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My nail is broken.
It's not a big problem, but it spoils the mood. Women will understand.
Today, the day somehow doesn’t add up at all: the dry cleaner didn’t have time to return the dress that I needed for the evening, didn’t find my happy shoes during the repair, and now this nail ...
Are you mad at me Universe?
I popped into the shopping center to grab a coffee, and at the same time looked into a chain nail salon.
I say, girls, a nail, sadness, trouble, there’s just ten minutes to eat, please do it ...
And now I’m sitting drinking coffee, correcting a nail.
So neat. Dressed modestly, but ... thoughtfully.
With a scarf to match the hat.
He asks:
- A manicure costs 299 rubles?
- Yes.
- Is it coated?
- No.
Grandma left. She stood. I thought.
It is quite obvious: she has the last three hundred rubles.
And a million "holes" that they can plug. But she is not a grandmother.
She is woman. A woman wants to have well-groomed hands. Any age. She again approaches the administrator.
- And the coverage costs 50 rubles?
- No, 220.
- Two hundred and twenty?
Grandmother recoiled in fear. No, 500 rubles is not enough for her budget.
She resolutely adjusts her hat and walks away, clutching her little coat to herself.
How degrading is poverty.
How annoying it is when you have to choose between the necessary and the necessary.
When to pamper yourself is an unforeseen waste of the budget, a hole, which then no one knows where to restore ...
But the Woman.
The woman lives inside. She wants ordinary, mundane pleasures, such as clean olive-shaped nails, wants to please herself in the mirror, wants to be beautiful. Not to seem like a woman, but to be one.
Women have no age, there is a state of mind. Spring state. Or not.
My grandmother did not have enough for the spring five hundred rubles.
Well, how is it???
My hand is held by the manicurist Gulya.
Forgive me, Gulya, I'll ruin everything now, but ... I take off, run after my grandmother, that is, after the Woman.
For Women-schi-noy!!!!! – Wait, wait!!!
Do not leave! She turns around in confusion.
- Come on, let's go for a manicure, - I hug her by the shoulders, turn her towards the salon.
- Who are you?
Grandma is scared. - I?
Nobody. Fairy manicure. Let's go paint your nails... - I don't have enough for a coated manicure.
- Enough is enough.
There is a promotion today. Every hundredth client receives a manicure as a gift. Coated. – Am I the 100th client?
- Certainly!
Hundredth! The hundredth in the world ... Grandmother distrustfully follows me to the administrator.
Is it true that I got a manicure as a gift?
She still can't believe her luck. I stand right behind my grandmother, show the administrator the money and wink.
Administrator Lena understood everything.
- Yes, yes, everything is correct.
I just didn't realize right away. Come in for a manicure. Coated. “Oh, I’ve never won anything in my life,” Grandma mutters, beaming with happiness.
The girls-masters saw our scene, everyone smiles, they say to their grandmother:
- Well, choose who you want to see?
Granny will not survive her happiness in any way:
- Girls, dear, but I don't care.
At least someone for me. Well, I don’t see well, I do my own manicure, but here I really wanted to ... and what luck! Finally, she sits down next to the nearest master, and administrator Lena comes up behind and says:
“I forgot to tell you that paraffin therapy for your hands is also a gift,” and expressively looks at the master.
“Understood,” the girl smiles and nods, and gets to work.
Grandma melted away.
Almost crying. We exchange glances with Lena.
I give a thumbs up. She laughs and waves her hand. Like, yes, it's nothing ... Around the degree of positive has increased significantly. It smelled like spring.
And the coffee is delicious.
And the girls are all beautiful. And life is wonderful. Well, figs with them, with my morning dress and shoes.
So that's how it should be. I will not be smart on the outside in the evening, but inside I will shine with happiness. I return to my Gula.
“Well, sorry,” I say.
- Yes, what do you mean, I went to the movies, - Gulya laughs.
I think about wanting to want to be a woman forever.
Yes, it is “I want to want”.
I want this need not to dry out - to please myself.
The need for spring. The need for love. To like yourself in the mirror is priceless.
Cutting vegetables for salad with well-groomed hands is priceless.
Feeling beautiful despite the shading of wrinkles is priceless.
I receive SMS on my phone.
One publication that recently reprinted my article reported that I had earned a fee. And the amount equal to my gift to my grandmother is indicated. I show the SMS to Gule.
She laughs and says:
- Well, you must!
Boomerang! Good always comes back. I'm smiling.
I directly feel how
the Universe is stroking the top of my head, they say, well done, Olya.
And I bask in happiness and become beautiful. She sees everything, this is our Universe.
And he always responds in a timely manner.
And today the Universe is very happy for my grandmother. That is for my woman. And enjoy Spring with us.
The Universe - she, by the way, is also ... A woman!
...
In the photo - the heroine of the post.
When I asked permission for the photo, she said: “I didn’t even make up my lips ...” I say, a real, Real Woman!!!