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Once in the epiphany evening…
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Vera didn't believe in fortune telling. Her friends still persuaded her to join the party with Christmas fortune-telling. We decided to gather at Olga's, who lived in the next house. Vera decided that if she got really bored, she would quickly leave under some pretext. At first, everything went well, because they told who spent the New Year, discussed relationships with lovers, if there were any. Then the light in the room was extinguished, leaving only lighted candles. We started with divination on wax. Trying to find something realistic in their figures, everyone laughed for a long time. Then Olga remembered about the old fortune-telling on the betrothed. To do this, a magic circle was taken, along which the arrow was supposed to move under the influence of general energy. The girls decided that they needed to start with Vera, because she didn't even have a permanent boyfriend. At first, the magic arrow stood rooted to the spot. Then Olga read some strange text, and the arrow began to move. However, the phrase that she gave out was incomprehensible and even scary: "Bad leg." All the girls thought that Vera was going to marry a lame man, which immediately created a dreary mood. Vying with each other, the girlfriends began to calm Vera, building their own versions of what this could mean. It was unpleasant for Vera. Angry at her pitiful friends, Vera said that she went home. Without explanation, I got up, got dressed and went outside. The winter evening landscape lifted the mood a little. The snow was beautifully silvered, additionally decorated with confetti from fireworks and fireworks. Admiring all this, she took the first step and collapsed on the slippery porch. The infernal pain in her leg made Vera scream to the whole yard. So that's what fortune-telling warned about! Vera thought and began to examine her leg. Judging by the sensations, there was clearly a fracture. Then a handsome young man of about 30 ran up to Vera. I asked if she was in the outfit. Vera answered him that not very much.. He ran away somewhere, returned with two plaques, which he attached to his sore leg and tied with his obviously expensive branded scarf.Then he told her not to move her leg. Vera nodded. A few seconds later, he was already taking Vera to the hospital in his jeep. It turned out that Nikolai, as the savior was called, was a surgeon himself, who had just returned from a shift, but was forced to come back to his native hospital with a patient. The plaster that Vera was put on that day is now kept as a family heirloom. so Vera, sometimes, in the manner of Indians, calls her husband Nicholas, who gave her not only health, but also boundless happiness.

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