Bald

There lived a girl in a small village. She grew up, graduated from school, went to study in a big city, but didn’t get in, and she had to go back under the wing of her parents.

There lived a girl in a small village. She grew up, graduated from school, went to study in a big city, but didn’t get in, and she had to go back under the wing of her parents. So she lived with dreams of the future...

Loneliness

The New Year has arrived, my student classmates have arrived, and some are even on leave from the army. Everyone got together, walked, laughed. I wanted to celebrate this holiday in a way that would be remembered for a long time. And so it happened, but, unfortunately, the holiday turned out to be sad for me. When the guys were setting off fireworks, a firecracker hit me. With that bright flash, a dark streak in my life began: one operation after another for two years. As a result, I lost my long luxurious hair, but I still had my youth and desire to live. Mom bought me a wig, and life went on as usual.

Spring came, and then summer - the weather was good, warm, you couldn’t sit at home, and there was no one to go out with. I’ll go to the club, and there will only be Armenian construction workers there. I go home, and the whole crowd follows me and makes a noise in their own way. But I don’t understand: am I being praised or vice versa? There was no way I could get rid of them. And then one evening I went to meet a cow, and they were sitting on a bench and laughing - I know that they are discussing me again. Here I said hello, and then took off my wig. My “boyfriends” remained sitting with their mouths open. And I myself go and cry, thinking that I will never find a groom, but I’m already 19 years old.

So another summer passed me by, and autumn came. And in the fall, soldiers came to our village to harvest the harvest; they didn’t have enough strength of their own. That was such a joy! All young and beautiful! Hurry up to look for an outfit and run to the club, and there will be a sea of ​​smiles - after all, all the village girls have one hope: to get married and leave this wilderness. A film show began at the club. Everyone froze, looking at the screen. And it’s so stuffy! I was sitting in the last row, quietly took off my wig and hung it next to me. And then, as luck would have it, there was some kind of breakdown. They turn on the light to eliminate her - and the whole hall shakes with Homeric laughter. It turns out that everyone is laughing at me, at my “beautiful hairstyle” that hangs next to me. My dreams of great love disappeared along with that laughter. The time has come for another painful sleepless nights and worries.


The road to your beloved

My parents could no longer look at my suffering and took me to my grandmother, a forester, to treat me for depression. She turned out to be a wonderful, kind person, being around her you forget about your ailments, about everything that worries your body and soul. Grandma could talk for hours about what surrounded her in the forest, and her murmuring talk calmed and relaxed. She was already many years old, but she had so much life, fun, enthusiasm and energy that all this was passed on to me. We often went on horseback rides with her. On one of these trips, we met a detachment of electricians in the forest, among them was my future husband. Sergey was from Novosibirsk. After the end of the expedition, he came to visit me. I was incredibly happy! That time I had to herd the cows for my brother, and my Seryozha stayed at home to chop wood. Arriving at the house, I decided to show off on my horse, but the girth broke and I fell at the feet of my beloved. But it wasn’t just me, my wig fell nearby. I closed my eyes in fear, lay there and thought: that’s it, it’s over. He didn't know that I was bald. And Seryozha laughed. But this laughter was cheerful and not evil. It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Then everything happened as it should: matchmaking, tears of joy, etc.


“Take her back to where you took her!”

He took me with him to Novosibirsk. And there again we gathered the guests and set the table. All the relatives came: grandmothers, uncles, aunts, sisters and brothers. My Seryozha by nature was a cheerful, mischievous person, and youth takes its toll - he took off my wig in front of all the guests. The relatives are shocked, the grandmother even fainted. Then, all three days that she lived with us, she shouted: “Take her back to where you found her!” Laughter and sin! It was the 70s, then there was no freedom in hairstyles like there is now. But we loved each other and were happy. In the end, my hair grew back and I completely forgot about the pain. We were in a hurry to live and study. Our beautiful daughter Alyonushka was born. All her relatives adored her, and along with her they fell in love with me. It seemed that there would be no end to happiness, but after a while my husband fell ill and died. My daughter grew up and got married. Now I have two wonderful grandchildren. From the bottom of my heart I wish all readers great, warm and joyful love for each other. It makes life so much easier in these crazy times!

Lyubov Poleshkina,
Altai region.