A seemingly happy, well-off family. Intelligent friends, a terrific kid, lots of travel, expensive furniture, clothes and appliances, two cars, an apartment in the city center and a summer house on the sea. What else was missing?
So thought Dima, looking at his sleeping wife. They had been quarreling a lot in the last year. The scandals were unbearable, and always came from Dima's wife Anfisa. They used to live beautifully, despite the fact that there was almost no money in those years. Dima sang serenades under Anfisa's window, and she laughed gaily from her parents' balcony - but she was not mocking, she was sincerely happy.
The couple in love often went on various camping trips with student friends - tents, shish kebabs, fishing, gathering mushrooms and berries.
Dima remembers one such trip very vividly - and not because that day raccoons stole all the food, and instead of insect repellent Dima accidentally took the shoe polish from the house. And although this campaign was not fun, Dima and Anfisa laughed for a long time, because Dima, angry about the endless mosquito bites, smeared his face with the same shoe polish. Even the photo remained - it is still in one of the endless family albums. Next to a photo of Anfisa's hand with a ring on it.
On that very "humongous day", as the happy couple always called it, Dima proposed to Anfisa. She said yes.
All happy moments pass - so Anfisa decided, when Dima began to disappear until deep into the night at work. He invested his savings in the company, which at the moment is one of the most successful in town.
But the more successful the firm, the more money, and the more responsibility and work - which is why Dima began to disappear. He provided everything the family needed, but he did not have time to pay attention to either Anfisa or his son Mishka, on whose birthday he also disappeared at work.
One birthday of his son attended Dmitry - it was the first year of the boy's life. At that time the firm was just beginning to flourish, and the family had the opportunity to spend time together.
There was.
Dima became a workaholic who had little contact with his family. But Anfisa became too family-oriented-she pestered both Dima and Misha with her endless demands.
It seemed to her that their standard of living had to be met - a special fork for every dish, a separate bedroom for every guest, an intelligent smile and small talk for every friend.
It seemed to Anfisa that she had to be the best in everything: in cooking, cleaning, ironing clothes, gathering her husband to work and the child to school, in holding various events, in organizing secular family celebrations. Dima, who knew Anfisa as a simple girl who used to smear toothpaste on her boyfriend's face at night and giggled, putting toilet paper on top, could not understand what had happened to his wife.
She had become painfully nasty, nagging, demanding. And Dima was not the least bit comforted by the fact that his wife was the best of all. Colleagues looked at Dimka enviously - how lucky he was!
His wife is beautiful, intelligent, and socially behaves like a queen. Looking at her, it seemed that she really royal blood - she was always and everywhere just fine.
But only Dima realized that his wife was not the woman he had once called to marry.
One evening Anfisa decided to wait for her husband. She was practically dozing when she heard the sound of the gate. The woman threw on her silk robe and came out of the bedroom to meet her husband. He came home with a tired face - as always.
And a loud scandal ensued. People who loved each other until they couldn't think of anything else were throwing themselves at each other like angry dogs. Anfisa yelled that she had the whole house to herself and Dima screamed that he had to provide for the house. The couple began to turn to personalities. And finally, the husband could not stand it and shouted:
- Listen, can we get a divorce, huh?
The wife patted her eyes, and angrily replied:
- "Let's do it.
Dima remained asleep in the living room. And little Misha, who watched this scene from the stairs, could not sleep all night.
In the morning Anfisa was in great spirits. Misha was surprised - they had argued so loudly at night with Daddy!
Dima, on the other hand, went to work in silence without saying a word to anyone.
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It was Saturday, and Misha didn't have to go to school. Despite the sleepless night, he didn't feel like sleeping at all. He ate breakfast and watched his mother make cakes. Anfisa did not seem to notice her son: she was humming something to herself, now and then stirring the ingredients for the cream and dough. Then she turned and looked at her son as if she had just realized that her son was watching.
- Misha, dear, go to your room. The cakes are for tonight, you don't have to wait for them. Play on the computer or watch cartoons.
Misha nodded, and headed to his room. All this seemed strange to him. Mom is kind, but too suspicious. It was as if she didn't want her son watching her cooking. Never did she send Misha to play on the computer or watch cartoons - on the contrary, Anfisa tried to shield the child from all that.
She would say, "Go practice your English," or "Go play the piano. But she never sent him to watch
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