Five years ago, a friend of mine invited me to a wedding - her son married. The mother was very happy about this - finally Victor calmed down, otherwise until the age of 30 he was running around the women. She really thought that he was unlucky with her, unfit for family life, but here, look, Nastya met Nastya, and how everything was cut off.
They did not meet for long, only two months, and then he proposed to her, well, and they played a wedding. Surprisingly, he was not even stopped by the fact that Nastya was already divorced and was raising her five-year-old son alone. As for the parents, the guy, they were only glad to have a ready-made grandson.
After the wedding, the young people settled separately, Viktor's parents gave them a two-room apartment in a newly built house. A truly royal gift, to be sure.
When we settled down a bit, we decided, as expected, to celebrate a housewarming party, for which relatives and close friends also gathered. I knew many of them, but some were unfamiliar to me. For example, for the first time I saw my friend's husband's cousin.
She arrived with her daughter, who was, therefore, Victor's second cousin. I remembered them because they gave a young family a plant called Amorphophallus, and I also have three of them at home.
The plant is quite specific, in the spring the tuber hiding in the ground produces a peduncle that really looks like a phallus, and only then leaves appear. The smell of the flower is quite strong and not too pleasant, rarely anyone dares to keep it at home.
I noticed that the flowerpot was quite large, and I told Nastya that the plant should be transplanted into another, smaller one, I know that amorphophallus feels much better in somewhat cramped conditions.
But for some reason the donors were offended by my remark, they said that it was indecent to comment on other people's gifts, and they did it in a rather aggressive manner. Well, I shut up and didn't insist.
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She only said that if there are any problems with the flower, then I will always be glad to help with advice. And the flower pot took its place in the new apartment.
A couple of months later, a friend began to complain that the young people were not doing well in the family. According to her, they fought endlessly and sorted out the relationship. And also, as far as I understood from her words, in an intimate sense, not everything was going well for them.
Well, yes, this is not my business, although I tried to calm my friend down by saying that I will grind - there will be flour, well, and something else that is usually said in such cases. And at the end of summer, Nastya unexpectedly called me and asked for permission to come to see my flowers.
Of course, I agreed. In the evening, Nastya came to visit me and was surprised. She said that her amorphophallus did not look like that at all - and showed a photograph.
I must admit that the sight of the plant really struck me as somehow strange, but I thought it was all because it was in a too spacious pot, and again advised Nastya to transplant it. At the same time, the girl shared her joy, it turns out that she was already four months pregnant.
Two days later, Nastya called again and said that she had transplanted the plant on my advice. Only when I dug up the ground, I found there an incomprehensible cloth bag with something dried up inside.
So, along with this bag, I transplanted, asked if I knew what kind of fertilizer it could be. Honestly, I have never heard of such fertilizers, I could not even answer her. Well, transplanted, and okay.
And a week later, a friend came running to me terribly upset and said that Nastya was taken to the hospital, she had a miscarriage.
A couple more weeks passed. And I learned that a new misfortune fell on Nastya. She caught some kind of infection, from which her hands began to become covered with weeping sores. The dermatologist prescribed some kind of ointment, but it almost did not help at all.
Several more months passed, perhaps about a year. Nastya continued to treat her hands. But unsuccessfully, no medication helped. Doctors began to suspect that this disease was of a psychosomatic nature, especially since Victor left the family.
Not just gone - to another woman. And you know to whom? Here to that very distant relative, second cousin. Yes Yes. The one who came to the housewarming party with her mother, and they also presented a flower.
The whole family was shocked - as my friend did not try to reason with her son, no matter how she explained that they were relatives, it was not humanly, he firmly stood his ground - I love, they say, and I can not live without her. And that's it.
He was not even stopped by the fact that his parents firmly said that they did not want to know another daughter-in-law, except Nastya, and that they were forbidden to appear in their home. He slammed the door and left for a new passion.
And she is glad. A friend of mine later told me that it turns out that she had been running after him since childhood, but Victor treated her like a sister. And then there is how it turned. Oh, it's not for nothing - what the hell? I blurt out, is there any love spell here, well, it can't all be so unexpected?
My friend looked at me strangely, and it seems that this thought sunk into her head. Well, we sat with her a little more, then she went home, and for some time we did not communicate - about three weeks.
And then she came to me again in the evening and told me the following. In order not to get confused, I will present the events in chronological order.
This girl, to whom Victor left, was the only daughter of his mother, and even a late child - she gave birth to her when she had completely lost hope. It is not surprising that the woman spoiled her child and did not refuse him anything.
So a capricious princess grew up, accustomed to the fact that all her desires are immediately fulfilled. And it had to happen that she fell in love with Victor.
For several years she unsuccessfully tried to attract his attention to herself, but only, as I said, the guy, despite his lovingness, saw in her only a younger sister.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that the girl is outwardly very attractive and, if desired, could find herself any boyfriend, she did not even look the other way, having hammered into her head that Victor should only belong to her.
The news of his marriage had a terrible effect on her, she even tried to commit suicide and cut her veins. Fortunately, the girl was rescued, but she continued to insist that she would not live without Victor. It was then that the mother promised her that very soon Victor would divorce his wife and live with her.
It turned out by chance. My friend took Nastya to some grandmother - to treat her hands. Ordinary doctors refused it, recommended to drink sedatives and that's it. This grandmother, as Nastya saw, turned pale all over, shook, and then said that the dead were behind her.
Well, the women did not understand anything, of course, they began to find out. This grandmother said that this disease was not for nothing - Nastya was damaged by using the cemetery land. She told me to think about what and how can be connected with the earth, and then come to her and bring it. That "this" she herself did not know.
In complete confusion, Nastya and her mother-in-law went home, and then racked their brains for several days. It was then that Nastya remembered about that same bag in a flower pot. Well, they grabbed this amorphophallus and took it to grandma.
She put on gloves and an apron, carried the pot out into the street, spread some kind of rags and shook everything out neatly on it. Indeed - a bag. They unfolded it, took out the contents - the grandmother looked and said that it was a dried rabbit's genitals, wrapped on top with black thread.
And the soil in the flower pot was obviously taken from the grave. Nastya touched her with her bare hands - hence her strange illness. To check her suspicions, the grandmother whispered something over the water and splashed it on the ground - and from there steam began to flow.
And there is. The old woman neatly folded everything up and sent the women home, said that she knew what to do next, and they had no need to look at it.
Within a few days, the crusts on Nastenka's hands began to dry out, and the itching stopped. Soon Victor began to call: to ask for forgiveness, to repent, to say that he did not know what had come over him. He immediately left that girl, and asked his parents to live until Nastya forgave him.
Well, she forgave him, I see. Now they live together again. As for that cousin and her daughter, my friend immediately called them and told them to forget about their existence forever and never even think about appearing on the doorstep.
Author: Inna Kondaurova