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That evening, Anna carefully prepared the boiling solyanka. This was a dish that Sergey, her husband, especially loved. The children had already gone to bed, and the first snow was quietly falling outside the window. This was cozy night!!!<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, is dad coming today?\u201d asked fourteen-year-old Masha before going to bed.
\n\u201cOf course, dear. He just has an important event \u2013 they\u2019re celebrating the successful completion of a project.<\/p>\n
It is unknown why Anna suddenly decided to go to the restaurant. Perhaps it was a call from Lena, the accountant from Sergey\u2019s company, that caused alarm:<\/p>\n
\u201cAnechka, you should\u2026 come. Just see for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Panorama restaurant was on the twentieth floor of a new business center, offering beautiful views of the city.<\/p>\n
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\nStopping at the threshold, she froze, hearing a familiar voice:<\/p>\n
\u2013 My homebody was cooking solyanka at home! \u2013 laughed Sergey, hugging the waist of a young blonde in a red dress that hugged every line of her figure.<\/p>\n
\u2013 And here you and I, Lenochka, live a full life!<\/p>\n
Anna watched Sergey, but at that moment he seemed completely alien to her \u2013 with flushed cheeks, shining eyes and that\u2026 Lena from the marketing department, pressed so close to him that only a sheet of paper could be pushed between them.<\/p>\n
The first to notice her was Victoria Pavlovna, the head of security.
\n\u201cSeryozha,\u201d Anna said. Sergey turned around, and his face began to transform before our eyes: the joyful, drunken expression was replaced by confusion, then irritation, and soon anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, you\u2019ve arrived!\u201d He swayed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat, have you decided to play the role of a detective?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, dear,\u201d Anna answered, amazed at her own calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI just thought that you might need that very solyanka you\u2019re having so much fun over now.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took out a container of hot soup and placed it on the edge of the table. Lena in a red dress backed away, trying to disappear among the crowd of colleagues, like an invisible person.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry for disturbing your celebration,\u201d Anna addressed the silent hall.<\/p>\n
\u201cContinue to enjoy.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was so angry, then the first thing Anna did when she got home was go to the kitchen and pour the meal into the sink.<\/p>\n
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\nMasha came out of the room, disheveled, in pajamas with funny kittens:<\/p>\n
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\u2013 Mom, why are you home already? And where is dad?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Dad\u2026 will be a little late, \u2013 answered Anna, trying to keep a smile.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Go to bed, darling.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Did something happen?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Sometimes life gives us surprises that are hard to accept. But we are strong, right?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Is it because of that woman from dad\u2019s office?<\/p>\n
\u2013 How do you know?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Last month, I accidentally dropped in on dad at work\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2013 I saw them sitting in a cafe. He stroked her head, like he used to stroke me\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t tell you earlier,\u201d Masha whispered, looking down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid of hurting you.<\/p>\n
Of course, tears were imminent \u2013 after all, this is normal for a person dealing with such pain.\u2013 Well, are you happy?<\/p>\n
\u2013 You put on a whole show in front of the whole team!<\/p>\n
\u2013 What did you expect?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Do you find it interesting to come home every evening to cook dinner and talk about children or bills? Lena is young, energetic, you can discuss art with her, go to the theater \u2026<\/p>\n
\u2013 So you can\u2019t do it with me anymore?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Do you remember how we met? At the play \u201cThe Cherry Orchard\u201d. You said then that the theater is boring, but you were ready to endure it for me. And then we walked around the city all night, arguing about Chekhov\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2013 \u201cIt was a long time ago.<\/p>\n
The divorce was quick and happened peaceful.
\nThe hardest thing to suffer from was loneliness.<\/p>\n
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\nAnna\u2019s restoration was immersion in work. She centered entirely on publishing projects, launching a new series of books for teenagers. To her surprise, Masha showed a keen interest in editing and began helping her mother after school.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, why don\u2019t we create a book about divorce?\u201d my daughter suggested one day.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo that other kids will understand that it\u2019s not the end of the world and that they are completely innocent.\u201d<\/p>\n
A year later, Anna knew that Lena had broken up Sergey for a young IT specialist.<\/p>\n
One Sunday, he and Masha were cooking solyanka \u2013 this time using their own special recipe. It was snowing outside, Pavel was reading chapters from his new book to Dimka in the living room, and the air was filled with the aroma of spices and coziness.<\/p>\n
\u2013 I used to think that love was similar to a fairy tale: you met a prince and lived happily ever after. Now I understand: true love is based first and foremost on mutual respect. For yourself, for your partner, for the feelings of loved ones.<\/p>\n
\u2013 And one more thing,<\/p>\n
\u2013 Love is not just making soups. It is making them with joy for those who truly appreciate not only the food, but also the person who cooked it.<\/p>\n
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