Masha was sure that resort acquaintances could not develop into love. And perceived them as a fleeting affair.
But one summer she had a dizzying affair, and there was no trace of her former confidence.
This summer was wonderful in all respects: firstly, I did very well, with only one "four", passed my second session at the university, secondly, I made friends with a wonderful girl from Krasnodar (she studied a year older than me) and, finally, my parents sent me money for a vacation - they could not come on vacation from a distant northern village and wanted me to properly improve my health, which, in their opinion, was badly shaken after exhausting studies.
Zhenya, a friend, suggested we go to Gelendzhik - her relative worked there in a good boarding house, so we were provided with places. It was my first adult vacation, and the feeling of complete freedom did not leave me.
The first few days Zhenya and I slept, ate and lay on the beach like lazy fur seals, but then we were already drawn to adventure. At first we met two guys from Lithuania, but they left literally in a day. And then Zhenya made friends with a nice male collective from Yekaterinburg - there were six guys there! And everyone is pretty nice, with the exception of Pavel, who looked like a beech and kept a little apart.
We played backgammon on the beach, after dinner, in the very heat, we went for a walk in the pine forest, and in the evening, of course, we danced famously at the disco. Zhenya especially liked the red-haired Kostya, and somehow I didn’t give preference to anyone, but I felt great in this company.
One evening we boarded the "dance ferry" and went to sea all night - there was a cheerful disco and it was possible to return to the shore only at four in the morning.
It somehow happened that Pavel and I ended up at the bar and he treated me to a cocktail. Word for word, and I came to my senses only when the ferry was already approaching the shore. I looked at my watch and realized that we had talked (and danced, mostly slow dances) with Pavel for almost three hours! Where did his sullenness go - he turned out to be a very pleasant guy and an interesting conversationalist.
The next morning we met as old friends, and from that moment Pavlik became just the soul of the company: he organized barbecues, ordered songs on the dance floor that Zhenya and I liked, and constantly made us laugh with funny stories from life. It turned out that his gloomy appearance was explained the fact that he could not get through to his sick mother in any way and was worried - had something happened at home?
A week later it seemed to us that we had known each other since the first class, and our company was like water. And once in the forest it turned out that the batteries in my camera were dead and Pavel and I returned to the boarding house to charge them. In the next two days, no one saw us ... Yes, a real dizzying romance happened, when day is confused with night, when you are afraid to leave a person even for a minute (and suddenly disappear), when any touch pierces like a thousand small needles. I curled up like a kitten in Pavlusha's big, strong and warm arms, and I wanted life to slow down a bit and freeze in this moment.
Finally, on the third day before dinner, Zhenya pounded on the door of my room and shouted that she did not want to see our emaciated corpses. When we left the room, the guys chuckled restrainedly, and Zhenya pointed her finger at us and said: “I think this is love!” - such, apparently, were our happy faces at that moment. Pavel took my hand and said, "You're absolutely right." And we went to dinner.
And five days later they left. On the eve of the whole night we sat with Pavel by the sea. It was sad and scary ... I thought, is it really a banal holiday romance, which women's magazines love to write about so much, and tomorrow everything will end and we will only occasionally remember these pleasant weeks at sea? Pavel remained silent for the most part and only hugged me tightly by the shoulders. He said he would call or email every day.” I just nodded. In the morning there was a nasty drizzling rain.
Zhenya and I helped the guys pack their things with feigned cheerfulness and escorted them to the bus. Before leaving, Pavel put a funny little plush turtle in my hand and said that he had told her to look after me. The last two days that remained before our departure were dreary, I didn’t even want to go to the sea. Zhenya consoled me: they say, we will come to Moscow, a stormy student life will begin and everything will be forgotten. But for some reason I didn't want to think so...
Studying really took up most of the time, but in the evenings, when I got to the computer, I read and reread the letters that Pavel wrote to me every day! And I missed him even after three months as much as I did three days after the breakup. True, I had a small romance with a classmate, but I did not even feel a tenth of the joy that I experienced from my relationship with Pavel.
And on the eve of the New Year, I completely impulsively took and bought a ticket to Yekaterinburg. Zhenya swore at me with her last words - after all, we had an excellent New Year's program planned in advance! But I didn't want anything anymore. The hours on the plane seemed so long to me that I even got drunk with a bearded neighbor who told me all the way about his wonderful all-terrain vehicles.
I called Pavel already from the Yekaterinburg airport and said: “Come for me soon.” "Where?" he asked stubbornly. “Yes, I’m here, drunk, sitting at the airport,” I said. He just went crazy, shouted that I didn’t leave the phone anywhere, then told me to wait for him in the waiting room ... In general, an hour later I saw him burst into the terminal building, without a hat, with crazy eyes and how something with a stunted flower in his hand.
What a wonderful New Year we had! Mom, older sister and younger brother Pavel greeted me very warmly, and I immediately felt at home. We met with the guys, played tricks all night, blew up fireworks and drank tequila according to all the rules. And then for three days Pavlusha and I again could not get enough of each other, and all this time, in my opinion, we spent in an embrace. And then I left - it was necessary to pass the session, and this time I got one "triple" - I just couldn’t think about anything else!
The year flew by like one minute, and the next summer we met again in Gelendzhik. And Paul proposed to me. It was very romantic - he put a ring in a rosebud and presented it to me. Warm waves splashed at our feet, and stars winked at us from above.
But then for the first time I felt something was wrong ... I said that I was not ready to answer this offer now. And we spent the next few days in almost family showdowns. Pavel said that fate itself brought us together in this shabby little town, and such love must be cherished. And I tried to explain that I had just started to study, that I had grandiose plans, I want to work, communicate, see the world, finally. Of course, he understood everything, but the thought that we would soon part again did not give him rest.
And autumn came again, and again we called and wrote to each other, and now Pavel came to Moscow for the New Year. And I became more and more convinced that we are very close with him - we are interested and feel good together. But what will happen next? I cannot answer this question for myself.
The thought of moving to Yekaterinburg terrifies me - I longed for Moscow so much, I was so happy when I entered the university, I fell in love with this city so much that I can’t imagine a different life for myself now. But Pavel also keeps a lot in his hometown - relatives, work, friends. He opened a recording studio there and named it - in honor of me - "Masha". And the studio recently even began to bring him some income. But here... He doesn't like Moscow, he feels uncomfortable here, he is by nature a provincial, in the best sense of the word. I’m not talking about the fact that I don’t have housing here and it’s not expected, and so far I really like life in a student hostel.
Pavel is afraid that there are so many supermen around that if he is not around, sooner or later one of them will definitely take me away ... But I feel that he and I are the very two halves that should be together.
Where, when, how? Let's see. I am now sure of only one thing: a holiday romance does not necessarily turn out to be a primitive affair.
History of Masha.
