Save Bosphorus

The fact that my best friend of my best friend Olya is about to swim Bosphorus, I found out in the winter. At that moment, I was feverishly planned, as my husband said, a “lackless and trouble -free” vacation with children in Bulgaria.

- The sea, like a puddle, slides, buckets, a quiet hour and at nine in the evening hunger. Ahhh, I’ll die of boredom, ”I complained to my friend.

“And we will go to Istanbul with Lilka Bosphorus,” Olya said.

The Bosphorus was supposed to cross Lilka, and Olya rode as a fan.

While Lilka with special hours on her hand, which showed the number of kilometers, cut the tracks in the pool, Olya bought outfits in which she was going to support her friend from the shore.

The Lilkin achievements followed half-Moscow, without exaggeration. Because it is not with children to go to Bulgaria, but to cross the bosphorus. I must say that there were more than a thousand who wanted to, as reported on the site, which was opened by Lilka in the computer both day and night. She went through all the medical examinations, completely honestly, and received certificates that she is physically and mentally healthy, she does not have a fungus, pediculosis, sexually transmitted diseases and other diseases that can pollute the Bosphorus or transmit other participants.

At this time, Lilka recalled half-Moscow.

“And some go to Istanbul, yes, yes,” she told her husband, who was about to go to her mother in the country, a friend of our common friend.

“And Lilka Bosphorus will swim,” I told my husband, who asked, “what kind of birth I am not enough for happiness.”

As a result, in our family, Bosphorus has become a common household.

- Can I go to meet with classmates? - I asked, for example, I.

“You would go to cross the Bosphorus,” the husband answered.

- Can we send children to my grandmother to the country?

- Bosphorus.

That is, Bosphorus became a symbol of freedom, youth, adrenaline and female happiness.

A month before the start, Lilka set her own record and, under the pressure of Olya, bought a new swimsuit and glasses, because who is crossing the Bosphorus in the Old?

Finally, Olya and Lilka arrived in Istanbul.

On the start of the start, they got up early, ordered a taxi, Olya dressed up in an elegant, Lilka spat on a swimsuit for good luck and went to the start. Taxist was taking them forty minutes to the starting place. Flags fluttered there, the press drove and even a helicopter flew. But ... there was not a single swimmer.

- And where is it all? - asked Lilka.

“At the finish,” the organizers answered.

- How is it at the finish? - did not understand Lilka. - Already sailed away?

- No, they have not sailed yet. At the finish, registration, the numbers are given, and then all on three ships are taken here to swim.

Lilka shuddered with her whole body swing and was about to rush to the Bosphorus to get to the finish line, register and sail to the start, like everyone else, on the ship. Olya suggested calling a taxi. The organizers caught a sobbing Lilka out of the water, which plopped into the water in the dress, holding glasses with a swimsuit in his hand, and pulled Olya from the hands of a random Turk by car, who did not believe her happiness in the form of a luxurious blonde, which rushed to him, promising anything.

Lilka, wet, put printouts from the site from the site to the organizers, where it was not that swimmers had to arrive at the finish and only then to the start.

Finally, the press fussed, the cameras clicked, the helicopter went on a new circle. Ships with joyful swimmers appeared on the horizon. They were all with beautiful numbers on swimsuits, excited and enthusiastic.

Lilka grabbed the main organizer and sobbed on his shoulder.

The first from the side of the ship was lowered by two disabled swimmers, one-legged, one swimmer without a hand and one swimmer with Down syndrome. Everyone smiled and waved their hands to reporters.

“Lil, even Down realized that I had to go to the finish line first,” Olya remarked completely inadvertently.

Lilka sobbed with renewed vigor on the shoulder of the organizer.

“And the one -legged also understood that we had to go to the finish line, and I understood one -armed, only you did not understand,” said Olya, the girl, I must say, is intelligent, tactful and educated.

The swimmers lined up in a row and rushed into the water. Lilka also tried to rush after drowning from grief, but she was again held.

The whole next day everyone sent Ole Sesapes with questions, how is the Bosphorus, submissive or not? Olya at that moment treated her and Lilkin's nerves in a huge mall shopping.

Lilka still certainly wanted to have dinner in some restaurant, buy a bagel and a handbag from Louis Viton on Grand Bazar, but such as not to be distinguished from the real one.

Somewhere between the bagel and the handbag, they noticed a man with a bag with the symbols of “Bosphorus.” Olya and Lilka tried to break away from the persecution, but the man did not lag behind. Girls broke into a restaurant.

The man remained outside. He pulled a sheet of paper from his bag, scribbled something on it and waved, like a white flag, pointing to Lilka.

- Will I go go to him? Lilka asked either herself or Olya.

“Go,” Olya answered, I must say, always cautious, suspicious and reasonable.

On the piece of paper, the name of the man was written and the request to find him on Facebook. In clumsy English, he explained to Lilka that she was the most beautiful woman in his life, that he was ready to marry her even now and that she would be drowned in the Bosphorus if she does not write to him.

... Now she corresponds to him on Facebook. Lilka posted her photo in the swimsuit and swimming glasses that was not used as intended. He almost went crazy with happiness.

And half-Moskva, its female half, sighs heavily with envy and, pushing the cabbage on borsch for her husband, whispers quietly: "Bosphorus, Bosphorus."