I don't need sad looks.
,
.
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
Let's go to the sea with you,
Let's count all the stars in the sky.
I learned to live not seriously.
It's good that you don't believe me.
I learned to live not seriously.
We learned to live without each other,
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
Let's not say goodbye to you
We don't need sad looks
And we are not destined to meet
After all, I now live in Leningrad
And we are not destined to meet
After all, I now live in Leningrad
We learned to live without each other,
It doesn't matter what you say!
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
We learned to live without each other,
It doesn’t matter what you say!
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
And if you want to lose a friend,
Tell him that you love him.
It’s sad, but that’s exactly what happened.
I'll start from the very beginning.
I had good friends, even intimate relationships. At one time we communicated constantly, then less often. Then it happened that they had to leave our city to live with their parents in the region: they had just graduated from college, the child was small, renting an apartment was expensive, and no one really had a job. That means they left for their small homeland. We settled in well there. Her husband started running his own business (he’s generally a smart guy, it’s as easy as snapping his fingers to build a client base). We called back periodically (on birthdays - necessarily, on New Year's too, and other holidays - so SMS). They came to us 2 times a year on their way - to their sister, and to us at the same time. So not for long - no obligations, just chat for 15 minutes and see each other.
One fine day this same husband of hers (I don’t want names) calls me and says, so and so, I got a job here, maybe we’ll all move here soon. He said that his wife was expecting a second child, they just found out. We rejoiced together. I told my husband, he was also very happy and asked him to congratulate him and invite him to visit. Well, her husband and I called back a couple of times.
And here it is, the beginning of my story: He calls me again and says: “You can’t lend me money. I crashed my car, I don’t want to tell you about mine yet, I’m still pregnant, you know, I’m afraid.” This is where my intuition kicked in. Of course, although there was no extra money, they could not lend very much. In the evening I told my husband, he scolded me a little, well, in a kind way: “There’s only one person here, there’s no one, it’s hard. I still had to give it.”
In general, I am an essentially impressionable person who worries about everyone. And then I really started to feel tormented. In general, I called a friend and said that yesterday they gave me an advance - we can borrow a little. He was happy, I asked how much he needed. They answered me: “Well, how much will you give. I generally need 10, but at least how much already, otherwise I’ll go home for the weekend and at least get the headlights repaired.” Well, I say, come to work. I'll give you 3000. I just saved it for my husband's anniversary. I decided not to tell my husband, especially since my friend promised to return me in a week.
She asked me to return it no later than 2 weeks, because it was my husband’s anniversary and he needed the money. He almost swore, thanked him and ran away.
My husband’s anniversary has passed, there is no money, my husband is without the gift I had planned. I called before and after the anniversary: “I can’t do it yet. I had to go home, I don’t have any more work. Wait a little longer, please.”
That's it, the phone no longer answered, was not available, etc.
A month has passed, it’s his wife’s birthday - I call, pick up the phone, congratulate him from the bottom of my heart, I say. I know about the baby, we’re discussing who it is and all that. Then I decided to tell her everything. She says that she didn’t even know, but she will definitely give it away. Then her phone went off, too. I even called her at work. so that I could find a home one and give it to my parents at home - I even caught her a couple of times. She told me: “Well, you know, I’m on maternity leave now, I have no money at all. Wait a little longer.”
In general, almost 4 years have passed since then (at the end of February I will note that I am a sucker) and, as you yourself understand, no answer, no hello.
All this time, I periodically looked for them on different social networks (since it was useless to call, but I would like to remind them about myself), but no one!
November 1 was her husband’s birthday, so I remembered about them again and, lo and behold, I found HER among my classmates! In general, I did the first thing that came to mind: I wrote: “Hello! How are you?” Maybe, of course, it wasn’t worth it... I didn’t wish her a happy birthday - it was somehow insulting, I called her the last time I told her that she shouldn’t hide because of this. Let's at least write text messages for the holidays and how are you in general, like boys. And she answered me - there is no phone now and I don’t know when it will appear. In general, I wanted the best, but it turned out as always...
Sorry for the confusion and many letters. I just wanted to talk. I perceive this whole situation with pain in my heart. We communicated so well. It's a shame that you can just not give a damn about a person.
I don’t even know what this entry is for... I just wanted to speak out... How many times have I tried to let go of this thought - well, like let it be a gift for 2 children, but in response: isn’t it a little fat... I, of course , I will soon forget about this debt again. But 2 times a year: April 8 (her birthday) and November 1, this trouble happens to me again.
Thank you all again for your attention.
This maxim is not new and I think that many have encountered this topic more than once in their lives.
And I’ll tell you about myself, because everyone has their own experience, and therefore it’s interesting to learn other people’s details and details.
And then - suddenly this will be useful to someone, although I understand that other people’s mistakes cause a sarcastic smile: well, this definitely won’t happen to me, but still.....
In general, the story is this: through my friend, I met an interesting lady - a French teacher. A girl about my age is bright, dressed interestingly and unusually, with a silk rose on her shoulder, polka dot shoes, she is blonde and her lips are painted with red lipstick! What I love in people is not to be like others and not to be ashamed of their inner original impulses.
So, word by word, we met and became friends. She, among other things, turned out to be both smart and a hospitable hostess. Whenever you drop by for a visit, following the old Soviet habit of coming in without a special invitation, there are immediately pies, tea, liqueur, and sausage with cheese on the table. Sheer bliss and spiritual pleasure.
She treats him and begins to talk about herself: how frivolous her students are, how envious the teachers are, and how difficult it is for her to find a worthy husband for such a beautiful and smart woman. And she says this for two hours without a break. I can't insert a word. Well, I keep quiet, shove another piece of fresh, delicious pie into my mouth and just assent, and tirelessly shake my head from top to bottom, like a Chinese bobblehead.
And we also have common interests: both she and I sew all sorts of suits and dresses for ourselves. That's why she flaunts fantastic skirts and raincoats to the envy of all Parisian fashionistas. And I embroider blouses in the Art Nouveau style and tie lily necks with beautiful scarves made by my skillful hands.
And always, when we meet, we share the latest updates and information: where, how much, whether they still have it or have already run out, and how much is needed for a chic dress - well, everything in the same spirit.
I respected her very much for her numerous talents and for the correct words about decency and loyalty.
My husband, a great Russian artist, also loved to visit her. He didn’t particularly delve into our women’s conversations about buttons and lace, but leaned heavily on liqueur and sandwiches. I think that he liked her, and if I weren’t around, he would also try to become a good conversationalist for her, not only during the day, but also in the evening, smoothly flowing into the night. But I strictly followed this and it didn’t go to extremes. Moreover, she behaved calmly, did not flirt and did not move her eyes.
And so we became friends, we became friends. And suddenly one day she says: they are offering me a trip to Paris at a discount, although I teach French, I have never traveled to France. And I want it that way.
Well what do you think? Of course, as a warm-hearted person, I am always ready to help a person in difficult times.
I say: I have an aunty at work, she has money. I'll ask if he can lend you money. How much do you care?
- Yes, for two months. I think I'll twist it and give it away.
And so I, a trusting soul, went to Vera Pavlovna and began to ask for a loan - 600 dollars. She was very surprised, but gave it. She said: exactly two months!
My dear friend flew to Paris, and I, pleased that I had so cleverly arranged someone else’s fate, began to wait and wait for stories and souvenirs.
My French girlfriend returned - happy, contented, all in Parisian new clothes and perfume. She treated me to Camembert, gave me a keychain with the Eiffel Tower and began to show off the jackets she had bought that were chic in her opinion, which she would quickly sell, earn money and pay off my employee.
But it turned out that no one needed such super fashionable jackets. Business did not take off, and the issue of debt hung in the air. Two months have already passed, and my friend says: well, I don’t have any money! What can I do?
This answer plunged me into deep despondency (that’s what the classics say when you want to tear and throw). I looked at her with all my eyes and couldn’t believe that she could let me down with such calmness.
Yes, borrow a little money from 20 friends and pay off someone else’s debt! Yes, sell your gold or something else. But is it really possible to do this to me? After all, if you don’t give the money, then I have to give it instead of you! Where do I have so many dollars? The salary is small! Where is your talk about honesty and decency!
In general, my childhood gullibility cost me a lot of sleepless nights, gray hairs and tears. Both my mother and my husband scolded me with the last words, and no one sympathized with me or helped me.
Vera Pavlovna reminded her of her duty every day. In the end, she said: for every day you are overdue, you will pay a penalty. And I, trembling and turning pale, began to wonder what this could lead to.
But then, seeing my suffering, she softened and promised to wait a little longer.
Four months later, the French teacher gave me the money. Without interest, of course.
She said something about her experiences and that she invites me, as before, to get-togethers.
But I no longer had any desire to enjoy delicious liqueurs and pies.
That's how we became friends. And although we see each other from time to time, I no longer go to visit.
And if someone asks to borrow money, then I give it. But it’s not enough. Because someone who asks for your help cannot be refused. But you can give so much that you won’t feel sorry if you don’t return it.
Here I found out by chance that my friend now goes to Paris every year. To her dear friend, who lives there and is friends with her when she comes to France.
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Galina!
I also realized that you cannot lend money, much less provide patronage, until you have been taught by bitter experience. I knew people who live only on borrowed money and they say that all of Europe and America has such experience. Debts are not always repaid. Scammers, what can you say.))) You can’t be mugs.
Thanks for the story!
With a smile, Tanya.
Oh, Tanyusha, how many times will you step on a rake before you realize that you will definitely hit a bump, even if it seems like it will blow past you. But....
I'm glad to see you, my girl. I have freed myself a little from my responsibilities, so now I will visit more often.
