Back in 1959 I lived in Donetsk. On the old New Year's Eve, I decided to tell fortunes for the betrothed-mummer. She put matches under the pillow - supposedly a bridge - and whispered: "Whoever takes me across this bridge will be my husband."
On the same night I dream that I am standing in front of a bridge, it is raining heavily. I need to cross to the other side, but I'm afraid. Suddenly I see - a guy is coming towards. Not a soul around, only I hear voices: "Do not be afraid, go with him, you will be fine." The guy took me to the other side, and the rain stopped. The puddles are shining, the sun is shining, it's warm. And the guy asks: "Now where - to you or to me?" I answered him, they say, then we will agree. I woke up in the morning and thought: I would dream of such nonsense about anything.
In June of the same year, while on vacation, I went to the village to see my mother. Once I went with a friend to a village club. As soon as the music began to play, a guy came up to me, introduced himself as Vasily, inviting me to dance. It turns out that he also came to the village on vacation from Volgograd. He walked me home from the club. We met for only a week, then my vacation ended. Vasya promised to come to Donetsk and pick me up from there. I thought it was just a joke, I did not take his words seriously.
And suddenly at the beginning of November I received a telegram: “Meet me at the airport. Basil . I took a friend with me, went to meet. The plane landed, everyone left the arrival area, but Vasya did not. They waited a little longer, got ready to go home, and here he goes with the pilots. It turned out that someone had accidentally taken his suitcase and left his own in exchange. It took him so long to deal with the situation …
… Soon Vasya's vacation, taken at his own expense, ended. He offered to go to the registry office, but it was raining outside, so I didn't want to go out under him! But still he persuaded me. When we received the marriage certificate, we went out into the street. The rain had stopped, the sun was shining, the puddles glittered. We began to argue where it is better for us to build our nest - in Donetsk or in Volgograd? And only then I remembered my prophetic dream. And I even realized what it was. Vasya took me across the bridge.
Then I moved to him in Volgograd. We lived in the city for 39 years, and now we have moved to the village. We have been living happily for 56 years …
Nina Petrovna, Volgograd region