Mila stood in the temple and cried. It’s been about fifteen minutes. It was amazing for me. “What is this FIFA doing here?” – I thought. I definitely didn’t expect to meet anyone here, but she.
We didn’t know Mila, but I saw her often. We live in the same house and walk in the same park. I am with my four children, and she is with her three dogs.
We all always condemned her. We are me, other mothers with their offspring, grannies on benches, neighbors and, I suspect, even passers-by.
Mila was very pretty, always fashionably dressed and seemed to be frivolous and self-confident.
“Look, I changed the guy again,” Baba Nina grumbled after her, sitting on a bench at the entrance.
– It’s already the third.
“She can afford it, there’s a ton of money,” chimed in her friend Baba Shura, looking with envy as Mila and another boyfriend got into her expensive foreign car.
Baba Shura’s son, 45-year-old Vadik, has not yet earned even enough money to buy a used Zhigul.
“It would be better if she gave birth to children, the clock is ticking,” their eternal opponent, grandfather Tolya, supported the grandmothers. But they were unanimous on the issue of condemning Mila.
Later, the whole shop gloatingly discussed that this Milkin swindler had run away. And she made a thoughtful conclusion: “Because she’s a slut! And anyway, her house probably stinks of dog!”
But we, mothers and children, disliked Mila the most.
While we were running with all our might after our children through the slides, swings, bushes, garbage dumps and simply wherever the child’s eyes were looking (and they could look anywhere), she was imposingly strolling with her “mutts” and didn’t blow her whistle. And she even looked in our direction with a kind of grin. They say they gave birth, and now you don’t know any peace. Whether it’s me or not. I live for my own pleasure. And you are frantically calculating whether Mashenka has enough money for a jacket and boots, or whether the boots can wait.
– It’s immediately obvious that he’s childfree. They’re all like that,” said my friend Natasha, mother of three boys.
“The rich have their own quirks – dogs, cats, hamsters,” Lyudka, pregnant with twins, nodded, trying to get her eldest daughter from the tree.
– Yes, she’s simply selfish, she doesn’t want to bother, but only to travel abroad. “I haven’t seen the sea for seven years now,” sighed five-child Marina.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I immediately agreed with everyone, including those grandmothers in the yard. And she rushed to pick up Tonya, who had broken her knee and was screaming throughout the park, from the ground.
“I set up a kennel here, it would be better if I gave birth to a child,” a grandmother and her grandson suddenly said loudly one day.
– None of your business! – Mila turned around sharply. I wanted to say something else, but I restrained myself and moved on with my nasty dogs.
“Boorish,” that granny shouted after her.
…I looked at the crying Mila for a few more seconds and left the temple.
“Wait,” I suddenly heard. – Wait.
Mila followed me across the churchyard.
– Are you the one who always walks in the park with four girls?
– I… And you with three dogs.
– Yes. Ah…Can I talk to you?..You know, I always look at you and your daughters, at other mothers, and just admire,” she said…And blushed.
– You?!? – I was surprised. And she almost added: “You’re childfree, selfish and a fifa!” And I remembered her “snide” glances in our direction…
That’s how we met. They sat down on a bench. Mila spoke… spoke. And she cried. It was clear that she just really needed to share with someone…
…What did Baba Nina mumble then? “Changed the guy again, slut.”
…Mila grew up in a good, friendly family. And for as long as I could remember, I wanted many children. Married for great love. But after two missed pregnancies and the doctors’ verdict of “infertility,” her beloved husband quickly disappeared.
For the same reason, the second one disappeared. But before that, Mila had been undergoing treatment for a long time. And in the end, she almost died from an ectopic pregnancy.
Then there was the third “hahal”. And again ectopic. But this one ran away when he just heard about a possible child. He liked Mila’s car, the fact that she earned a lot, and the burden of children was not part of his plans.
“And I was ready to give everything so that I could have a baby!”
“I thought you loved dogs,” I said somehow stupidly.
“Yes, I love dogs,” Mila smiled. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t like children.”
To make it less lonely, Mila got herself a Tepa. And then she was asked to keep Mike with her while the owners made renovations. They left it that way. And Mila picked up Fenya as a puppy on the street in winter.
It was a pity.
“I set up a kennel, it would be better if I gave birth to a child,” I remembered that grandmother and her grandson.
“The clock is ticking…” then grandfather Tolya hissed after Mila.
The clock was ticking… Mila was already forty-one years old. Although she looked at most thirty.
“I didn’t understand how…
The child is suffering, he needs a family, but nothing can be done.”
She decided to take the child from the orphanage. Small, big – it doesn’t matter. She really liked six-year-old Kolya. More precisely, at first he liked her. He approached Mila and asked: “Will you be my mother?” “Will!” – she answered.
“She’s just selfish, she doesn’t want to bother,” I remembered sighing Marina.
But Kolya was not given to Mila. It turned out that his mother, who has schizophrenia, was not deprived of parental rights.
“It was a blow for me,” she recalled. “I didn’t understand how this could happen… The child is suffering, he needs a family, but nothing can be done.”
And then four-year-old Lenochka appeared. The girl had already been taken twice and returned both times. Her character was too playful.
Someone in the orphanage said that when the second “mother” dragged her back, Lenochka crawled behind her on her knees, grabbed her skirt and shouted: “Mommy, don’t give me up, please! I won’t do it again!
When Mila met her, Lena immediately asked: “Will you bring me back too?” “I won’t return it!” – Mila barely said through her tears.
But there were also some difficulties with Lena’s adoption. Mila did not elaborate. “But this is my daughter, and I will fight for her!”
That day Mila came to the temple for the first time in her life. “I just have nowhere else to go!” – she said.
The priest appeared, and Mila went to him. They talked about something for a long time, and she even wrote something down.
– Everything will be fine! With God blessing! – I heard his words. And Mila smiled…
We walked home together.
“You probably think that I’m arrogant and proud,” Mila said. “And I’m just tired of explaining everything to everyone.” And I’ve already heard so much…
I said nothing.
Mila invited me and the girls to come visit one day and play with the dogs. I agreed. And I will definitely come. But a little later.
In the meantime, I’m just very ashamed.
And I keep thinking: “Where do we have so much dirt? Why do I have so much dirt in me? Why do we so easily think the worst about a person?”
And I really want Mila, this amazing woman whom we all condemned, to do well in the end. So that Lenochka hugs her, clings to her and says: “Mommy!” And she knew that no one would ever give her away again. And so that wonderful kind dogs jump joyfully nearby –
Tepa, Mike and Fenya….
Or maybe a miracle will happen and Mila will have a good real husband. And Lenochka will have a brother or sister. It happens, doesn’t it?
And so that no one will ever say a single bad word to them again!
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