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And you haven\u2019t changed, \u2014 she answered quietly, as if speaking to herself.<\/p>\n
Sergey deliberately slammed the keys onto the table.<\/p>\n
\u2014 This is impossible already, Natalya. That\u2019s it. Enough.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Enough of what? \u2014 her voice trembled slightly.<\/p>\n
\u2014 This constant control, your endless \u201cwisdom\u201d! You always think you know and understand everything, and what about me? Am I nothing more than a lapdog at your feet? \u2014 he said, moving toward the door without looking back.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Have you ever really listened to me? \u2014 her words sliced through the air.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Don\u2019t start! I\u2019m tired!<\/p>\n
Sergey was already gripping the door handle when Natalya suddenly turned toward him, her eyes filled with despair, yet she said nothing. She simply watched as he slammed the door behind him.<\/p>\n
The room fell silent, save for the soft creak of the old wooden floor under her footsteps. Slowly, Natalya approached the table where the discarded keys lay. Next to them was a small box\u2014a pregnancy test done just that morning.<\/p>\n
She picked it up, glanced at the two bright lines, and for some reason, smiled. But it was a bitter, almost resigned smile.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2014 He never found out,\u201d she thought, and sat on the sofa, staring out the window as yet another gray evening began.<\/p>\n
Sergey stood at the club\u2019s bar, lazily swaying his glass while occasionally scanning the room. Natalya entered\u2014a tall, tanned brunette with a confident stride\u2014and immediately caught his attention. \u201cBeautiful, of course, but not my type,\u201d flashed through his mind, yet within a minute he was already contemplating how to start a conversation.<\/p>\n
Later he would say that her smile had captivated him\u2014warm and slightly shy, unlike the overtly provocative smiles of the other women in the club. After a brief hesitation, Natalya agreed to dance. She had only just begun to recover from her divorce and still felt uncertain, especially in places like this. Sergey picked up on it immediately.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Do you come here often, or is tonight an exception? \u2014 he asked, looking into her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I\u2019m not used to these kinds of places. Honestly, it was more my friend\u2019s idea, \u2014 Natalya replied with a slight shrug, her voice even.<\/p>\n
There were no sparks in their conversation, yet it brought a strange sense of calm. Sergey wasn\u2019t particularly talkative, but his demeanor sparked the girl\u2019s curiosity.<\/p>\n
After an hour, as he saw Natalya off at the exit, he noticed that her eyes lingered on him just a bit longer in farewell. Three months later, Sergey moved in with her.<\/p>\n
The years they spent together were not easy. Sergey always reached for more, yet his plans often remained unrealized. The idea of opening a repair workshop had fizzled out already during the search for a space. His attempts to break into the advertising business also failed. He blamed everything\u2014the lack of connections, the poor economic situation\u2014except himself.<\/p>\n
Natalya worked at a school. Her days began early and ended late, and when she was home, she longed only for silence. Sergey, unaccustomed to a stable routine, craved excitement.<\/p>\n
Everything changed when he started working at a company that sold construction materials. The job was mediocre, but he liked the team\u2014especially one of the employees, Sveta.<\/p>\n
Svetlana appeared in their lives almost unnoticed. Natalya first heard her name during a dinner with Sergey\u2019s friends, when he casually mentioned how she \u201canswers clients\u2019 calls in a funny way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 So, are you really having that much fun with your colleagues? \u2014 she asked over breakfast.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Well, at least somewhere is fun, \u2014 Sergey replied, diverting his gaze.<\/p>\n
These small details began to pile up. Natalya increasingly noticed that Sergey was coming home later than usual.<\/p>\n
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\u2014 Are you staying late again?<\/p>\n
\u2014 We have a new client there; a lot of work.<\/p>\n
She stopped asking questions\u2014not because she trusted him, but because she was afraid of the answers.<\/p>\n
The last evening before the fight was etched in her memory in every detail. Sergey came home late, quickly changed, and sat down to eat. There was a lingering scent of women\u2019s perfume.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Where were you? \u2014 she asked calmly, almost without interest.<\/p>\n
\u2014 At the office, where else?<\/p>\n
He said it so casually that she didn\u2019t press further. The lie was too blatant. Strangely, it didn\u2019t hurt her at all; it only brought a peculiar calm. The next morning came the test\u2014and that very scandal.<\/p>\n
Natalya stood for a few seconds, trying to process what had happened. Her eyes swept across the room, where everything reminded her of Sergey: his book on the shelf, the T-shirt left on the chair. She wanted to feel the pain, but her mind was empty. Clutching the test in her hand, Natalya walked over to the table, tucked it into a drawer, and closed it with a soft click.<\/p>\n
Three days had passed since Sergey left. In that time, he hadn\u2019t called even once, nor made any attempt to explain himself. Natalya sought answers to his actions, but all she found was the cold, inescapable fact: he was gone.<\/p>\n
On Friday evening, her friend Lena called.<\/p>\n
\u2014 How are you?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Fine, \u2014 Natalya replied evenly, though it took effort.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I heard he\u2019s with a new woman now. Is that so?<\/p>\n
\u2014 It seems.<\/p>\n
Her replies contained no anger\u2014only weariness. Lena began to offer comforting words, but Natalya interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lena, sorry, I can\u2019t talk right now. I\u2019ll call you tomorrow.<\/p>\n
She put down the phone and sat on the sofa. She didn\u2019t cry or wallow in self-pity; she simply stared out the window, where the streetlights were slowly coming on.<\/p>\n
The following week, she returned to her ordinary life. She worked at the school and conducted extra lessons for her students. At home, she prepared dinner even though she hardly felt like eating. Two weeks later, Natalya accidentally encountered Sergey in the city center. He was walking with a young woman.<\/p>\n
It dawned on her\u2014Sveta. The woman was animatedly recounting something, while Sergey, hands tucked in his pockets, listened to her. They passed by without noticing Natalya; she didn\u2019t stop or take any steps to catch their attention. She simply walked on.<\/p>\n
That evening, sitting in her empty apartment, Natalya took a clean sheet of paper and began to write:<\/p>\n
Dear Sergey,<\/p>\n
You left, and perhaps that was the only right decision in a long time. We both knew our marriage was built on an emptiness we were too afraid to acknowledge. But now, that doesn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n
You don\u2019t know, but I\u2019m pregnant. This won\u2019t change anything between us. I\u2019m not writing to win you back or to evoke pity. I just want you to know.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll manage. Don\u2019t worry about us.<\/p>\n
She folded the letter but decided against sending it. Instead, she tucked it away in the table drawer where the test still lay.<\/p>\n
Natalya shifted her focus to herself. She enrolled in a course for expectant mothers. There, she met Irina, a warm-hearted woman who turned out to be even older than Natalya. Both were expecting their first child.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Don\u2019t dwell on what\u2019s gone. It\u2019s already in the past. You have a future, and it\u2019s right here beneath your heart, \u2014 Irina advised.<\/p>\n
Every meeting with her filled Natalya with a sense of warmth and calm. Gradually, she returned to her old routines\u2014work, walks in the park, conversations with friends. At her next appointment, the doctor informed her that she was expecting a boy.<\/p>\n
Natalya smiled softly:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pavel. I\u2019ll name him Pavel.<\/p>\n
She knew it wouldn\u2019t be easy, but she was ready.<\/p>\n
It had been five months since Sergey left. Natalya no longer waited for his calls. Her life was slowly regaining stability: work, expectant mothers\u2019 classes, and occasional strolls along the Volga embankment\u2014each day was accounted for. On one such day, while returning home from her classes, she unexpectedly noticed Sergey by the building entrance. He was sitting on a bench, slumped over; his jacket was wrinkled and his face drawn.<\/p>\n
She approached him slowly, her posture straight.<\/p>\n
\u2014 What do you want? \u2014 her voice was calm, almost indifferent.<\/p>\n
Sergey looked up. His eyes flitted around as if searching for the right words, but he couldn\u2019t find them.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I\u2026 I just wanted to know how you are.<\/p>\n
Natalya nodded, as if he\u2019d just stated the obvious.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Everything\u2019s fine.<\/p>\n
He coughed, nervously interlocking his fingers.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I heard from Lyoshka\u2026 that you\u2019re expecting a child.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t answer immediately. Inside, everything trembled, but outwardly she remained calm.<\/p>\n
\u2014 And?<\/p>\n
Sergey stood up, but kept his distance.<\/p>\n
\u2014 You never told me anything. This\u2026 This is my child, isn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Would you have stayed if I had told you that day? \u2014 Natalya looked him straight in the eyes.<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Exactly, Sergey. You don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
Natalya wanted to say more, but suddenly a weariness overcame her\u2014not from the conversation, but from the very fact of his presence.<\/p>\n
\u2014 What do you want? Why are you here? \u2014 she said, staring at him unblinkingly.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I\u2026 I don\u2019t know, Natalya. I miss you. I know I ruined everything, but maybe we\u2026 \u2014 he trailed off, unable to find the right words.<\/p>\n
\u2014 No, \u2014 she interrupted.<\/p>\n
Sergey froze.<\/p>\n
\u2014 What do you mean by \u201cno\u201d?<\/p>\n
\u2014 It means nothing will work between us. You made your choice. And I made mine.<\/p>\n
He tried to speak again, but she motioned for him to stop.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Sergey, you left. And I\u2019m grateful to you for that. Because now I know my worth.<\/p>\n
His face darkened, as if expecting another conversation, a different outcome.<\/p>\n
\u2014 And the child?<\/p>\n
Natalya managed a slight smile, but it held no warmth.<\/p>\n
\u2014 This is my child.<\/p>\n
She turned and walked toward the entrance, leaving Sergey standing by the bench\u2014lost and alone.<\/p>\n
Four months later, Natalya gave birth to a boy. She named him Pavel. Lena, Irina, and several other friends stood by her side during the most important moments. When she first cradled her son, it seemed as if the whole world had grown a little brighter, a little warmer.<\/p>\n
Sergey tried once more to reach out, but Natalya didn\u2019t respond. She understood that it was more important for him to fix his own life than to be part of a new family with her. His new job failed to succeed. Sveta had long since left, realizing that Sergey couldn\u2019t support her dreams of a \u201cbeautiful life.\u201d<\/p>\n
One day, Natalya saw him by chance again on the street, standing at a bus stop. He looked older than his years\u2014tired and dejected. She walked past without pausing.<\/p>\n
Sergey remained nothing more than a memory\u2014a lesson she had learned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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