Waiting...)

"Being a person decent and brought up (me), the husband always calls me at the end of the working day and reports that he goes home.
Well, that the wife managed to expose the lover, to replace bed linen and to take a shower. St. Petersburg intellectuals, whether nothing. To go to it to the house the whole hour therefore I all am in time and we have a good, strong family based on mutual trust and respect.
And here, so on Saturday. Calls, without changing a good tradition, says what leaves. Perfectly, I answer, now I will show the door a platoon of polyubovnik - whom at a door whom in a window, - yes I will weld on to you upon a dinner of potato tubers. Come, darling, I wait. And suddenly like a bolt from the blue:
- I not one will arrive, by the way - and is disconnected.
Well holy moly. Here what I do not love, so this cherry jam, dandruff and uninvited visitors.


I had an unlucky day, I went to the father, and, in public transport, there all enraged me (one grandmother seven times dropped to me on a leg the cart with bricks; I departed, crawled away, turned aside, but the grandmother caught up with me, threw in me the cart and apologized).


Talked to father's doctors hour two, too so-so pleasure. Went to the other end of the world behind the purchases ordered in online store, wore out all legs, while found this cellar mislaid in the yards, and then it became clear that all of them mixed and brought my pokupochka not to that pickup location (I even did not use foul language almost, only looked at them reproachfully from under the lowered eyelashes, and to me promised to bring everything directly home directly since morning tomorrow at once. (Brought).


Generally, after all this I come home, I intend to sit down, to extend legs and to spend pleasant evening to the companies of a pan from teftelka, and here I am called by the husband and reports that not one will arrive.


At first I thought: yes well to hell, I will sit embracing a pan, I was tired and called nobody and who brought the guest, that and dances him. Also has supper.
Then thought: not, will not give a ride. It for certain someone from the husband's employees.
And then will fray behind the back: and at it the wife even tea of the guest did not give to drink, all sat from teftelka and a sad ugly face, and at dust on corners and the pocket at a dressing gown is torn off.


Sighed, rose, swept the floor, took off a dressing gown, put on jeans and a t-shirt, went to cook potato, carrot and eggs on Russian salad.
Everything cooks, I cut a cucumber meanwhile and I think: and well as it is not just the employee, and that newcomer about whom the husband told recently. That he is similar to Fox from "Meeting place", with a dimple on a chin and to women it is pleasant, and still goes to the gym each day off and cubes at it on a stomach such that it is possible to play chess.


Generally, judging by the description, I would resemble the boat there and ate couple of queens. And here now such beauty will come to my house, and I and to tea have nothing.
It was started turning a spinning top, threw a cucumber, grabbed apples, began to clean for apple pie.
I clean and think: and from what I in general took that it is the man? And well as is not present? Perhaps the husband will bring the lady with magnificent challah on the head and a brooch on a roundish breast now, and will tell:


"Here, it is Eleonora Kapitonovna, I secretly live together with her 17 years, we have five illegitimate children - two boys, two girls and Illarion, - and I consider that it is time for you to get acquainted".
And Eleonora Kapitonovna eyes about the room - zyrk, zyrk. And on a computer table a mess. And floors are not wiped with a damp rag.
And windows are not washed. Eleonora Kapitonovna fastidiously will be wrinkled, will take our joint husband by hand and will tell:
- Let's go, darling, to me forever from this pigsty, at us is for dinner of a fuagr and fritter. And all. The fuck-up, will take away my one and only source of income in the unknown direction.


To me even poplokhet from such thoughts. What here, think, apple pie - windows should be washed urgently.
To put it briefly, to arrival of the husband I had both an apple pie, and Russian salad, and the room sparkled, and on a table an order ideal. Wanted to wash still windows, to re-stick wall-paper and to wash-stroke-hang up curtains, but alas.


There comes the husband. One. I was even upset.
And where, I think, Fox with Eleonora Kapitonovna? I nearly died, their ozhidayuch.
You, I speak, told that not one you will arrive?
And it is such: and and, nearly forgot.
Also gets from a package of a teddy bear.
To Tvayuzhmat.
And I practically in a ball dress and with a loaf, welcome.
However, the bear is better, than Eleonora Kapitonovna" (c)

Vitalia Yapritopala