Seeking a son, but kids with whom he played in the yard, I was told that he's Ksyusha. They are our neighbors to the entrance. I go to them.
Son opened the door and immediately starts explaining to me that he got married and will now live here with his wife. So decided to Xenia.
Is noticeable that live there, he is reluctant, but ...
And no it does not give, is "wife". She chose it, in love, as she claimed, and in any did not want to go.
- My husband! - She said proudly. "Husband" and was almost in tears, but held back. And to him, and Ksusha for five years.
- Yes? Well, congratulations. And you were in the registry office? You have issued the certificate? - I ask. Ksenia confused.
- We have never had, but going. Right now finish playing and go - meets Xenia.
I see you have to do something, otherwise my son will not give up.
- Xenia, as you know that small is not painted? You do not know how to write, and without it can not be married.
Even on machines with a doll and balloons, do not carry small, just big.
Let's wait until you grow up and then got married, and we'll make you a beautiful wedding.
You'll be in a white long dress, like Thumbelina and crystal slippers like Cinderella.
Argument that on machines with small dolls and balls do not carry, it immediately. Most of the wedding she liked it, it's - the car, doll, balloon.
Thinking it had agreed to release the "husband" back home to their parents, grow up.
A year later we moved to another apartment and the more they will never not see each other.
But one day, a bus, after more than ten years, I have learned in one woman, mother Ksyusha, as she stood next to -
Beautiful and very bright girl with red hair. Ryzhina she had a natural.
Look, I showed her son at her and said:
- Do you recognize?
He carefully looked up and replied:
- No. Who is it?
- Your wife.
And I told him the story.