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Wife choice...
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Once there lived an old man. He was a happy man because he had a great family and a loving wife. They had been together for more than fifty years and they never even quarreled. Once several men came to him and asked how did he managed to live such perfect life with his wife. And the old man said:
you know when people are young they usually go out in the evenings and go somewhere to spend their time. But when the night come the young man should see off his girl to her house . So they walk together holding hand in hand. If you  see of the girl for one time it is nothing, if two times   it is already the occasion, but if three times ...you are almost married!(smile) So once I was going with one girl and we were talking about something and suddenly I felt that she was taking her hand out of mine. I wondered what was going on. But then I saw that I was going straight into the puddle but I decided not to turn. The girl passed the puddle and then took my hand again. Then I went towards the second puddle and it was done intentionally. But the girl again did the same.
The next evening I was again walking on the same road but with another girl. But she didn't differ much from the previous one. She was also passing by the puddles. And on the third day I was with the third girl. I took the same way. And when we came up to the first puddle she was holding my hand and wasn't going to let it go. We continued to talk and we both stepped in the puddle. I thought that this happened because she didn't notice that puddle. But when we came up to the second puddle she was still close to me and held my hand. She didn't want to let me go and that puddle didn't matter. So since that time we still hold close to each other and never quarrel. This is the woman who is ready to go with my anywhere and do everything. This woman is devoted to me and I appreciate this very much and do the same for her.
The men looked at the old man and said that they wished they knew that earlier. So maybe some of them were happier.
Who knows, may be there is something in this. And how would you choose your future wife?
Kristina.

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