One wedding, masked and the cat eating sausage)))

Hello!
I thought, thought, and decided to tell about the wedding too, especially, there was it long ago, so, for youth will become in wonder.

So, 20 years ago, in 1996 we decided to get married with my boyfriend. I during that time was 19 years old, to him – 21. You do not watch that we were such young people, we were on friendly terms at that time even five years, plus I, the heroine, waited for it from army (though all said that silly).

Weddings we with the husband did not want any from the word "in general". In the country then there was a mess, salaries pensions did not pay what here a wedding!
But parents of the husband and my sisters rose on racks: how it do not we krovinochek marry the family and we will not give in marriage? Magic: "What will people tell?" was a key link.
Having understood that business will not do without wedding, steel prepares for it. And here rushed …

First, long could not buy a dress. Here or very expensively, or not my "fasonchik". Everything was complicated by the fact that in me to height of 158 centimeters, and, probably, only tall maidens married then.
We even went to the neighboring cities – everything is useless! And already, having waved on everything a hand, went to shop to buy though something. I tried on then dresses eight-ten – as the woman on a teapot, is even worse.

Eventually, the seller says: "Try on this!", also shows on some sadly hanging rag. Having writhed a mug, I got into this dress and stood: shito directly on me! Podjyubnik made still best of all. Mine is unambiguous!

Passed to a headdress: I wanted to the fop. With a hat since the childhood there was an unpleasant association: saw on a photo the bride in an awful hat.
I measure one veil, another – by! Having sighed, I show on a hat: "Give!" and … Yes, it it!

With shoes in general it was ridiculous: is not present in the city of white shoes though burst! Is more true, but they only for a wedding, and it is necessary to me then to wear them still. Every other day we go and we ride shopping, we wait … Finally in a week before a wedding we go to some tiny little shop on the outskirts of the city and we find the only pair of white shoes. And my size. Almost. So it turned out that one shoe was 36.5 sizes, and the second – 37. Sellers only make a helpless gesture: last couple!

There is nothing to do, took. Running forward, I will tell that shoes were cool: and carried a wedding in them of an otgulyal, and then a few years more in the summer nearly constantly – very much they were pleasant to me.

Our rings were made of one – a thick wedding ring of the great-grandmother of the husband.

Wedding walked in the canteen of the enterprise where the husband worked (on account of salary bought for two days). Did a hairstyle and a make-up itself by means of the sister's girlfriend.
Guests there was a heap, especially from the husband. Some, by the way, at a wedding I saw the first and last time.

I danced so that legs then week hurt. And what – married!

In the evening we went to the room to the hostel (the husband directly on the eve of the wedding was given), the benefit, nearby – only across the road to pass all. The cars passing beep, drivers shout to us something, we wave a hand – an excellent razvlekalovka!
Here someone says to my husband: "And it is weak to you the young wife on hands home to bring?". Well, bad business – simple: seized me on hands and incurred. Meters three hundred, and then on the second floor still. The most ridiculous: it with me on hands a key opened a door to the room!

Seeing off at us sat, surveyed our nine square meters, banged about a floor a wine glass "for luck", and so far the husband saw them, I swept out splinters. Directly in a wedding dress, aha.

Went to bed. I already dozed off as suddenly I hear: someone champs. Thought, the husband. No, he lies nearby, snuffles. I awake him: "We someone in the room have Sash!". It appeared, the neighbour's cat made the way while guests were, climbed on a window sill and quietly eats our sausage which to us for breakfast was left.

The second day began with the fact that we went to the house of parents of the husband. I was hidden reliably there (packed into some cardboard box and from above showered with rags). And while I cuckooed there, the people had fun: my masked relatives with songs dancings on the city walked (went from the sister to the husband's parents),

Sashina relatives celebrated this significant event and were photographed. Even the bride new to it cooked up!

And then I went behind water. Really: with yokes and buckets. In a column. Now would not go for anything! Oh, times, oh, customs! (c)

Probably, will seem to you strange, but I seldom remember our wedding. Without a doubt, this "fiddle while Rome burns" was superfluous. Still I do not understand desire to show off another and to prove that "we can too". What for? To whom was it necessary?

By the way, I sold a dress in a couple of years what I am not sorry about: on the gained money bought the daughter a fur coat. The hat lies in a case at the mother-in-law: daughters sometimes take it, try on, play the fool.

We only in the unpacked option, have a photo also a film, but to digitize we it did not become. The husband says that for grandsons great-grandsons also these pictures will be enough, and it is more they and are not necessary.

I will sum up the result: the only plus of a wedding is my husband whom I love already 25 years. Being a fourteen-year-old little girl, I fell in love with him and every day my feeling only becomes stronger. This is that person from whom I wanted to give birth to children, on whom it is always possible to rely and near which I want to grow old.

Py. Si. I hope, I not strongly tired you with the opus?