One day I was walking through the local shops, shopping, and suddenly I noticed the Cashier talking to a boy no more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier says: I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.

Then a little boy turned to me and asked: Uncle, are you sure that I do not have enough money?
I counted the money and replied: My dear, you do not have enough money to buy this doll.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

After paying for my purchases, I approached him again and asked to whom he was going to give this doll ...?
My sister loved this doll very much and wanted to buy it. I would like to give it to her for her birthday! I would like to give the doll to my mom so she can pass it on to my sister when she goes to her!
…His eyes were sad when he said that.
My sister has gone to God. So my father told me, and said that soon my mother would also go to God, so I thought that she could take the doll with her and give it to my sister!? ….

I ended my shopping in a pensive and strange state. I couldn't get this boy out of my head. Then I remembered - there was an article in the local newspaper two days ago about a drunken man in a truck who hit a woman and a little girl. The little girl died immediately on the spot, and the woman was in critical condition. The family must decide to turn off the machine that keeps her alive, as the young woman is unable to recover from her coma. Is this the family of the boy who wanted to buy a doll for his sister?

After two days, an article was published in the newspaper saying that that young woman had died… I could not hold back my tears… I bought white roses and went to the funeral… The young girl was lying in white, in one hand there was a doll and a photo, and on one side was a white rose.
I left in tears, and I felt that my life would now change ... I will never forget this boy's love for his mother and sister !!!

Please DO NOT DRIVER DURING ALCOHOL!!! You can destroy not only your own life...

This marvelous story took place right before my eyes. And I really want that, after reading it to the end, the reader draws the right conclusions and does not repeat the mistakes that the characters made. After all, youth is inexperienced and beautiful in its emotionality and purity of feelings, but how often it is deceived!

Taya studied at school with excellent marks and went to the gold medal. All correct, from a strict family, she was always under control: she returned home at a certain time, no walks in dubious places and with dubious people. And, of course, no boys! But are the prohibitions strong when such a tender and impressionable age comes? So in the 10th grade, a girl suddenly fell in love with him ... He was short, natural blond, a young trainee - a history teacher. Yes, and he lived very close, which was in the hands of lovers: they could see each other often.

And just like that, the bell rang at my door. I was very surprised to see this couple in the aisle. Somehow sadly downcast eyes, Taya quietly asked me for money. My heart somehow turned cold and it immediately became clear that something terrible and wrong had happened. And so it was. It turned out that she was pregnant. I should not have told Sasha everything that I thought about him, perhaps this would have prevented further mistakes. But realizing that they will still have an abortion, whether I give money or not, I decided to give it.

Everything went well, Taisiya endured everything normally, but continued the relationship. The way she looked at him is beyond words. There was so much tenderness, love, trust and hope in this look that everyone began to glow in the aura of her feelings. Including Alexander.

After a certain time, I met her again, inquiring about her well-being and relationships. According to her, everything was fine. Taya finished 11th grade. After a couple of months, it became clear that they were expecting a baby. The pregnancy was simply unthinkable: so that her mother would not send her to have an abortion, she had to hide it as soon as possible. She wore only loose clothes, and during the supposed critical days, she carefully tinted the pads with paint. Mom found out everything only in the seventh month, when she caught her daughter while changing clothes.

The painting was scheduled for January. A beautiful gold ring flaunted on a thin finger. She was so looking forward to this day - with trepidation and love, like a baby under her heart. She came to the registry office in advance, waiting for her future husband and the father of her child. The time was drawing near, but it was not. And after 5, 10, 30 minutes... he wasn't there at all.

The baby is very similar to the mother. But he doesn't have a dad yet. But stepbrothers or sisters, according to rumors, three.

One fine June evening, I had to meet with cousin and his friends, among whom was he, my young man. It never occurred to me then that an adult (he is 4 years older than me) and a rather attractive guy could pay attention to me, an inconspicuous girl.

Although we had known each other before, we did not communicate, let alone be friends. It all started from that evening. He began to walk me home, pick me up, give me small gifts that certainly made me smile. Gradually, I began to get used to him, and a quarrel with a friend brought us even closer. He became indispensable.

I could tell him everything: what I think about, what I feel, what is going on in my life, he, in turn, consulted with me in everything, defended me. We spent more and more time together. This was followed by an offer to meet. I left for a week, he patiently waited for my answer. On August 1, he heard the long-awaited "I'm your girl." It was an unforgettable summer. We were madly in love with each other.

The first problems began to appear already by autumn, since he had to leave (we live in different cities). We rarely saw each other, we didn't talk often. So let's say, pride did not allow me to call first, and he took revenge on me in his own way for my stupid principles. Now I understand how stupid I was and would have done everything, if only to return everything, but alas .. They swore often, were offended, they could not talk for a month, but they always reconciled, and everything started anew: kisses, hugs, promises to be always there. So two whole years passed. There were big plans for the future. He was looking forward to my 18. Dreamed of a son, wanted to get married ..

I've always been terribly jealous of him. No, it was not even jealousy, but the fear of losing a loved one, because life without him made no sense. She knew that she was walking, but she forgave everything, often pretended not to know. Girlfriends offered to leave, but this was out of the question, because he meant a lot to me, was a support, and most importantly, I loved him. And now I love, I will not hide.

But this spring something happened that destroyed my life, destroyed me from the inside. We didn't see each other for about a month. As usual, we had a fight, even with my studies there were problems, and he transferred to shift work. I've heard rumors about his tricks. But what my friend told me broke my heart into small pieces.

Our mutual friend is pregnant .. From him .. He will have a child, and I will not give birth to him .. The world around was empty, it darkened in my eyes, it is impossible to describe the pain that I felt at that moment. 3 days I lived on some sedatives, I did not dare to call him. It seemed to me that everyone already knew about it, that everyone was poking a finger at me. God, what a shame.. After a week, I managed to convince myself that these are just rumors, and I definitely need to talk to him. This simply could not be, because he swore that he loved, because we dreamed of a son, of our son ..

Here they are, long awaited the May holidays they should have explained everything. We had not seen each other for more than a month, how I missed him .. Dreams, where he and I, where we are insanely happy, tormented me every night. I didn’t want to wake up, because in fact something happened in my life that you probably wouldn’t wish on your enemy. Here it is, the long-awaited meeting, how much I wanted to hug him, but pride, of course, did not allow, I was just afraid that I would look pathetic in the eyes of the one I love very much, I was madly afraid that he stopped loving me. Throughout the conversation, I sat with a stone face and silently listened to him. He swore that this was not his child, said that he loved her deeply, but it made no sense.

He betrayed me. My knees trembled, I so wanted to burst into tears, but there seemed to be no tears. For the first time in 3 years, I didn't believe him. I did not believe, but I forgave. Probably not even because she loved, but because she was afraid to change her life like this, in one moment.

A couple of days later we got into a fight again. He was offended that I went to a friend without warning him. It was last straw my patience has run out. How could he reproach me for such a trifle, while I forgave him for betrayal.

Really it was impossible to show a little patience and understanding .. And of course, all this remained inside me, I just turned around and left. I was waiting for a call, an apology. But he didn’t call the next day, not a week, not a month .. I found out through a friend that he was still offended by me, and believes that I behaved wrong and, in turn, is waiting for my call.

It's been 3 months since we haven't spoken. It was the most painful time in my life. Everything that I do not undertake, collapses before my eyes. As they say, trouble does not come alone. The other day, a friend gave birth to a daughter. More and more often I see him drunk. Relatives complain that he became nervous and drinks constantly.

If only they knew how I feel now. Everything inside me freezes when I hear his name. Everything is torn apart when I see another next to him. How unbearable all this is. I just want to come up and hug you very, very hard, and never let go for a second, never .. But I understand very well that you can’t do this, because people don’t change and this thought just kills me ..

Maybe it's for the best that it ended like this. After all, nothing terrible actually happened. Just one less loved person in my life. After all, it happens...

I should probably be glad that I didn’t end up in the place of a poor girl, because I’m not ready to raise a baby alone. (every day I console myself in this way. Although I know very well that this would not have happened to me ... you can’t even imagine how painful it was for me to write all this. As if I experienced it all from the beginning.

“All this happened almost three years ago…. We submitted an application to the registry office. We are me and Arsen (the best guy in the whole world!). We decided to take note of this. We gathered a group of friends and went to the forest for a picnic. We were so happy in those seconds that intuition chose to remain silent about the tragic outcome of this whole story (so as not to upset us and not spoil this “fairy tale melody”).

I hate intuition! I hate! Her tips would save the life of my beloved….. We drove, sang songs, smiled, cried with happiness…. An hour later everything was broken .... I woke up in a hospital room. The doctor looked at me. His gaze was frightened and confused. Apparently, he did not expect that I would be able to come to my senses. Five minutes later, I began to remember .... We were hit by a truck... While I remember the details .... My voice diligently whispered the name of the groom .... I asked about his whereabouts, but everyone (without exception) was silent. It was as if they were keeping some nasty secret. Thoughts that something happened to my kitten, I did not let me close to me, so as not to go crazy.

He died….. Only one piece of news saved me from insanity: I am pregnant and the child survived! I'm sure it's a gift from God. I will never forget my beloved!

Second love story

“How long has it been…. What a romantic banality! We were introduced to the Internet. He introduced, but reality separated. He gave me a ring, they were going to get married .... And then he left me. Threw without regret! How unfair and cruel! For two and a half years I lived with a dream that everything would come back…. But fate stubbornly resisted this.

I dated men to erase my beloved from my memory. One of my boyfriends met me in the same city where my precious ex lived. I never thought that I would meet him in this crowded metropolis. But what always happens is what we least expect .... We walked with my young man, holding hands. We stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the green light. And he stood on reverse side roads…. Next to him was his new passion!

Pain and trembling pierced my entire body. Pierced through! Our eyes met, carefully pretending that we were total strangers. However, this look did not escape my boyfriend. Naturally, he bombarded me with questions and questions when we returned home (we lived with him). I told everything. Petya packed my bags and sent me home by train. I understand him…. And he probably understands me too. But only in your own way. Thanks to him for sending me home without scandals and bruises "as a keepsake."

There were two and a half hours left before the train left. I found the number of my beloved and called him. He immediately recognized me, but did not hang up the pipe (I thought that would be the case). He arrived. We met at the station cafe. Then they walked around the square. My suitcase was waiting for me alone at the station. I even forgot to take it to the storage room!

My ex and I sat down on a bench by the fountain and talked for a long time. I didn’t want to look at the clock, I didn’t want to hear the sound of the rails .... He kissed me! Yes! Kissed! Many times, passionately, greedily and tenderly…. I dreamed that this fairy tale would never end.

When my train was announced.... He took my hands and said the most bitter words: “Forgive me! You are very good! You're the best! But we can't be together.... I'm getting married in two months.... Sorry it's not for you! My fiancee is pregnant. And I can never leave her. Forgive me again!" Tears spilled out of their eyes. It seemed as if my heart was crying uncontrollably.

I don't remember how I ended up in the car. I don't remember how I arrived... It seemed to me that I no longer live .... And the ring, presented to them, treacherously shone on the finger .... Its brilliance was very similar to the tears that I shed during those days ....

A year has passed. I could not stand it and looked at his Vkontakte page. He was already married... They already called him dad.

"Daddy" and "happy husband" was and remains my best memory and best stranger .... And his kisses burn my lips so far. Do I want to repeat the moments of a fairy tale? Now there is no. I won't let the best person become a traitor! I will enjoy the fact that he was once in my life.

The third story about the sad, about Love from life

"Hello! It all started so great, so romantic…. I found him on the Internet, met him, fell in love with each other .... Cinema, right? Only, perhaps, without a happy ending.

We hardly met. Somehow quickly began to live together. I liked living together. Everything was perfect, like in paradise. And the engagement came to an end. Only a few months left before the wedding... And the beloved has changed. He started yelling at me, calling me names, insulting me. He had never allowed himself to do this before. I can't believe it's him.... The dear one apologized, of course, but his apologies are very few for me. It would be enough if it didn't happen again! But something “found” something on the beloved, and the whole story was repeated again and again. You have no idea how much pain I'm in right now! I love him to utter madness! I love so much that I hate myself for the power of love. I am at a strange crossroads.... One path leads me to a breakup. Another (despite everything) - in the registry office. What naivete! I understand that people don't change. This means that my " perfect man". But how to live without him, if he is my whole life? ..

Recently I told him: "my love, you devote very little time to me, for some reason." He did not let me agree. He started freaking out and yelling at me loudly. It somehow alienated us even more. No, I'm not imagining any tragedy here! It's just that I deserve attention, but he does not let go of the laptop. He parted with his “toy” only when something intimate “pecks” between us. But I don't want our relationship to be exclusively about sex!

I live, but I feel like my soul is dying. The native (most native) person does not notice this to me. I will not think that he does not want to notice, otherwise bitter tears will be shed. Wasted tears that can’t help me in any way….».

sad stories about Love taken from real life. . .

Continuation. . .

Phone call. 2am.

- Hi. I love you.

- Hi (smiles).

- How are you without me? Sorry it's so late...

- Never mind. Leshka, I missed you so much, when will you arrive?

- The sun, there is just a little bit left, just a couple of hours and I'm at home. Let's talk, otherwise I've been driving for 10 hours, I'm tired, I have no strength, and your voice invigorates me and gives me strength.

- Of course, let's talk. Come on, tell me how your business trip ended? Cheated on me, probably (smiles)?

- Lyubanya, how can you joke like that, I love you so much that I don’t even look at anyone. And at work I managed to do a lot, a lot. I am sure that after all this I will at least raise my salary. Here. And how do you feel? Is our baby pushing?

- Pushing ... this is not enough to say, I don’t understand what I did to him. And, you know, usually, when I hear your voice, it is calmness itself, but now something, on the contrary, has dispersed. Why did you decide to go into the night? I would have rested, but I was driving, otherwise ... Tell me how you left.

- Well, how, how: after the last negotiations, I got into the car, drove to the hotel for things and moved towards the house. Somewhere in the second half of the journey, an hour and a half ago, don't worry, I switched off, but just for a couple of seconds. Everything is fine, thank God, but feeling tired again, I decided to call you so as not to fall asleep again.

“So how can I not worry? Wait a second, the city is calling. At a time like this, who could it be? Wait a second.

- Sotnikova Love?

- Yes. Who is it?

- Senior Sergeant Klimov. Sorry it's so late, we found a car that was in an accident. According to the documents, the person inside is Aleksey Valeryevich Sotnikov. Is this your husband?

- Yes. But that can't be, I'm just talking to him on my cell phone right now.

- Hello, Lyosha. Lyosha, answer! They tell me that you've crashed. Hello! In response, only a slightly audible hiss of the speaker.

- Ale. I'm sorry, but I actually just talked to him.

“Sorry, but that's not possible. The medical expert stated that death occurred about an hour and a half ago. I'm really sorry. Excuse me, we need you to come for identification. How much you need to love and want to return home in order not to notice death ...

Every April 15, she and her son visit him at the cemetery. Alyoshka is an exact copy of his father. And he often says: "Hi, I love you" - this was his dad's favorite expression. He knows that his parents loved each other very much, he knows that his parents were looking forward to his appearance, he loves them very much. And also, every time he comes to the cemetery with his mother, he approaches the stove, hugs it as much as he can and says: “Hi, dad” and starts telling how he is doing, how he built a house out of cubes, how he drew a cat, how he scored his the first goal, as he loves and helps his mother. Lyuba constantly, looking at her son, smiles and tears run down her cheek ... From a gray gravestone, a young man smiles handsome guy, like before. He will always be 23 years old. Thanks to the master, who even conveyed the expression of his beloved eyes. From below, she asked to make an inscription: “You left forever, but not from my heart ...” His cell phone was never found at the scene of the accident and she expects that someday he will definitely call her again ..