Love cannot be ordered. One year ago has casually got acquainted with the lady, mother of four children. The family frankly poor, for a life does not suffice, of own apartment can dream only - I all it has learnt already in the first half an hour of acquaintance. Has sympathised, has decided to help. Not differing special religiousness, a bible parable about fish and a fishing tackle I remember well. Therefore has decided to give a fishing tackle - more effectively.
Has spent some hours. Has shown, has learnt, has explained. It has appeared, that insufficiently. Has again shown, has learnt, has explained. At the same time has attached for simple enough work to the old acquaintance. But all time there were new working questions, answers on which can be found independently. But independently it is not interesting. It is easier to ask, isn't that so?
But also business was not limited to questions. The new coil of relations has followed. I it named «Persuade me». All was reduced to plaints on a theme of an insufficient self-confidence and my answers: «it is not terrible, you can». And there has then come a final stage. Not wishing independently to understand with the next question, she has again addressed to me. I have spent half-day, having transferred the work for the late evening. Has made, that could. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) in frameworks it-lajn of dialogue could not much. It has surrendered. Has surrendered and has at last told: «Has bothered me to work. Absolutely the mood is not present». I have kept silent. Well, no so is not present, love cannot be ordered. Only very much it is a pity to time. It turns out, has in vain spent. But from naivety has recovered.
Nadejda Degtyareva, photo by Valerii Corcimari.