Warm windows

Olena was riding in a trolleybus and was already marveling at the window. It’s been a long time since she was that lively, cheerful girl who so loved to turn home at the evening trolley bus and look at the windows with the tops of the windows, so that a column was stretched across the bowl. the road. Sometimes she noticed a gentleman at the kitchen window who was fussing over the stove, preparing dinner for the family. Then she tried to guess what the woman herself was preparing for her homeland. Olenka herself really loved smeared potatoes, so she was very nervous about this option. Well, you can’t imagine that at this time they were preparing soup, borscht or porridge - who would you eat in the evening, and potatoes are just another herb... By the dark lighting and covered curtains, Olenka easily recognized the windows of the rooms where the TV was turned off. She was also happy if she marked a cat on the window, with lazy, sad eyes. Olenka really loved these evening lighted windows - from them there was a sense of homely warmth and calm. That’s what she called them: “warm weather.” Olenka was convinced that behind these “warm windows” happy people live: the young, who care for their children, and the old, who care for their grandchildren. She thought about those who have a cat, as about childless, but still happy family people. She saw how the squad poured lubricated potatoes into a bowl, cut bread with skewers, took lightly salted vegetables from jars and brought their homeland to the table. My mother was so timid herself. Already then, the little girl Olenka was dreaming about her happy family behind the same “warm windows.” While riding in a trolleybus, she often wondered what kind of person she would be, how many children there would be, and who would be boys or girls. The little girl was trying to find names for her future children... It’s been a long time since Olena forgot about her childhood, mostly with fantasies and dreams. At seventeen she got married. The windows of the apartment, where they had lived with the man for eleven years, also overlooked the road. That’s why the sounds of trolleybuses and cars were as familiar to her family as the village’s smell of corn and rhubarb of thinness. These days have not been “warm”. At twenty, Olena felt tired of life. Once you’re in the trolleybus, if that delicious fire doesn’t burn in your eyes, you might as well be amazed at the windows of the five-tops that have been burning fires in the yard for days on end. In the face of these fires, there has been no family happiness for a long time... In Olenya, today was an important day at work, it was humming in the closets, but at home it wouldn’t be any easier. No one is fed, as she feels, no one is fed, preferring a good day. Two boys Andriy and Slavko do not show respect to their mother if they use the key to open the door of the apartment - sit at the computer. When you go into your bedroom, get your boyfriend drunk. In the shortest cases, we have a spasm, in the worst case, we have shapely little foreheads on it, in some people we initially talk about the worthlessness of our patients, then we reduce them and, finally, Take it upon yourself to wash your mother’s brushes. Elena bites her lips until they bleed, but she can’t wash away the thirsty word. Through the fate of her friend's life, she learned to stream herself and listen to the man's voice. It was better this way for everyone, including the neighbors... Olena didn’t notice that there was a frail woman sitting next to her in the empty trolleybus. She only showed respect to her if she asked about it in a welcoming voice. Then Olena still can’t guess where her sincere romance began. She started talking to a stranger about those special people who didn’t tell her friends or her own mother. It was so warm in this outsider, right now, so much so that that little, drinkable Olenka could understand and accept in her life, as she looked at the “warm windows” at the evening trolleybus. The little woman listened respectfully, her brown eyes were like sleep and pain. Then she began to talk about God, about His love before her, Deer, about those who the Lord does not care about her lot, She has been waiting for a long time to accept her from her family. Olena believed that all the words brutalized before her were true... The next day, Olena found the little house about which yesterday’s wondrous birth had given birth to her. Their windows also overlooked the road, but I don’t think Olena had shown respect for them before. Possibly, for someone who hasn’t had a five-on-top. Tse buv prayer booth. Here Olena came to know the Lord and trusted Yom, and here she became a child of God - she knew her friend’s homeland. “Warm weather” has appeared in the life of Deer again. She became happy through faith in Jesus Christ. I wanted everything in the house to be as deprived as it had been before, and Olena was told “warm weather” at the house of prayer. She hurried there to seek the blessings of the Heavenly Father for her family. Vaughn believed that in her homeland the windows would soon become “warm.” The Lord will bless this world. 08/03/2014