Oh, this first love… It was a case of youth. I earned money then, helping to distribute newspapers to my neighbor, the postman. Give me, I think, I'll sell the old bike, add money and buy myself a brand new one with all sorts of bells and whistles. And then my almost "grandfather's" friend barely had a call: "every other time," as ppl say. In general, I have submitted an advertisement for sale, I am waiting…
The day has passed, the second… And then the bell rang! I answer, and in the receiver a pleasant female voice says:
We agreed on 6 p.m. And it was at the end of May – it was warm, the birds were singing, everything was blooming, fragrant ... I decided to pick cherry branches so that I could give a customer with a pleasant voice. I climbed up, and there were bees. Yes, not one, but a whole swarm. They surrounded me, that I was away from them– let's run wherever me look. I barely got my feet away, but they managed to bite me in my eye and lip anyway. My face is burning... I feel: my eye is already swollen, and the lip, as modern lips do now, has become. Now I would have passed for "my own", but then I looked at myself in the mirror – tin. I also applied a cool compress, and smeared it with some kind of grandmother's ointment - nothing helps.
And the parents, as luck would have it, were at work, they were supposed to return only by 8. They often stayed at work, so from an early age I already, one might say, lived an independent "adult" life.
Well… It's almost 6 o'clock, and I hear the doorbell ring. I open it, and there's a woman my mom's age (under 40), and with her is a girl about 16 years old, like me (as it turned out later – her daughter). They say they came from the bulletin board to get a bike. I look her, at my age, and I can't take my eyes off. And she looks at it, then turns away and giggles, then looks at it, then turns away again and giggles. I didn't even figure out what was going on right away. And then I remembered that my face was swollen now, like grandma's dough for pies. For some reason, i began to apologize for my appearance. And the girl's mother calmed her down, saying there was nothing to apologize for, offered to anoint one with ointment, said she would send it with Lena (that was her name – the one whom, as I later realized, I fell in love with at first sight).
They liked the bike and bought it. As it turned out, they did not live richly then. Aunt Nina raised Lena alone from the age of four. And by the age of 16, Lena didn't even know how to ride a bike, so because of our friendship, which suddenly began, I taught her this even later. And she fell in love with me too, despite my swollen face the first time we met. She says she saw my soul.
That's how the bulletin board and my old bike became the reason for my meeting with the most beautiful girl in the world – now my wife Lena. And now our daughter is growing up. And then I bought a new bike, but I gave Lena a good call for my old one. Cycling together then brought us even closer together. And the first love turned out to be the only one ... You see, soon we will post our daughter's first bike on the bulletin board…
