As two become one or Without me married me.

I will jump into the last car.
Long I gathered, thought to write a post on this competition or not to write...
Whether will be to someone it is interesting?
But, having read posts of other girls, in me some nostalgia perhaps woke up and I decided that I will write.
As they say, not victories for the sake of, and pleasures for. I will record, so to speak, these significant events on paper (well almost) and there will be these memoirs for my descendants.

I will write much most likely because from far away I will begin. It will be so more clear that to what. I have no photos of all events, therefore that to you it was not dull to read, on the course of the letter I will insert the wedding photos.

Generally, business was so...
I was not going to get married, from a word absolutely. Well at least at that time. I was nearly 19 years old, I did not get especially serious and long relations with guys, and all because was a stay-at-home and a little where went. My mother strongly worried about it: well as it, 19 years almost and anywhere do not go and anybody does not meet.
But her prayers were heard. No, I did not run on gulk and dances to look for the promised. He found me and came directly to me home. One my schoolmate decided to walk on old acquaintances, to ask how are you. And for the company dragged for himself two more friends, me not acquaintances hitherto. And, as it appeared, it and was our fatal meeting. Though first wedges to me were lined by other friend who became our godfather subsequently. Generally, from that day, on October 4, 1994, we began to meet.
It was pleasant to me and externally, and the never-ending positive. But I well was not going to get married in any way, even meanwhile such did not allow a thought. And here my Sasha in four months after acquaintance gives out that would like to marry me.
Honestly, I was a little shocked! Met practically nothing, it finishes study, I worked, but planned to arrive in absentia. To put it briefly, I began to dissuade him that he hurries that else can change the mind. And he was such persistent! And I told that I will think.


Several days I digested this news, then thought whether to speak to mother and what to tell, itself is not sure. But nevertheless told.
And one night the conversation between parents on some financial expenditure in the bosom of the family came. The father insisted on some purchase (I do not remember what any more), and mother not really agreed. I just sat aside and watched TV. And here mother as an argument gives out to the father: "Yes what purchases, your daughter marries!"
I again shocked by surprise, the father too in an easy stupor.
Asks:
- What, truth?
- Well, the offer arrived.
And... all! More me nobody asked whether I am ready, whether he want? They began slowly prepares: invited matchmakers (Sashiny parents), began to make lists of guests and all necessary...
No, well I will not tell that I was categorically against.
Just somehow everything happened hastily and started turning that I up to the end did not realize still that I MARRY! My mother so worried about me that I, being a stay-at-home, was not left the old maid, and they without grandsons what pushed me to a thought that why is not present? It is quite worthy option and the most important IT is pleasant to me!
And here from Sashiny relatives, just the opposite everything was. There only mother and the stepfather agreed with the decision of the son, and all numerous aunts in every possible way dissuaded him to marry in 19 years. But he insisted on the!


Zasvatali me, and at us it is accepted without fail, soon, literally in a month as my mother told the father that his oldest daughter marries. And then it became clear that in few months my Sasha will finish study and he will have to be taken away in army. Well such deal not really suited me and on family council was decided that it is necessary to receive a delay from service and therefore in our future young family we will not delay with replenishment and as soon as possible have to please mothers and fathers with the birth of the first grandson or granddaughter.
To tell the truth, here I just was not at all against. I always loved children, especially small. And I felt that I was ready to motherhood in the near future.
Actually it would be possible and not to write about these facts, but they will play still a role before the wedding.
Days flew one by one... My Sasha defended the thesis in April, and in May I understood that I am pregnant.
We submitted the application to the REGISTRY OFFICE right after the courtship, chose date of a celebration on June 24. So that I married already with the kid under heart, only the very best relatives knew. I remained a stroynyashka for a long time.

Preparations were well under way. My family lived in the private house therefore it was decided not to pay for rent of restaurant, and to equip everything in the yard of the house. Tables and shops Strugatsya, the canopy was under construction, products were bought... And somewhere by the way between all this we with mother got out to purchase of a dress.

The family was middle-income, new dresses cost much and was decided to look for something on consignment shops. In one shop I saw that I ooochen liked It it... printsessny was, with a crinoline. But upon its purchase there is no money left for all other obligatory accessories. Nearby options hung more simply and I having sighed went them will try on.
Both having put on the first and having looked at itself in a mirror, I understood, as without crinoline it is possible to look good. The dress was sewed precisely on my figure. Absolutely nothing had to be remade! Even sleeves turned out that necessary length, and that at me eternally a problem with long sleeves - they to me all short. Well, I was pleasant to myself.
To pick up accessories to a dress was already a trick, we quickly coped with it because having tried on the first hat, I understood that it is not my option in this case. Everything was farther simply and quickly.

And here day of H. Ostalas approaches week... and here I am hospitalized on preservation. Running forward I will tell that nothing terrible happened, low hemoglobin and pressure it was just it was not pleasant and doctors decided to be reinsured.
Well there is nothing to do - it is necessary, so it is necessary. I am in hospital I have a rest, and houses go the last preparations. Again WITHOUT me!
Whether for couple of days before the appointed date I approached the doctor and asked she will allow to go home me for the weekend? On what in reply I received a look of reproach and a monologue that I lie on preservation and is strictly forbidden to walk up and down to and fro to me!
- And I generally marry...
- (several seconds of silence) Excuse me? This Saturday?
- Well.
- So what you did not tell at once?

Generally, I was allowed to go home directly on the eve of important day. My future husband took me from hospital home, and itself left to spend the night to himself. (because sign!)
Oh, girls, I did not learn the yard! While I idled week in absolute rest, here turned so much work! Though I had doubts that all of them will be in time. But were in time!
And here new misfortune! It is unclear from where thunderclouds ran and the strongest heavy rain went. Simply wall!
I all in frustration what to marry on dirt. The benefit that my father in the yard built a canopy for guests so the rain could not prevent the festivities. But since the morning the sun began to shine and everything dried literally in a couple of hours.
While I gathered, dressed up, to the groom with the friend tried "to flog" my younger sister instead of me. (The next custom) the Groom, as usual, refuses and pays off from nevestozamenitel and he is given at last me.

While getting around to business, the last preparations before a trip to the REGISTRY OFFICE... And here dawns on me: and bouquet??? With all this turmoil we in general forgot that I need a bouquet of flowers!
Sasha, especially I could not go any more and as to choose that it is necessary for us. Sent the uncle, the father's younger brother with this mission. In a few minutes mother calmed me - it is possible to go, the bouquet already waits.
And there are I the house and on a threshold I am handed... BUKETIShchE! Well just it was difficult to call it a bridal bouquet.

Well just estimate scales!
The uncle chose the most beautiful, according to him, a bouquet and to them there were meter if it is no more, red gladioluses. Well though laugh though cry!
Time for purchase of a new bouquet was not any more and I went to the REGISTRY OFFICE with it. To hold such large object in hand, it, I will tell you, a difficult task. But I honestly kept a bouquet in hands all put time while there was a registration. And after its termination quickly alloyed it to someone.

About registration there is nothing to tell, probably the standard procedure, as at many. But here with the place for registration we were not lucky too. The building of the REGISTRY OFFICE was under repair and us painted in the recreation center hall which too already demanded repair. Therefore surroundings in a shot not the most partial. But frankly speaking, I then paid attention to it a little. Thoughts were absolutely about another.

But we will return to registration. Here to you one more incident. We bought a ring only to me, and my father gave to Sasha the because for a long time did not carry it. When fitting it turned out that it not absolutely its size, but quite tolerably puts on and removed. And here when the moment came to exchange rings, mine almost the husband quickly dressed to me on a finger a ringlet what could not tell about herself. For some reason to it I also quickly could not put on a ring. Whether fingers flowed, whether in gloves to me it was inconvenient, but as I tried, nothing left. So far Sasha himself did not put on it. And guests in a consequence joked that voluntarily fastened to himself a yoke and now will not get out.
Here is how time this moment of my "shame", so to speak.


Well and couple more of ceremonies.
Here the moment when we go into the bench hammer (this our national towel ornament) was recorded. It is a sign: who the first will come, that also will be a head of the family. Guests told that I was the first. Well it the onlooker sees most of the game was of course.


And here obligatory and very touching ceremony - bow to parents in acknowledgement of everything that they for us made.
Only lazy did not cry.



Well and solemn announcement us husband and wife!



When registration ended, we came to the square to be photographed.


And on this photo my cousins.


But all who in a consequence watched these photos for some reason thought that it is our bodyguards.

When were already going to go home, I suddenly remembered that my newly made husband did not take out me from the REGISTRY OFFICE on hands!
And I so dreamed of it!
Well not to be registered on new.
It just picked up me on hands and incurred to the car.
But with such eagerness and diligence rushed me to pick up that attacked the region of a dress having torn off a decorative ribbon, as it was captured on a film.



On an entrance to my house to us partitioned off the road, demanding repayment for journey.



It is direct on an entrance my mother met us by a loaf from which we had to bite off on a piece. It is the next sign too: who will bite off more, and main in family.



Well here my husband was rehabilitated and otgryz the piece after Bol of mine, so to speak restored equality.
Also it should be noted what so we on life and have: both of us are main, both we hold the ground so we suffer.

The wedding took place cheerfully: with dances, competitions, shouts it is bitter, theft of the bride, and then and her shoes, the first dance of young people in the rain from wheat and coins, removal of a veil and a povyazyvaniye of a scarf by the mother-in-law that meant that now I finally passed into their family... Generally, all as many, even had a fight as it became clear later. Well what Ukrainian wedding without a fight?

And for the second day there was a sale of a loaf for the amendment of the budget of young people and of course masked where without them.


And the next morning I... returned to hospital.
When I was written out in a week, from a wedding there is practically no trace left as if there was no it also.
Here so I married. Continuous incidents and incidents.

Who read an interview with me in the heading "Heart-to-heart talk", possibly remembers that I nevertheless got divorced in 15 years. But already in a couple of years our family reunited again.
Probably it is after all destiny which as tried to play a dirty trick on us on the main holiday of family life as if in every possible way hinting that we do not need to do it, and all the same brought together us together after separation having connected two stray halves in a single whole. And we set this result by the fact that now we have this happiness!



I hope you did not tire with the long story. But well it was impossible in any way.