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It is easy to love each other when adversity and difficulties pass you by. However, in real life Every couple's relationship is tested for strength at least once.

website collected 10 stories about people whose love is not afraid of trials.

One evening I realized how much you need to love women. In the underground passage, I helped my grandmother with her bags to go upstairs. She thanked him, then, after hesitating a little, asked to be escorted to the courtyard of the house. It turned out that my help was needed to get there quickly, since her husband meets her every time she leaves the house. A practically blind old man with a cane could barely move around the yard. He was going to meet his beloved and pick up packages from her from the store. I immediately remembered how often I refused to pick up my girlfriend from the store or from the train because I was too lazy.

At the age of 19 I lost my leg. Then I was dating a girl, we had love. She unexpectedly went abroad, she said, to earn money for us. I wanted to believe it, but I knew she was lying. At one point I told her that I wanted to leave her (she was better off). About a month later I’m sitting at home, the doorbell rings. I took the crutches, opened the door, and there she was! Before he could say anything, he received a slap in the face, could not resist and fell. She sat down next to me, hugged me and said: “Idiot, I didn’t run away from you. Tomorrow we are going to the clinic to try on a prosthesis for you. I went to earn money for you. You’ll be able to walk normally again, understand?” In this moment I had a lump in my throat, I couldn’t say a word... I pressed her tighter and just cried.

My elder sister got married. Very often her husband is capricious and makes a dissatisfied face, saying, “I won’t eat this: she didn’t cut the meat the way he likes it.” In these moments I remember ex-boyfriend sisters: she cooked chicken liver, and he always ate it, saying that he had never tasted anything tastier. And then it turned out that he had an allergy to the liver. He loved his sister madly.

After giving birth, my wife’s vision began to deteriorate greatly. She had been wearing glasses before, but then it got really bad. I didn’t have the strength to watch her suffer, so I took on extra work and found income on the Internet. I worked like an immortal pony and didn’t get enough sleep for almost a year. And here it is - it’s done! Saved up for my wife laser correction vision. She recently returned from the hospital and was surprised by everything around her. And I don’t care about this year, about the energy expended and sleepless nights! I have a healthy son and a happy wife, and that's the main thing.

At the age of 18, I was diagnosed with a small brain tumor. I thought I had cancer and would die soon, so I told my boyfriend that I would understand if he left me. To which he turned everything into a joke and replied that he could only throw me through his hip (he is a wrestler) if I started such a conversation again. As a result, the tumor turned out to be benign. Now I am 21 years old, we have been married for 2 years, we are raising a daughter. I will never forget his support in such a difficult moment for me.

Lately Mom has heart problems, I’ve been living with her for a week, my father has been on a business trip for a month. He was supposed to return yesterday. In the evening we sit in the kitchen, I look at her: thin, pale, beautiful. There is an icy calm on his face, and his hands are trembling. The keys are in the lock, dad is back. Mom runs to the door, clutches him, cries and says something unintelligible. He holds her close to him, and I stand to the side and smile. His love is her most important medicine.

I met a guy on the Internet. Cheerful, educated, good-natured. Plus, he has a very nice appearance. We talked on Skype for several years. After I realized that I love him. He reciprocated, but was afraid to meet. She insisted on her opinion and came to him a thousand kilometers away. It turned out that the young man was disabled. Can't walk. We spent three months together. We will submit an application to the registry office soon. For me he is the best, my Professor X!

I'm infertile. The first girl I was in a relationship with serious relationship, I didn’t talk about it for a long time, I was afraid, and when the truth was revealed, she just left. I went through a year of depression, then there was another relationship, but it ended in nothing. About six months ago I met a girl, fell deeply in love, kept silent about my problem, yesterday I told everything. I was ready for anything, and she looked at me and said that in the future it would be possible to take a child from the orphanage. I burst into tears, I want to marry her.
We recently moved to an apartment in St. Petersburg and started renovating it. When they dismantled the floor, they found a niche with letters: a woman, Anna, wrote to her husband Eugene, how they live with three children, how they survive, or rather, about how the city does not give up, about how they are all waiting to meet. The last letter struck a chord with me: “We are really waiting for you, Zhenechka. I can’t write anymore, I’m out of pencil, but I’ll think about you. Feel us, look at the sky and feel."
I met with the most ordinary beautiful girl, spoiled by a good life. It was easy and fun to be with her, and the means allowed her to satisfy her whims. He proposed to her, she agreed. But just a couple of weeks later I had an accident and was partially paralyzed. The pampered girl was my nurse for several months, loving woman and a reliable friend, despite how helpless and pathetic I was. She sold a lot of things that I thought she couldn't live without. I learned to cook because I needed special nutrition. She forbade me to apologize. Not a shadow of doubt, disgust or fear flashed on her face during all this time.

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Real life love stories that will not only make you think, but will warm your heart and even make you smile.

Today my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been blind for 15 years due to cataracts, told me: “Your grandmother is the most a beautiful woman on earth, right? I thought for a second and said: “Yes, she is exactly like that. You probably really miss this beauty, now that you don’t see it.” “Darling,” my grandfather answered me. - I see her every day. To be honest, I see her much more clearly now than when we were young.”
Today I married my daughter. Ten years ago, I rescued a 14-year-old boy from a minivan that was engulfed in flames after a serious accident. The doctors' verdict was clear - he would never be able to walk. My daughter visited him several times with me in the hospital. Then she started going there without me. And today I saw how, contrary to all predictions and smiling widely, he put the ring on my daughter’s finger - standing firmly on both feet.
Today, as I approached the door of my store at 7 o’clock in the morning (I’m a florist), I saw a soldier in uniform waiting outside. As it turned out, he was on his way to the airport, from where he was supposed to fly to Afghanistan by whole year. He said: "Every Friday I usually bring my wife beautiful bouquet flowers, and I don’t want to let her down just because I’ll be far away from her.” After these words, he ordered 52 bouquets of flowers from me and asked me to deliver them every Friday evening to his wife’s office until he returned. I gave him a 50% discount on everything - such love filled my whole day with light.
Today I told my 18 year old grandson that for all my school years I never got to the school prom because no one ever invited me there. And imagine - this evening, dressed in a tuxedo, he rang my doorbell and invited me to the school ball as his partner.
When she woke up from her 18 month coma today, she kissed me and said, “Thank you for staying with me, for telling me these beautiful stories, and for always believing in me... And yes, I will marry you.”
Today, while passing through the park, I decided to have a snack on a bench. And as soon as I unwrapped my sandwich, the car of an elderly couple stopped under an oak tree nearby. They rolled down the windows and turned on jazz music on the record player. Then the man got out of the car, opened the door and offered his hand to the woman, and after that they slowly danced under that same oak tree for half an hour.
Today I performed surgery on a little girl. She needed blood of the first group. We didn't have her, but her twin brother also had the first group. I explained to him that this was a matter of life and death. He thought for a moment, and then said goodbye to his parents and offered his hand. I didn’t understand why he did this until after we took his blood, he asked, “When will I die?” He thought he was really sacrificing his life for his sister. Luckily, they will both be okay now.
Today my father became for me the best father, which I could only dream of. He loving husband my mom (and always makes her laugh), he's come to every soccer match I've played in since I was five (I'm 17 now), and he provides for our entire family by working as a construction foreman. This morning, when I was looking through my dad's toolbox for pliers, I found a dirty piece of paper folded at the bottom. It turned out to be a page torn from my father's old diary, and it bore the date a month before I was born. It read: “I am nineteen years old, an alcoholic, a college dropout, an unsuccessful suicide, a victim of childhood abuse and a former car thief. And next month a “young father” will be added to all this. But I swear, I will do everything to make sure everything is fine for my baby. I will become for her the kind of father that I myself have never had.” And... I don’t know how, but he succeeded.
Today my 8 year old son hugged me and said, “You best mom worldwide". I smiled and asked him: “How do you know this? You haven’t seen all the mothers of the whole world.” My son, in response to this, hugged me even tighter and said: “And you are my world.”
Today I saw an elderly patient with Alzheimer's disease. He barely remembers his own name and often forgets where he is or what he said just a few minutes ago. But by some miracle (and I think this miracle is called love), every time his wife comes to visit him for a few minutes, he remembers who she is and greets her with “Hello, my beautiful Kate.”
My 21 year old Labrador can barely stand up, can't see or hear much, and doesn't even have the energy to bark. But still, when I enter the room, she happily wags her tail.
Today is the 10th anniversary of our marriage. My husband and I were recently laid off from our jobs, and so we agreed not to spend money on gifts for each other. When I woke up this morning, my husband was already up. I walked downstairs and saw that our entire house was lovingly decorated with beautiful wild flowers. I counted more than 400 of them - and he really didn't spend a cent on them.
Today I met up with a guy I dated in high school and whom I never expected to meet again. He showed me a photo of the two of us, which he kept in the lining of his helmet for those 8 years while he served in the army far from me.
Both my 88-year-old grandmother and her 17-year-old cat have long since gone blind. Grandma got herself a guide dog to help her move around the house, which is generally normal. But in Lately he started walking the cat around the house! When she meows, he comes over and rubs against her, then leads her to her bowl, sandbox, or wherever she sleeps.
Today I was horrified to see through the kitchen window as my 2-year-old daughter slipped and fell into our pool. But before I could reach her, our retriever Rex jumped after her and pulled her by the collar of her shirt to where it was shallow and she was able to stand up.
My older brother has already donated bone marrow to me 15 times to help me fight cancer. He talks directly to my doctor about it and I don't even know when he does it. And today the doctor told me that it seems that the treatment is starting to help. "We're seeing sustained remission," he said.
Today I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly turned around and said, “I forgot to buy flowers for your grandmother. Now let's go to the corner store and I'll buy her a bouquet. I quickly". “Is today some special day?” I asked him. “No, I don’t think so,” my grandfather answered. “Every day is special in some way. And your grandmother loves flowers. They make her smile."
Today I was rereading the suicide note I wrote on September 2, 1996, two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on my door and said, “I'm pregnant.” Suddenly I felt that I wanted to live again. Today she is my beloved wife. And my daughter, who is already 15 years old, has two younger brothers. From time to time I reread my suicide note to remind myself how grateful I am to have a second chance to live and love.
Today, like every day since I returned from the hospital two months ago with burn scars on my face (I spent almost a month there after the fire that burned down our house), I found a red note taped to it on my locker. rose. I still don’t know what it takes to come to school early every day and leave me these roses. I even tried a couple of times to come early myself and catch this man - but every time I found the rose already there.
Today 10 years have passed since my father's death. When I was little, he often hummed a short tune to me when I went to bed. When I was 18 and he was lying in a hospital room, fighting cancer, I was already humming that same melody to him. I have never heard it since then, until today in bed with my fiancé we looked at each other and he started humming it to himself. It turned out that his mother also sang it to him as a child.
Today, a woman who lost her vocal cords due to cancer enrolled in my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father, and fourteen of her best friends signed up with me to be able to communicate with her even though she had lost her voice.
My 11-year-old son speaks ASL fluently because his friend Josh, with whom he grew up since infancy, is deaf. It makes me so happy to see their friendship blossom every year.
Due to Alzheimer's disease and senile dementia In the mornings, my grandfather no longer always recognizes his wife. A year ago, when it first started, she was very worried about it, but now she understands what is happening to him and helps him as much as she can. She even plays with him every morning, trying to get him to propose to her again before breakfast. And every time she succeeds.
Today my father died of natural causes at the age of 92. I found his body in a chair in his room. On his hip lay three framed 8 x 10 photographs - these were photographs of my mother who died 10 years ago. She was the love of his life, and most likely, feeling his death approaching, he wanted to see her again.
I am the proud mother of a 17 year old blind boy. Although my son was born blind, this did not stop him from becoming an excellent student, an excellent guitarist (the first album of his band has already exceeded 25,000 downloads online) and great guy for his girlfriend Valerie. Today it younger sister asked him what attracted him to Valerie, and he replied: “Everything. She's beautiful."
Today I served an elderly couple in a restaurant. The way they looked at each other... it was immediately clear that they loved each other. My husband mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary today. I smiled and said: “Let me guess. You have been together for many decades.” They laughed and the wife said, “Actually, no. Today is our fifth anniversary. We both outlived our other halves, but fate gave us another chance to love and be loved.”
Today my father found my sister chained to the barn wall. She was kidnapped near Mexico City almost 5 months ago. A week later, police called off the active search. Mom and I came to terms with the loss and arranged a funeral. Our family and her friends came to them - everyone except my father. All this time he, without ceasing, searched for her. He said he loved her too much to give up. And now she’s home again because he didn’t let them go then.
There are two high school boys at my school who are openly in love with each other. In the last two years, they had to endure a lot of insults, but they continued to walk hand in hand. And, despite threats and frequent break-ins of their school lockers, they came to the school prom today in identical suits. And they danced together, smiling from ear to ear, in spite of all the envious people.
Today my sister and I were in a car accident. At school, my sister is Miss Popularity herself. She knows everyone, and everyone knows her. Well, I’m a bit of an introvert - I always talk to the same 2 girls. My sister immediately posted on Facebook about the accident. And while all her friends left comments and expressed sympathy, two of my friends showed up at the scene of the accident even before the ambulance arrived there.
Today my fiancé returned from an overseas military assignment. But just yesterday he was just my boyfriend... well, that is, that’s what I thought. Almost a year ago, he sent me a package that he asked not to open until he returned home in two weeks - but then his business trip was extended by almost 11 months. Today, when he finally returned home, he asked me to open that same package, and when I found inside beautiful ring, he knelt down in front of me and proposed to me.
Today, for the first time in months, my 12-year-old son Sean and I stopped by the nursing home on our way home. I usually go there alone to visit my mother, who has Alzheimer's disease. As we walked into the hallway, the nurse said, “Hi, Sean,” and let us inside. I asked my son: “How does she know? your name"? “Oh, yes, I often pop in here after school to visit my grandmother,” he answered. And I had no idea about it.
Today I found in our papers my mother’s old diary, which she kept in high school. It contained a list of qualities she hoped to someday find in her boyfriend. This list is an almost exact description of my father, but my mother only met him when she was 27.
Today at school I was doing a chemistry experiment with one of the most beautiful (and popular) girls in the whole school. And although I had never worked up the courage to even talk to her before, she turned out to be very kind and sweet. We spent time in the laboratory talking, joking, and in the end we still got straight A's (yes, she turned out to be smart too). After that, little by little we started communicating. Last week, when I found out that she had not yet chosen who to go to the school prom with, I wanted to ask her if she would go there with me, but again I didn’t have the courage. And today, when I was sitting in the school cafe, she herself came up to me and asked if I would like to go there with her. I agreed, and she kissed me on the cheek and whispered: “Yes”!
Today, on our 10th anniversary, my wife gave me a suicide note that she wrote when she was 22, the very day we met. And she said: “All these years I really didn’t want you to know how stupid and impulsive I was then. But even though you didn’t know it before... you saved me. Thank you for everything".
My grandfather always kept on his nightstand an old, faded photograph from the 60s of him and my grandmother laughing happily at a party. My grandmother died of cancer when I was 7 years old. Today I looked into his house and my grandfather saw me looking at this photograph. He came up to me, hugged me and said: “Remember, just because nothing lasts forever doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.”
Today I tried to explain to my two daughters, ages 4 and 6, that we would have to move from our four-bedroom house to an apartment with just two until I found a new well-paying job. The daughters looked at each other for a moment, and then the youngest asked: “Are we all going to move there together?” “Yes,” I replied. “Well, it's all right then,” she said.
Today on the plane I met the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen. Realizing that after landing we might not see each other again, I told her how beautiful she was. She smiled charmingly at me and said: “No one has said that to me for 10 years.” It turned out that we were both in our early thirties, unmarried, neither had children, and lived literally 5 miles from each other. And next Sunday, after we get home, we have a date.
I am the mother of 2 children and grandmother of 4 grandchildren. At the age of 17 I became pregnant with twins. When my boyfriend and friends found out that I was not going to have an abortion, they all turned their backs on me. But I didn’t give up, didn’t drop out of school, got a job, graduated from college, and there I met a guy who has loved my children like his own for 50 years.
Today, on my 29th birthday, I returned home from my 4th and final military deployment to distant lands. The little girl who lives next door to my parents (who, to be honest, is not little anymore - she's 22) met me at the airport with a beautiful long rose, a bottle of my favorite vodka, and then asked me out on a date.
Today my daughter agreed to marry her boyfriend. He is 3 years older than her. They started dating when she was 14 and he was 17. I really didn’t like this age difference then. When he turned 18 a week before she turned 15, my husband insisted they end the relationship. They remained friends, but dated other people. But now that she's 24 and he's 27... I've never seen a couple so in love with each other.
When I found out today that my mother came down with the flu, I stopped at the supermarket to buy her some ready-made soup. I ran into my father there, whose cart contained 5 cans of soup, nasal spray, tissues, tampons, 4 DVDs of romantic comedies and a bouquet of flowers. It made me stop and really think about everything.
Today I was sitting on the hotel balcony and saw a couple in love walking along the beach. It was clear from the way they moved that they were crazy about each other. When they came closer, I was surprised to see that they were my parents. No one would say that 8 years ago they almost got divorced.
I'm only 17, but my boyfriend, Jake, and I have been dating for 3 years. Yesterday we spent the first night together. No, we didn’t do “this” either before or this night. Instead, we baked cookies, watched two comedies, laughed, played Xbox, and fell asleep holding each other. Despite my parents' concerns, he turned out to be a true gentleman and the best guy.
Today when I knocked on my wheelchair and told her husband: “You know, you the only reason, why I would like to free myself from this squalor,” he kissed me on the forehead and answered: “Honey, I don’t even notice him.”
Today my grandparents, who were already over ninety and who had lived together for 72 years, both died in their sleep, not having lived without each other for an hour.
Today my father came to my house for the first time in six months since I told him that I was gay. When I opened the doors, he hugged me with tears in his eyes and said, “I'm sorry, Jason. I love you".
Today my 6 year old autistic sister said her first word - my name.
Today, 15 years after my grandfather's death, my 72-year-old grandmother is getting married again. I am 17 years old, and in my entire life I have never seen her so happy. How nice it was to see two people so in love with each other, despite their age. And now I know it's never too late.
Today in a jazz club in San Francisco I saw two people madly passionate about each other. The woman was a dwarf, and the man was two meters tall. After a few cocktails they went out onto the dance floor. To dance with her a slow dance, the man knelt down - and they danced all night.
This morning I was woken up by my daughter calling my name. I was sleeping in a chair in her hospital room, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her beautiful smile. She was in a coma for 98 days.
On this day almost exactly 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and another car rear-ended me. Her driver was a University of Florida student - like me. He looked very guilty and constantly apologized. While we were waiting for the police and the tow truck, we started talking and soon we were laughing uncontrollably at each other’s jokes. As a result, we exchanged numbers, and the rest, as they say, is history. We recently celebrated our 8th anniversary.
Today, when I was working in a cafe, two gay men walked in holding hands. As one might expect, a fair portion of the visitors began to openly stare at them. And then a little girl sitting at a table not far from me asked her mother why these two men were holding hands. Mom replied: “Because they love each other.”
Today, after we have lived separately for 2 years, my ex-wife We finally settled our differences and decided to meet for dinner. We chatted and laughed for 4 hours on end. And before leaving, she gave me a large, plump envelope. It contained 20 love messages that she wrote over these two years. The envelope was labeled “Letters I Didn’t Send Because I Was Stubborn.”
Today I had an accident that left a deep abrasion on my forehead. The doctor wrapped a bandage around my head and told me not to take it off for a week - although I didn’t like it at all. Two minutes ago my younger brother- and his head was also wrapped in a bandage! Mom said he didn't want me to feel unhappy.
Today, after a long illness, my mother died of cancer. My best friend, who lives 2000 miles away from me, called on the phone to at least somehow console me. “What would you do if I showed up at your house now and hugged you tightly?” - he asked me. “Well, I would definitely smile,” I answered. And then he rang my doorbell.
Today, as my 91-year-old grandfather (military doctor, medal bearer and successful businessman) lay in his hospital bed, I asked him what he considered his greatest achievement. He turned to my grandmother, took her hand and said: “That I grew old with her.”
When I saw my 75-year-old grandparents today acting like 14-year-olds in love and laughing at each other's stupid jokes, I realized that I had caught a brief glimpse of what real love. I hope someday I will be able to find her.
On this day exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman who was being swept away by the fast current of the Colorado River. That's how I met my wife - the love of my life.
Today, on our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, “I wish I had met you sooner.”
Today my blind friend told me at length and colorfully how beautiful his new girlfriend is.

Mitya and I got together when we both already had a child. His wife died of cancer, I got divorced. Our boys are the same age, his Vasya is six years old, my Kolya is seven. Well, that is, it was when we got together, now it’s more. The boys became friends, go to school together, study lessons together.

I am 24 years old. Now I understand that there are no brains. Everything was completely sad when I fell in love two years ago. At work I met a man four years older than me. For the first time in my life I fell in love so much. We didn't date for long - a couple of months. They seemed magical to me. The man really liked me. Two months after the start of the relationship, he was going to propose to me - there was only talk about marriage. I was all for it. I really wanted to marry the man I loved. And I almost got out if it weren’t for my mom.

I recently found out that my boyfriend has someone else. I found out by chance, he simply mixed up the numbers and sent an SMS with her name to my number. "Lenok, honey, how are you doing?" - and everything here is clear, because my name is not Lenok. I don’t know if they had anything (he denies it! and there is no evidence), but I got really angry. I'm not a fan of making scandals, but I've never felt so much pain in my life.

What could it be more beautiful than love in our practical world? In all centuries, poems have been written about her, books and paintings have been written, music and songs have been dedicated, lives have been thrown at her feet. There is no other more valuable, but also dangerous, gift of human nature. Love is both holy and dissolute, it is the muse for exploits and the reason for recklessness, the reason for war and for peace. It is impossible to list the areas where love rules the roost; most likely, such areas do not even exist. Once it is removed from the foreground, it is difficult to imagine what value will remain in human life.

But today we will talk a little about love in the genre of literary prose, about short stories about love or not so short ones. The author of these lines and books also turned out to be no exception; in the literary craft, and for him, love is the key moment.

Short stories about love are an amazing thing, both for the reader and for the author. Novels, as a rule, are large books, which take a lot of time to read, or even more so to write, which is in great short supply in our age. But in short stories about love, especially those that can be read online and for free, the main advantage is that they are short. The author can quickly try to make himself known, and the reader can even more quickly assess the degree of interest in a particular author. Of course, this applies not only short stories about love, but also short prose any other genre, but it’s no secret that the most intriguing stories, short stories, novels, are always about love.

After a short lyrical introduction or digression, the author will allow himself to move on to a brief announcement of some short stories, of course, about love.

Now the author would like to dwell on the announcement of several more works that cannot be named short stories, but suddenly they will become interesting to the respected reader. Everything is serious here, but, again, it couldn’t have happened without love and its intricacies.

So:

GANGSTER AND BANDIT. This time a humorous story about love, which also cannot be called short. The action takes place again in the USA, only about a century ago. Love young guy from the slums to his own beautiful wife, who longed to become successful and rich, was so great that at one moment she forced him to dramatically change first his life, then the life of his hometown, make significant adjustments to the criminal world, and only then did he have the opportunity to subjugate yourself an irrepressible other half.

Part 1. Alyosha.

On the eighth day of the hike, I realized that I couldn’t go any further. Despite all the guys' worries, the flu did its dirty work. The all-terrain vehicle tractor, for which I was the mechanic-driver, and at the same time performing all other mechanical duties, remained mothballed at the base until spring.

There was no one to carry me in their arms; everyone was already overloaded. Someone remembered that there should be a stationary weather station about 15 kilometers away from our path.

I resolutely refused to be accompanied, got on my skis, threw a backpack over my shoulders and set off under the doubtful glances of my friends.

Trouble always comes unexpectedly: the snow beneath me suddenly settled and I found myself waist-deep in water. There was an opening under the snow, and I managed to fall into it. Having lost my skis, I had difficulty getting out onto the snow.

I don’t remember how I made it the rest of the way. I only remember that at the door of the weather station I tried to get up, but my legs couldn’t hold me and I collapsed on the porch. I woke up quickly. The nimble girls' hands had already undressed me and rubbed me with alcohol. After 10 minutes, I was lying under two blankets and drinking strong tea and half-and-half alcohol.

I woke up late the next day. It was light outside the window. “Girls,” I called.

A young blonde came out of the room, dressed in a light gray jersey suit that showed off her superbly developed curves.

Please tell me where I can see the station chief and do you know that a radiogram was sent to the party that I arrived safely?

The blonde smiled and replied that the radiogram had been transmitted, and I saw the head of the station, Natalya Vasilievna Kuznetsova, in front of me. “And this,” she pointed to the second girl standing in the doorway, is my deputy, Liya Vladimirovna Volina. And we already know about you. You are a mechanical engineer of the geological expedition Alexey Snezhin - she paused for a moment.

Ivanovich - I suggested.

This is how I met two... I just don’t know the word. In general, with people whose fate became my fate.

Part 2. Natasha.

Leah and I have been friends since childhood. We lived in the same house, studied at the same institute and were inseparable until the 4th year. Together at dances, together at lectures, together preparing for exams. At the end of the 4th year, I married graduate student Volodya, who taught our practical lessons. After that, Leah and I began to meet less often. I was busy organizing my life, enjoying new sensations and feelings of physical intimacy with a man. I loved Volodya. We were young, healthy, and, after a short natural period awakening feelings (before marriage I was a girl), I selflessly surrendered to the awakened passion in me for love pleasures. Volodya was more experienced than me. Although he never told me this, I guessed that he had women before me. But his past didn’t bother me. I enjoyed the present. Before marriage, I was completely unaware of the intimate side of family life, that is, theoretically I knew what was happening between a husband and wife in bed, and sometimes my girlfriends, for the sake of boasting, told individual episodes from their adventures, but I didn’t really believe them, I thought they were deliberately making it up to embellish the factual prose of sexual relations. I did a little sports, was healthy, was always in the midst of friends and comrades, and felt the demands of gender weakly. Only in the last six months before marriage, when our relationship with Volodya moved from kisses to more intimate ones, at night I felt longing and mentally tried to imagine how it would all be. At one time I was tormented by the question of what I would call mine... and him... in front of him, and in what words he would tell me about his desire... me. In reality, everything turned out to be much simpler and at first we did not need words to indicate this. The feeling of intense curiosity after the first time was replaced by a feeling of slight disappointment. I was a little hurt, ashamed, and everything happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to fully feel it all. When Volodya felt my blood on his fingers, he kissed me, said all sorts of stupid words to me, but that night he wisely refused once again to try to exercise his conjugal rights.

For three or four weeks I didn’t feel much pleasure, thinking that it was just the way it should be. I made my nest, made various purchases, was proud of my position married woman among my fellow students and was generally pleased family life. But gradually I began to enjoy the visit of my “friend” to my “house”. “Friend of the house”, that’s what we began to call it, although for the sake of acuity, sometimes we called things by their proper names, but that came later and Volodya taught me almost all the words. He really liked it when I asked directly what I wanted. At first I just lay under Volodya, but gradually, with his help, I mastered other positions. I especially liked lying with my back on the high cushion of the sofa. Volodya stood on the floor in front of me and held my legs, giving them different positions. At some moments I felt a little pain from the deep immersion of his head in me... but it was a sweet pain, I endured it and even sometimes deliberately did so in order to feel it.

True, at that time I did not understand some of Volodya’s desires and avoided them. So, I was ashamed to do this in the light and generally appear naked in front of Volodya in the light. I also didn’t understand the desire that arose in him to kiss mine... I always covered her up, putting my hands under the kiss. Now, having become somewhat more experienced in these matters, I understand why Volodya remained dissatisfied. He was obviously counting on reciprocal affection, but I didn’t understand this, and he didn’t dare ask for it. I was brought up very much in this regard strict rules and could not even imagine at that time that between a man and a woman there could be any other ways of satisfying passion, except for the usual introduction of a “friend” into the “house”. In general, she was a naive fool, which life very quickly enlightened me about. I also didn’t understand Volodya’s desire to take self-photos during our “visits.” He brought photographs of similar subjects several times, but I did not believe that what was depicted in the photographs could give pleasure and enjoyment to a man or woman. I thought that this was being deliberately posed to arouse the feelings of those who would look at it. Volodya even became interested in collecting such cards and photographs. He sometimes looked at them, after which he became very excited and tried to quickly get me into bed. At that time, I was more satisfied with feeling my husband in my ..... than considering how others do it. Obviously, Volodya completely satisfied me at that time as a woman. I was “full” and when I had a desire to feel his movement within me..., he always met halfway and even in excess. We didn’t want to have children before I graduated from college and therefore sometimes protected ourselves with an elastic band, and sometimes when Volodya and I got tired of it, we simply interrupted everything at the very last second, so that the seed remained on the sheets or on my thighs and stomach. Volodya wiped it with his or my panties and they were quite often stained. When Volodya was interrupted prematurely, I always felt sorry for him, because he did not experience pleasure to the end. And at that time I didn’t know how to help him. But it was quite simple, I only found out later.

After passing the state exams, I had to go to pre-graduation practice. Having said goodbye warmly to Volodya, at that time he was just about to leave somewhere, I went to the station, where the head of the group was supposed to meet us with tickets. To our great joy, he only got the tickets the next day, and the whole group of us went home. Knowing that Volodya was not at home, I opened the door with my key and entered the corridor. Volodya and I had an isolated one-room apartment. I put my suitcase down and started taking off my coat, and suddenly I heard Volodya’s voice. Wanting to please him that fate had given us the opportunity to spend another day together, I quickly entered the room and...