Chapter 1. Beginning
He:
"I woke at dawn. House is quiet. Relatives still sleep. Why am I feeling so badly? After all, I have a home, parents are alive, there are sisters. And they all love me, care for me, prayed for me. That would be in my life I was fine. I'm lonely. How to explain to them that I have already grown up from a parent's nest. It's time for me to fly away, but there is still no such possibility.
I got into a vicious circle, from which I still can not escape. Gawd! Why don't you hear my prayers!
A few years ago I saw everything in rainbow colors. It seemed to me that as soon as I get a diploma, as that hour all the doors will be open to me. But that didn't happen. There are no miracles in the world where I was born and grew up. In any case, miracles do not happen to me. One illusion. That's what I'm left with. Immerse yourself in a world of illusions and fantasies. I can't even afford to have a family. Because of the family to take care of. The wife and children will have to be fed and clothed. Will have to think already not only about his future, and about OUR.
But the work that would give all this, and has not appeared so far. The diploma was gathering dust on the shelf. And all the pleasures that could be obtained from life, remained only dreams.
He reached out, took a deep breath, and got out of bed. The day was gaining momentum. It was necessary to think again about daily bread. After reading the prayer and hastily drinking tea, he left the house.
In the head once again there was an action plan for the day: first work, in the evening meeting with friends. It's easier for them. Less ambition. Fewer requests. They rarely complain about life. A little talk about girls. Then a meeting with the girls. Nothing to talk about. And another day will be over
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The day really flew by. Managed to disconnect and not think about the future. Just doing routine work. In the wasteland where their company was supposed to gather while there was only one Eric.
- Hi! Miss me? - he stretched like a lazy cat, handed it to the man hand.
- Hey, Hank. While you were gone, I was dreaming. Just i saw Arthur on a new car: Toyota last issue. What a life! And not working! But everything is: the car, the house, and the girls.
- Everything. Only no conscience. After all, all that he has, he did not earn, but bought with money that lured from gullible people.
- Nu, you, as always! He didn't take them away! They gave him the money sameself, Eric chuckled, looking at the man from under his eyebrows. – A here is you himself try? Can you do it like him?
- What should I do? – Hank somewhat distracted, and did not immediately understand what he said friend.
- Yes to do so, as Arthur. Get a profile on a Dating site,. To get acquainted with the ladies, schmoozing them, but at that to present all that, That they owe you money
- And what do you suggest? Should I do the same as Arthur? Or maybe you've already tried it yourself? - Hank looked at his friend incredulously.
- I don't need that. I didn't finish the institutes. I'm okay.…
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The evening passed as usual, but the offer Eric, like splinters, were sitting in the head. And if try? But that's not fair! But I won't ask for money? Just getting to know someone! What's next?
Internal argument with himself continued for several days, and he still decided.
Hank sat down to the computer and decided to start to see what to choose an image for Dating. In his opinion, no woman can resist a brutal American, whose appearance will be like a Hollywood star.
The legend was also found very quickly: an engineer on an oil and gas platform. Therefore it is impossible to exchange video calls. Only audio, and even then not often. And time for communication turned out very convenient: when he will write before work, it will be possible to tell that he has now a lunch break and when in the evening, time of collecting for work.
He chuckled and, biting his lip, began to register on a Dating site. He liked the idea more and more. The main thing now was to not spill the beans. If it works, then he can brag to your friends. And if not? Then no one will know anything. It will remain his little failure.
For greater reliability, he created two profiles. He liked the face of the person that he chose for this game: open, with Falcon eyebrows, soft lip line and neat beard. Surely this all should be like!
He slowly looked through the profiles on the Dating site. There were many photos. Different female faces. Sometimes it seemed to him that they were not much different from each other. There were also his compatriots. But their was little. Basically, it was a woman with white skin. One attracted his attention: species photos on the background of various architectural structures. He found out something. After all, he always wanted to travel, but there was no money. Therefore, he spended hours in front of the computer, studying the places where I wanted to visit.
The woman was aged. But pretty. He smiled: against guy that which he invented, she clearly will not stand.
- Hi! I want to meet you, - he sent a standard request form, and, as catcher, waited for a response.
He knew that if he will meet with several, the chance for success will be much higher. But decided not to risk.
The answer came quickly enough: he was answered! The first step was already taken. Then it only remained to develop a relationship, trying to deceive and catch their prey in the love network.
She:
She was bored. Summer. Vacation. There was nothing to occupy herself with. She hardly had any friends. C and the friends that she had, to communicate was also not particularly desirable.
A year ago, she started writing poetry. After there she started novels. But now she realized that she was experiencing a certain stagnation in her work. Her mind was blank, the heart, too. Themes were absent. For shrug our shoulders was a slight another journey, beautiful photos, and ahead only void. To work still had a month.
The woman sighed while looking through her notes. For the past two months, she periodically stopped by to Dating sites. What gave her it ? Next to nothing. Is that the opportunity to write a few more poems. And only. But not for long.
She quickly realized that her compatriots were not interested in her. They wanted to find only mistresses, and nothing more. A Dating site gave the opportunity to save money on gifts and time on courtship.
At the same time, those who wanted to marry, dreamed of a wife twenty years younger. One of man decided to become its groom: candidate of science, her senior by twenty years.
The woman smiled, imagining herself next to such an old man. What he will can to give her? Decided to save too? Get a free nurse? To have someone to take out the pots?
She Sighed heavily, understanding, that becomes the angry. And why to be kind? All the time on the sites was spent almost in vain: how many acquaintances, so many attempts to breed her for money. One thing is good: she forced her interlocutors to write in English, which gave her the opportunity to remember a foreign language that she studied many years ago.
She wondered, again remembering one of them, and the letters he had written her:
"My sunshine. How are you doing today? I hope you're in good health. My love! I want to take this opportunity to tell you that I dream of waking up next to you every morning. And every morning it is with you to listen to the birds singing. We will drink coffee while watching the sunrise, and in the evenings eat burgers or pizza sitting together in front of the TV in the living room. My dream is to hug you, hugging you tightly under a cozy flannel blanket. I dream to celebrate holidays and birthdays together. I want to whisper sweet words to you, taking a shower with you. To walk through the puddles, in the rain, and in winter is making snowmen. And after i will warming you, making sensual massage with aromatic oils. I dream of holding your hands, kissing your fingertips. That's how I want feel about living with you. And so be it, until death do us part."
He was the first one to write to her, and the first one she caught as a con artist. Then there were others. She didn't hate them, just mild annoyance. And sometimes im really grateful: under her pen appeared a wonderful poems, written explanation of these letters.
And many of its readers admitted that it is difficult to resist not to melt, having heard such lines about love.
And now this sign of sympathy for her: adorable brunette with light gray hair, neat beard skipper and a beautiful name John. He asked her to exchange e-mails, and she, of course, agreed.
On the fourth day of acquaintance, they moved to communicate via phone. She immediately requested the Internet code of the country where the number was registered – States. She looked at the e – mail settings-the time coincided. Is he really real? Not a fake?
It was surprising that such a handsome man pay attention to her. When after a week of communication he spoke to her about love, she felt a slight disappointment as usual. Had to wait for the moment when he starts to think of a reason to start to extract money from her.
She has repeatedly faced with it. Usually schemes were the same. There were several of them: for the treatment of children, to send a parcel with valuable things, for which she would have to pay real money. And some others.
But John was in no hurry to ask. Her new friend told her that he was his contract ends in nine weeks, and then he will be able to call her on video. She was surprised none did not plan such a long term for Dating. Usually two or three weeks. And in reality, even less.
He told that he has a daughter who is sixteen years old. But as soon as she tried to find out the details, he deftly walked away from the conversation. It was alarming, causing a sense of annoyance, but did not stop.
Most of all she was surprised that such a handsome man could pay attention to her. She felt gray mouse, especially on the his background.
And one day he called. The connection was very poor and she hardly understood anything from his speech. But she was glad his attention. In the evening they again conducted a written conversation.
From correspondence:
- Why did you call? You know I don't understand your speech, right? That I can only write?
- I wanted to hear your voice.
- When will I see you?
- I told you, sweetie, I can't use the camera.
- You rarely became to emerge. Too much work?
- It's just a bad connection. Please take care. OK?
- John, why don't you ever call me by my name? You remember him?
- Remember. But you'll always be my sweetheart. That's why I call you... I have to go. I'll write you later Do not be sad and take care of yourself. For me…
To be continue:
http://www.stihi.ru/2019/01/09/4584
Версия на русском языке: http://www.proza.ru/2019/01/13/943