thought to myself why she was clinging to me with this love of hers. I would go to a psychologist if I can’t figure out the situation.
On the third week of this madhouse, I couldn’t stand it and asked why she was telling me all this. After all, I have nothing to do with her or her lover, who, as I understood, was rushing between two fires.
The girl rolled her eyes at me:
– Well, of course, it’s you who won’t give Kolya a divorce! You blackmail him with the lives of your children and prevent him from becoming happy.
I almost fell off the bench and, it seems, even began to stutter.
– What kind of Kolya? Girl, are you out of your mind? I’m not married at all!
The stunned girl fell silent. For about three minutes we looked at each other like two sheep. Then they spoke to her at once.
It turned out that the unfortunate woman managed to fall in love with my neighbor on the site. I was familiar with him insofar as. Our communication was limited to a meager “Hello!” in the mornings or evenings.
And this scoundrel, damn it, lied to the poor girl like three boxes. That, they say, he is married and cannot leave his wife due to the fact that she is a real vixen.
One day, when a sweet couple passed by our yard, he pointed out to my friend that I was sitting in the gazebo. Look, look, my witch is sitting and watching over me.
The girl accepted the information, took it into account and decided to have preventive conversations with her wife, that is, with me. She hoped, so to speak, to get through to me.
When the whole truth came out, Anyutka and I laughed, this is how the girl introduced herself, for about thirty minutes. And then they went to the neighbor and gave him a beating.
I lost my soul, of course. And it’s a shame for the girl. Well, you have to come up with something like this. And even drag in a stranger, me.
We tore our would-be lover to smithereens. He will know how to fool good people.
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