This story has happened long ago, thirty years have passed since then. I was still young, inexperienced, naive. I was only 19, I was looked after by the neighbor’s son Anton. He brought the flowers to me, rolled with his car, I burned in his ears. In six months of our meetings, Anton called me. The whole village became prepared for the festivities.

The neighbors were to arrange the land to place the tables and organize weddings there. And two days before the holiday, Anton comes to me and says: -Len, you forgive me, but there will be no wedding. I immediately flowed down. -Al why? Did you change your mind?! -This, Natalka from me is hollow, we will have a baby. After this conversation, I returned home all that was notted and unhappy, I didn’t know how to tell my parents.

On the way home, I met a childhood friend, he immediately asked what happened. I was all on emotions and told everything. -No and what to do now, I will laugh in the village! Shame – the bridegroom before the wedding threw! I roared. Mishko somehow looked at me and confessed that he loved me for a long time. -Lene, will you marry me? I will be the best man! Now, looking back, I understand that everything was for the better. We have been happy with the mouse for thirty years!