Love stories and stories. Stories about beautiful love. "The Long-Awaited Boat of Love"

Everything happens in life! And Love has not only Everything, but Everything in the World!

"Zhenya plus Zhenya"

Once upon a time there was a girl, Zhenya... Does this beginning remind you of anything? Yes Yes! The famous and wonderful fairy tale “Tsvetik-Semitsvetik” begins in almost the same way.

In fact, everything starts differently... The girl named Zhenya was eighteen. There were literally a few days left until school graduation. She didn’t expect anything special from the holiday, but she was going to participate (attend) in it. The dress was already prepared. Shoes too.

When graduation day arrived, Zhenya even changed her mind about going where she had planned. But her friend Katya “tuned” her to her previous plans. Zhenya was surprised that for the first time (in her entire life) she was not late for the event. She arrived at it in a second and couldn’t believe her watch!

Her reward for such a “feat” was meeting the guy of her dreams, who, by the way, was also Zhenya’s namesake.

Zhenya and Zhenya dated for nine years. But on the tenth day they decided to get married. We decided and did it! Then we went on a honeymoon to Turkey. In such a romantic period, they also did not leave themselves without “humor”….

They went for a massage. They had this pleasant procedure performed in the same room, but by different people. Since the massage therapists spoke little Russian, the atmosphere was already special. Of course, the specialist massage therapists were interested to know the names of their “guests”. The one who massaged Zhenya asked her name. The second masseuse found out the name of Zhenya’s husband. Apparently, the massage therapists really liked the coincidence of names. And they made one big joke out of it... They started calling Zhenya on purpose so that he and she would turn around, react and flinch. It looked funny!

"The Long-Awaited Boat of Love"

The girl Galya was educated at a private and prestigious higher educational institution. The years passed very quickly for her. In the third year they picked up running because Galochka met her true love. Her aunt bought her a two-room apartment in a good area, and Sasha (her boyfriend) renovated it. They lived peacefully and happily. The only thing that Galya took a long time to get used to was Sasha’s long business trips. He is a sailor. Galya did not see him for four months. The guy came for a week or two and left again. And Galya was bored and waited, waited and missed...

She was more bored and sad because Sanya was against dogs and cats, and Gala was lonely waiting for his return. And then a classmate of a girl turned up who needed an apartment (a room in it). They began to live together, although Sasha was against such living.

Tatyana (Gali’s classmate) changed her life like no one else. This quiet woman who believed in God took Sasha away from Gali. What the girl experienced is known only to her. But a little time passed, and Sasha returned to his beloved. He begged her for forgiveness, because he realized his “harsh” mistake. And Galyunya forgave... Forgave, but did not forget. And he is unlikely to forget. Just like what he told her on that very day of his return: “She was very similar to you. Your main difference is that you were not homely, but Tanya has always been like that. I’m leaving somewhere - I’m calm, I’m not worried that she’ll run away from me somewhere. You are another matter! But I realized that you are the best and I don’t want to lose you.”

Tanya left the lovers' life. Things started to look up. Now Galka is waiting not only for a boat of love with the owner of her heart, but also for their wedding day. It has already been set and no one is going to change the date.

This life story teaches us that true love never dies, that there are no obstacles in true love.

“New Year’s breakup is the beginning of new love”

Vitaly and Maria fell in love so much that they were already planning to get married. Vitaly gave Masha a ring, confessed his love a thousand times... At first everything was as great as in the movies. But soon the “weather of relationships” began to deteriorate. And the couple no longer celebrated the New Year together... Vitalya called the girl and said the following: “You are very cool! Thank you for everything. I felt incredibly good with you, but we are forced to part. It will be better not only for me, but also for you, believe me! I'll call again." Tears flowed from the girl’s eyes in streams, her lips, hands and cheeks trembled. Her lover hung up... Her beloved left her forever, trampling her love... This happened almost at midnight on New Year's Day...

Maria threw herself on the pillow and continued to cry. She would have been glad to stop, but nothing worked for her. The body did not want to listen to her. She thought: “this is the first New Year’s holiday that I am destined to celebrate in complete solitude and with such deep trauma...”. But the guy who lived in the next entrance “created” a different turn of events for her. What did he do that was so unearthly? He just called and invited her to celebrate a magical holiday. The girl denied it for a long time. It was hard for her to speak (tears got in the way). But the friend “defeated” Maria! She gave up. She got ready, put on her makeup, took a bottle of delicious wine, a bag of delicious sweets, and ran to Andrey (that was the name of her friend - the savior).

A friend introduced her to another friend of his. Who, a few hours later, became her boyfriend. That's how it happens! Andryukha, like the rest of the guests, got very drunk and went to bed. And Maria and Sergei (Andrey’s friend) stayed talking in the kitchen. They didn’t even notice how they met the dawn. And none of the guests believed that nothing but conversations happened between them.

When it was time to go home, Seryozha wrote his mobile number on a crumpled piece of newspaper. Masha did not answer in kind. She promised that she would call. Maybe someone won’t believe it, but she kept her promise a few days later, when the New Year’s bustle had calmed down a little.

When was the next date between Masha and Seryozhka... The first phrase the guy said was: “if you lose something dear, you will definitely find something better!”

Seryozha helped Masha forget the man who brought her millions of suffering. They immediately understood that they loved each other, but were afraid to admit it to themselves...

Continuation. . .

All these touching and sweet stories from real life, after reading which you begin to believe that this world is not so bad...

This is the power of love! So different, but so real!

I teach English at a social center for the disabled and pensioners. So before the lesson starts, my elderly students bustle around, open their notebooks, put on glasses and hearing aids. And so the 81-year-old student, adjusting his hearing aid, said to his wife:

Tell me something.

“I love you,” she answered in a whisper.

What? - he adjusted his device.

They both became embarrassed and he kissed her tenderly on the cheek. I have to teach English, but I'm crying. Love exists!

I’m 32. They didn’t sell me a martini in the store (I didn’t take my passport). The husband shouted across the hall: “Yes, sell it to my daughter, everything is fine.”

My grandfather loved borscht very much. And so the grandmother cooked it all month, with the exception of one day, when she cooked some soup. And it was on this day, after eating a bowl of soup, the grandfather said: “The soup is good, of course, but, Petrovna, could you cook some borscht tomorrow? I missed him madly.”

For 3 years of relationship they gave me socks, SOCKS! The most common cheap socks! When I opened the “gift” with a suspicious face, something fell out of one and jumped under the sofa. Containing righteous anger, she climbed after him, and there, covered in dust, lay a beautiful wedding ring! I get out, look, and this miracle is on its knees with a blissful smile and says: “Dobby wants to have an owner!”

My aunt has three children. It so happened that the middle child has been ill for 4 years and part of his brain has been removed. Constant intensive care, expensive medications. In general, you wouldn’t wish it on your enemy. The eldest, 6 years old, dreams of having hair down to her toes. I never cut my hair, I didn’t even allow the ends - I immediately got hysterical. Her class teacher calls and says she didn’t come to her last lesson. It turned out that instead of a lesson, she asked some high school student to cut her hair in order to sell her hair and buy medicine for the younger one.

From the moment my newborn daughter began to utter her first sounds, I secretly taught her to say the word “mom” from my wife, so that this would be her first word spoken. And then the other day I came home earlier than usual, and no one heard me. I go into a room with my wife and child, and my wife secretly teaches my daughter to pronounce the word “dad”...

Today I asked my husband why he no longer says that he loves me. He answered that after I crashed his car, the very fact that I was still healthy and living in his house was proof of his ardent love.

How interesting how fortune works: on the bus I came across a lucky ticket, I ate it, and ten hours later I ended up in the hospital with poisoning, where I met the life of my life.

When I went to school, my mother always woke me up in the morning. Now I’m studying in another city several thousand kilometers away, I have to go to school by 8:30, and my mother has to go to work by 10, but every morning she calls me at 7 in the morning and wishes me good morning. Take care of your mothers: they are the most valuable thing you have.

Lately, I often hear from others: “gone”, “he’s not who he was before”, “she’s changed”... My great-grandmother said: imagine your other half sick and helpless. Illness takes away the beauty from a person, and helplessness shows real feelings. You can look after him day and night, feed him with a spoon and clean up after him, receiving in return only a feeling of gratitude - this is love, and everything else is children's whims.

At a friend's dacha, the door to their house slams shut. At night I wanted to smoke, so I quietly went outside when everyone was already asleep. I return - the door is closed. And exactly a minute later my girlfriend came out into the street, who felt that something was wrong, woke up and went to look for me. This is the power of love!

I worked in a store with chocolate products (figurines, etc.). A boy about 10-11 years old came in. Pencil case in hand. And then he says: “Is there anything no more than 300 rubles? This is for mom." I gave him the set and he dumped a bunch of coins on the table. And kopecks and rubles... We sat and counted them for about 15 minutes, so nice! Mom is very lucky with such a son: he probably spends his last money on chocolate for his mother.

I once saw how an old man met an old woman at a bus stop. At first he looked at her for a long, long time, and then he picked several branches of lilac, went up to this grandmother and said: “This lilac is as beautiful as you. My name is Ivan". It was so sweet. There is a lot to learn from him.

A story told by my girlfriend.

Today she went to the store with her younger brother (he is 2 years old). He saw a girl, about 3 years old. He grabbed her hand and dragged her along. The girl was in tears, but her father was not taken aback and said: “Get used to it, daughter, boys always show love in strange ways.”

When I told my mom about the girl I liked, she always asked two questions: “What color are her eyes?” and “What kind of ice cream does she like?” I'm 40 now and my mom died a long time ago, but I still remember that she had green eyes and loved chocolate chip cups, just like my wife.

My story is very interesting. I've been in love with Timur since kindergarten. He's cute and kind. I even went to school early for him. We studied, and my love grew and strengthened, but Tima had no reciprocal feelings for me. Girls were constantly hovering around him, he took advantage of this, flirted with them, but did not pay attention to me. I was constantly jealous and cried, but could not admit my feelings. Our school consists of 9 classes. I lived in a small village, and then moved to the city with my parents. I entered medical college and lived a quiet, peaceful life. When I finished my first year, then in May I was sent to practice in the area where I lived before. But I wasn’t sent there alone... When I got to my native village by minibus, I sat next to Timur. He became more mature and handsome. These thoughts made me blush. I still loved him! He noticed me and smiled. Then he sat down and started asking me about life. I told him and asked about his life. It turned out that he lives in the city where I live and studies at the medical college where I study. He is the second student sent to our regional hospital. During the conversation, I admitted that I love him very much. And he told me that he loved me... Then a kiss, long and sweet. We didn’t pay attention to the people in the minibus, but drowned in a sea of ​​tenderness.
We are still studying together and we are going to become great doctors.

A beautiful love story is the most common plot for films and books. And not in vain, because the twists and turns of love are interesting to everyone. There is not a single person on the planet who has not experienced sincere affection at least once, who has not felt a storm in his chest. That is why we invite you to read true stories about love: people themselves have shared these stories on the Internet. Honest and very touching, you will like it!

Story 1.

My parents divorced a year and a half ago. My father moved away from us and I live with my mother. After the divorce, my mother did not date anyone. She was constantly at work to forget about dad. And then about 3 months ago I began to notice that my mother seemed to have someone. She became more cheerful, dresses better, lingers somewhere, comes with flowers, etc. I had mixed feelings, but then one day I came home from university a little earlier than usual and saw my father walking around the house in trukhans and carrying coffee. to my mother in bed. They are together again!

Story 2.

When I was 16 years old, I met a guy. It was a real first love, mine and his. The purest and most sincere feelings. I had a great relationship with his family, but my mom didn't like him. At all. And she began hostilities: she locked me in the room, locked the phone, and picked me up from school. This lasted 3 months. My beloved and I gave up, and everyone went their own way. After 3 years, I quarreled with my mother and left home. Happy that she would no longer be able to decide everything for me, I came to him to tell him about it. But he greeted me rather coldly, and I left, choking on tears. Many years later. I got married and gave birth to a child. My child’s godfather was that guy’s friend, my former classmate. And then one day his wife told me the love story of their friend, the story of our love, without even knowing that I was that same girl. His life didn’t work out either, he was married many times, but there was no happiness. He only loved me. And that day when I came to his house, I was simply confused and did not know what to say. I recently found him on social networks, but he had not visited his page for many years. At the age of 16, my daughter met a guy and has been dating him for a year and a half. But I won’t make my mom’s mistake, even though I don’t like him. At all…

Story 3.

3 years ago my kidney failed. There are no relatives or relatives. Out of grief, I got drunk in a nearby bar and burst into tears, I had nothing to lose. A 27-year-old man sat down next to me and asked what happened. Word for word, I told her about the grief, we met, exchanged numbers, but I never called. I went to the hospital, and who was my surgeon? That's right, the same one. Helped me recover after surgery, we are planning a wedding.

History 4.

I'm a perfectionist. We recently recalled how I once stood in line at the post office and there was a guy in front of me. So, the zipper on his backpack was not fully zipped. I tried to restrain myself, but in the end I boldly took a step forward and buttoned it all the way. The guy turned around and looked at me indignantly. By the way, we remembered this together with him, celebrating 4 years of relationship. Do what you want - maybe it's destiny...

History 5.

I work in a flower shop. Today a buyer came and bought 101 roses for his wife. When I was packing, he said: “My girl will be happy.” This buyer is 76 years old, met his wife at 14, and has been married for 55 years. After such incidents, I begin to believe in love.

History 6.

I work as a waitress. My ex, with whom I am on good terms, came and asked to reserve a table for the evening. He said that he wanted to propose to the girl of his dreams. Okay, we've done everything. He came in the evening, sat down at the table, asked for wine, two glasses. I brought it, was about to leave, he asked me to sit down for a couple of minutes to talk. I sat down and he got down on his knee, took out a ring and proposed to me! TO ME! Do you understand? I was in tears, my face was still in shock, but I sat down to him, kissed him and said “yes.” And he told me that he always loved me, and we parted in vain. And this will cement our relationship forever! God, I'm happy!

History 7.

Nobody believes me, but the stars sent me my husband. I’m not beautiful, I’m overweight, and the boys didn’t spoil me with attention, but I really wanted love and a relationship. I was 19, I was lying on the beach at night, looking at the sky and feeling sad. When the first star fell, I wished for love. Then the second one, which I wished to meet her that same night, and decided that if the third one fell, it would definitely come true... And yes, she fell, literally right away. That same night, my future husband wrote to me by mistake on a social network.

History 8.

When I was 17, I had my first love, but my parents didn’t approve. It’s summer, the nights are warm, he came under my windows (1st floor) at 4 o’clock in the morning to call me to watch the dawn! And I escaped through the window, although I have always been a home girl. We walked, kissed, talked about everything and nothing, we were free as the wind and happy! He returned me home at 7 am, when my parents were just getting up for work. No one noticed my absence, and this was the most adventurous and romantic thing I have ever done in my life.

Story 9.

I was walking my dog ​​in the courtyard of high-rise buildings and saw an elderly man walking around asking everyone about a woman. He knew her last name, place of work, about her dog. Everyone brushed it off, and no one wanted to remember this certain woman, but he walked around and asked and asked. It turned out that this was his first love, he arrived many years later in his hometown and the first thing he did was go to find out if she lived in the house where he first saw her and fell in love. At the end, a couple of guys about 14 years old called this woman. You should have seen their look when they met! Love doesn't just disappear!

History 10.

My first love was crazy. We loved each other madly. On August 22, we “got married” by exchanging silver rings on the roof of an abandoned construction site. Now we have not been together for a long time, but every year on August 22, without saying a word, we come to this construction site and just talk. That time was the best of my life.

Story 11.

I lost my engagement ring a year ago and was very upset, but my husband and I couldn’t afford to buy another one. Yesterday I came home after work, there was a small box on the table, in it a new ring and a note “You deserve the best.” It turned out that my husband sold his grandfather's watch to buy me this ring. And today I sold my grandmother’s earrings and bought him a new watch.

Story 12.

My first love and I have been together since we were in diapers. And we had a code in which each letter was replaced by a serial number in the alphabet. For example, “I love you”: 33. 20. 6. 2. 33. 13. 32. 2. 13. 32, etc. But in the end, already in adulthood, life took us to different shores, and we almost stopped communicate. She recently moved to my city for work, and we decided to meet. We walked for several hours and then went home. And closer to night I received a text message from her: “Let's try again.” And at the end those same numbers.

Story 13.

My boyfriend and I had our anniversary a week ago, but we live in different cities. I decided to surprise him and come on this day to spend it together. I bought a ticket, went to the station, I’m late. I run without looking back to my carriage... Phew, I made it. The train starts moving, I sit, look out the window and who do I see? Yeah, my boyfriend with a bouquet of flowers. It turned out that he decided to give me the same surprise.

Story 14.

And my beloved and I got along thanks to our crazy sense of humor. Once, when he was still just my neighbor, I asked him to look at a non-working outlet. This joker, having touched the socket, began to simulate an electric shock - twitching and screaming. When I was ready to push him away from the socket in a panic with the baseboard I had just torn off, he sank to the floor with a lifeless look, and then jumped up shouting: “Ahaaa.” And I... What am I? I grabbed my heart and very naturally pretended to have a heart attack. As a result, they laughed all evening, drunk each other with cognac and never parted.

Have you heard the tale of the Crane and the Heron? We can say that this story was copied from us. When one wanted, the other refused, and vice versa...

Real life story

“Okay, see you tomorrow,” I said into the phone to end the conversation, which lasted more than two hours.

One would think that we are talking about a meeting. Moreover, in a place well known to both of us. But that was not the case. We were just agreeing on... the next call. And everything looked exactly the same for several months. Then I called Polina for the first time in the last four years. And I pretended that I was just calling to see how she was doing, but in reality I wanted to renew the relationship.

I met her shortly before graduating from school. We were both in relationships at the time, but there was a real spark between us. However, only a month after we met, we separated from our partners. However, we were in no hurry to get closer. Because on the one hand we were attracted to something in each other, but on the other hand, something constantly got in the way. It was as if we were afraid that our relationship would be dangerous. Eventually, after a year of mutual exploration of each other, we became a couple. And if before that time our relationship developed very slowly, then since we got together everything has started to spin at a very fast pace. A period of strong mutual attraction and dizzying emotions began. We felt like we couldn't exist without each other. And then... we broke up.

Without any clarification. Simply, one fine day we did not agree on the next meeting. And then neither of us called the other for a week, expecting this action from the other side. At some point I even wanted to do this... But then I was young and green, and did not think of doing this - I just took offense at Polina for the fact that she so easily abandoned our reverent relationship. So I decided that it was not worth imposing on her. I knew that I was thinking and acting stupidly. But then I could not calmly analyze what happened. Only after some time did I begin to really understand the situation. Gradually I realized the stupidity of my action.

I think we both felt like we were a good fit for each other and just started to fear what might happen next to our “great love.” We were very young, we wanted to gain a lot of experience in love affairs, and most importantly, we felt unprepared for a serious, stable relationship. Most likely, we both wanted to “freeze” our love for several years, and “unfreeze” it one day, at one fine moment, when we feel that we are ripe for it. But, unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way. After breaking up, we didn’t completely lose touch - we had many mutual friends, we went to the same places. So from time to time we bumped into each other, and these were not the best moments.

I don’t know why, but each of us considered it our duty to send the other a caustic, sarcastic remark, as if accusing us of what had happened. I even decided to do something about it and offered to meet to discuss “complaints and grievances.” Polina agreed, but... did not come to the appointed place. And when we met by chance, two months later, she began to stupidly explain why she then made me stand pointlessly in the wind, and then did not even call. Then she again asked me for a meeting, but again she did not show up.

The beginning of a new life...

From then on, I began to consciously avoid places where I could accidentally meet her. So we haven't seen each other for several years. I heard some rumors about Polina - I heard that she was dating someone, that she left the country for a year, but then returned and started living with her parents again. I tried to ignore this information and live my own life. I had two novels that seemed quite serious, but in the end nothing came of them. And then I thought: I’ll talk to Polina. I couldn’t imagine what went through my head then! Although no, I know. I missed her... I really, really missed her...

She was surprised by my phone call, but also delighted. We talked then for several hours. Exactly the same the next day. And the next one. It's hard to say what we discussed for so long. In general, everything is about a little and a little about everything. There was only one topic we tried to avoid. This topic was ourselves...

It looked as if, despite the years that had passed, we were afraid to be honest. However, one fine day Polina said:

– Listen, maybe we can finally decide on something?

“No, thank you,” I answered immediately. “I don’t want to disappoint you again.”

There was silence on the line.

“If you are afraid that I will not come, then you can come to me,” she finally said.

“Yeah, and you’ll tell your parents to kick me out,” I snorted.

- Rostik, stop it! — Polina began to get nervous. “Everything was so good, and you’re ruining everything again.”

- Again! – I was seriously indignant. - Or maybe you can tell me what I did?

– Most likely something you can’t do. You won't call me for several months.

“But you will call me every day,” I imitated her voice.

– Don’t turn things upside down! – Polina shouted, and I sighed heavily.

“I don’t want to be left with nothing again.” If you want to see me, then come to me yourself,” I told her. – I’ll wait for you in the evening at eight o’clock. I hope you come...

“Whatever,” Polina hung up.

New circumstances...

For the first time since we started calling each other, we had to say goodbye in anger. And most importantly, now I had no idea whether she would call me again or come to me? Polina’s words could be interpreted as either an agreement to come or a refusal. However, I was waiting for her. I cleaned my studio apartment, which I didn’t do very often. I cooked dinner, bought wine and flowers. And he finished reading the story: "". Every minute of waiting made me even more nervous. I even wanted to give up my rude behavior and intransigence regarding the meeting.

At fifteen minutes past eight I began to wonder whether I should go to Polina? I didn’t go only because she could have come to me at any moment and we would have missed each other. At nine o'clock I gave up hope. I angrily started dialing her number to tell her everything I thought about her. But he didn’t finish the job and pressed “End”. Then I wanted to call again, but I thought to myself that she might view this call as a sign of my weakness. I didn’t want Polina to know how worried I was about her not coming, and how painfully her indifference hurt me. I decided to spare her such pleasure.

I went to bed only at 12 o’clock at night, but I couldn’t sleep for a long time because I kept thinking about this situation. On average, I changed my point of view every five minutes. At first I thought that only I was to blame, because if I had not been stubborn like a donkey and came to her, then our relationship would have improved and we would have been happy. After a while, I began to reproach myself for such naive thoughts. After all, she would have kicked me out anyway! And the more I thought that way, the more I believed it. When I was almost asleep... the intercom rang.

At first I thought it was some kind of mistake or a joke. But the intercom kept ringing persistently. Then I had to stand up and answer:

- Two o'clock in the morning! – he barked angrily into the phone.

I don't even have to say how surprised I was. And how! With a trembling hand, I pressed the button to open the door to the entrance. What will be next?

After a long two minutes I heard the call. He opened the door... and saw Polina sitting in a wheelchair, accompanied by two orderlies. She had a cast on her right leg and right arm. Before I could ask what happened, one of the men said:

“The girl discharged herself of her own free will and insisted that we bring her here.” Her entire future life apparently depends on this.

I didn't ask anything else. The orderlies helped Polina sit on the large sofa in the living room and quickly left. I sat down opposite her and looked at her in surprise for a whole minute.

There was complete silence in the room.

“I’m glad you came,” I said, and Polina smiled.

“I always wanted to come,” she answered. – Do you remember the first time we agreed to meet, but I didn’t show up? Then my grandmother died. The second time my dad had a heart attack. It seems incredible, but it's still true. As if someone didn't want us...

“But now, I see, you didn’t pay attention to the obstacles,” I smiled.

“It happened a week ago,” Polina pointed to the plaster. – Slipped on the icy sidewalk. I thought we'd meet when I got better... but I thought I just needed to make a little effort. I was worried about you...
I didn't answer and just kissed her.