I always shied away from witchcraft literature and other feng shui like the plague, but not to say that I was afraid of them. On the contrary, inside of me sat the unfounded confidence that I knew more about this than is written in the most detailed book.
My friend - she is fond of astrology and has already become a real professional in this field - once remarked: “Probably, in your past life you were some famous witch and paid great price for it. Maybe they burned you at the stake! And you still have fear in this life because of what you did in the past. Rather, the fear of retribution. I laughed then: it’s a man who invents! It's just that my brains are arranged differently.
CABINET FACE TO WINDOW
But laughter is laughter, but I always put the furniture in my communal room not as it is customary, but as something inside suggested. I remember a neighbor comes to me and laughs: “Why did you, Nadya, put the bed in the middle of the room? Your favorite place, or what? And why is the closet facing the window - you can't get through it? From the window, or what, you go into it? You are wonderful …"
Yes, I’m wonderful, I wish I could move the toilet in this communal apartment to the place of the kitchen, and equip the kitchen in the place of the toilet. But who will give me such a trick? So I tried, when I was at home, to go to that toilet as little as possible. In a restaurant, I could imperceptibly move the table or ask to swap places with whom I came there. On the bus, for no price, I would not have sat in an empty seat, which, in my opinion, simply reeked of trouble, even if I was very tired and I had bulky bags in my hands. I cannot explain all this, I just know that it is necessary, and that's it. And about my oddities, except for my astrologer friend, I did not tell anyone, so as not to be considered crazy.
AT THE RIGHT TIME
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I also met my future husband by some intuition. One evening I realized that I just need to go out into the street, breathe, as I then thought. I went out, and my legs were carried in the direction opposite to the sunset, in general, I will not pull rubber: that evening I met Gleb. I immediately realized that he was completely mine, that I had been stomping to him all my adult life, that now a new chapter in the book of my life was beginning. While I could decide for myself how to build my life, I had no complaints about it, everything was rolling like clockwork.
But here is Gleb … Or rather, his apartment. When I first got to his house, my head was dizzy and sick. The head of the bed rested against an invisible hole, and even the pillow seemed to float in fog. There the very place was a closet or a toilet, and it would be even better to lay two meters with bricks in general, to make the wall thicker. It is for this reason that I refused not only to spend the night at Gleb's, but even just to hug in his house, on this bed. Gleb was offended, could not make out the motives of my behavior. And I persistently dragged him into my densely populated communal apartment from his two-room palace in the city center.
EVERYTHING IS WRONG
I realized that I was scaring my loved one with my weirdness, and I hid. I started to come up with some explanations, but I actually hate lying. She said, they say, I'm ashamed of him in chorus, not accustomed, they say, to the royal chambers, don't get me wrong. And he understood, harmony again came. But it only seemed to him that it was harmony, but I saw that everything was not as it should be. Gleb, despite the fact that he has a bright head and a red diploma, does not hold on to any decent job. And you can't blame the bad bosses for everything. Here is the last example: for this bright mind and red diploma, they took Gleb to a very prestigious position as a head and asked to review the work of the department.
Gleb analyzed, compared and searched for a week. So what? At the meeting I got up and … began to analyze and criticize the work of other departments, forgetting about the original task. Of course, he didn't even pass the probationary period. And what did he want if his head floats all night in stench, stench and otherworldly fog? He did not know and did not feel it, but I knew and felt. And she couldn't help it.
Groom with a dowry
Gleb made me an offer, I agreed, of course, but I also thought hard. After the wedding, I had to say goodbye to my communal apartment and move to Gleb, there were no other options. But I would never agree to lie on his new bog oak bed. Never! Several times I suggested that he rearrange the furniture, but Gleb only brushed it off: forever you women need to move the furniture. Let it be, as it was in recent years, my parents had a bed in this place, I do not want to change anything.
Yes! Exactly, that this place was the bed of his parents and his mother has been in a psychiatric clinic for the third year already, and dad drank himself to death and froze in a snowdrift five years ago. But once upon a time, dad was in very good standing in a large company, and mom, a doctor of sciences, taught students. But I could not even give a hint to Gleb about what I think about the fate of his parents, or rather, about the reasons for what happened to them. He would have dumped me right away, saying that I was talking nonsense.
MY CHANCE
The wedding day was approaching, there were two weeks left, and I still hadn't come up with anything … But as a result, I didn't have to invent anything. One afternoon, a frightened Gleb came running to my work and told me this. A large black crow flew through the open window of his bedroom, or it was a crow. The frightened bird darted about the room, Gleb jumped up and rushed to open the balcony, which frightened the crow even more. He hit the wall with force several times, then on the headboard of the bed and, falling at the foot, began to hammer in such terrible agony that Gleb broke a sweat.
The bird, agonizing, crawled to the head of the bed and died there. The floor and carved frame stained oak were stained with almost black blood, but most of all Gleb was shocked by the smell. It smelled like there had been several dead bodies in the room for a week. He flew out of the house and in half an hour was at my work. I listened to him, groaned, gasped and mentally rubbed my hands. Yeah, here's my chance! - I'm not hysterical, Nagy, but this is some kind of devilry, it's good that I don't believe in God or in devil. But I will not sleep in this room, do not persuade, and we will buy another bed, you will choose it yourself and put it where you want. Not in the bedroom! You should have heard her screaming, this bird!
HUNT TO WANGE PLACES
I got a full Gleb "approval", hired builders and began a great restructuring. Gleb vowed not to fit in, but asked for such repairs so that he would not recognize the apartment and that nothing would remind him of that bird's agony. A few months later, we celebrated a real housewarming: I just turned over his apartment, as if in a mirror. In place of the former bedroom, or rather its half, there was a pantry and a bathroom. Where not so long ago we took a shower and had breakfast, there is a cozy small bedroom and, through an arched passage, a living room.
Gleb was confused, but what he wanted was what he got: the apartment was like his, and not his. Soon I got used to it and began to feel great there. The work got better right away, and it was obvious that Gleb would very quickly be at the very top of the career ladder. We lived together, never quarreled at all, but why? From time to time I quietly rearranged something in the apartment or even in … my husband's briefcase, but he did not see it and did not guess. I again felt at ease, and I read my fate as a friend, with whom you can always understand each other and negotiate.
"Line of Fate" September 2013