The history of creation of our family is one more proof, that acquaintances on the Internet can sometimes come to an end with something serious.
Generally speaking, I, coming on a site of orthodox acquaintances, my future husband, leaving the announcement, did not think that this moment becomes rotary in our life.
To me, after several years of correspondence with the Italian, it would be desirable any native, Russian dialogue with the person orthodox. And as in marriage I somehow on the second year did not gather yet the type announcement «I search for the person for substantial dialogue, the floor and age of value has» no me very much has involved. And I have answered.
I admit, my first letter has not so inspired mougo the future spouse - the smilies I have made impression «girls with a player». During this period the life, Serezha was the person well very serious and even closed, therefore everyones "hihanki-hahanki" to it have not been put :-). Well and I have not been adjusted from the first letters to argue on global questions of a universe.
Nevertheless, our correspondence proceeded. At first letters came once a week, then in day, then on neskolku letters in day. I became the inveterate visitor in a university Internet class and when on target came home quarrelled with younger sister who got that knocked at night on the keyboard, scribbling the next letter. We spoke about all: about belief, about a life, about Kuraev and Dvorkin (I at that time worked in missionary department of Ekaterinburg Diocese RPTS), about psychology, biology and nuclear reactors :-) … Thus to both of us it was easy, cheerful and nenaprjazhno (however a sentence «girls with a player» from me have been removed
Though happened "virtual" quarrels, quarrels and even almost partings.
Once in the evening (after almost year) on the eve of my birthday phone call was distributed. An intercity. It was our first conversation "alive". I have been so excited what to speak articulately in a moment have forgot, but only nervously giggled and thought, that heart just about will jump out of a breast. Serezha as it has then appeared, too was not so quiet, as it seemed to me. Before dialling my number, he had to drink some glasses of water, fairly to clear the throat and take courage
I will tell fairly, I have been definitively struck by its voice. I do not know, how it is possible to explain it, but, having heard it, I have felt, that it is my person. And here in our relations there has come such moment when both of us felt, that between us any thread was formed, that it not simply chat about that, about this … However we were afraid to ourselves in it to admit and speak about it too avoided. So has ripened necessity to meet personally, to check up, whether our feelings are true, whether virtual it is a Mirage?
Probably for this reason Serezha, the person, time most part spending behind books and the computer, having overcome resistance of the parents («Where you go? To whom you go? All is nonsenses and empty imaginations!» - spoke to it), has gone on station and has bought the ticket from Volgograd to Ekaterinburg.
It was the end of January when I, standing on platform, silly gave up as a bad job leaving of train Serezhe. And it nervously looked around, searching for the girl in a dark blue cap, in a dark blue jacket, in dark blue jeans and dark blue boots %-) (I to it so have described it to myself in what him I will meet, than povergla favourite in a shock) I as usually when I am nervous, much and quickly spoke, set senseless questions, and I Serezha, too in a kind of extremely intense condition, nodded a head and tersely answered
But the first shock moment has passed, we have calmed down, have got accustomed, have accustomed with our new statuses of real people, and our best winter vacation has begun. Weather stood warm for our Ural climate-10-15, Serezha was in full delight from snowdrifts which for a long time already did not see, from woods and mountains, the fads and snow small towns … Where we only have not visited for that week!
And then Serezha has returned in native Volga. And still half a year we again corresponded, but it already were other letters, deeper and comprehended. We already knew, that we will be together.
In the summer I with a family have arrived in Volga (yes, has forgotten to mention, that throughout 8 years we with a family spent every summer in this city on Volga, and even went on the same beach, as my future spouse
In the same place we also have become engaged - in a temple in which my husband where there was its "native" father, the best friends and in general native walls sang. And ahead of it global moving to Urals Mountains waited. And behind shoulders more than thousand letters %-) …
And further … Further in the winter we were registered in the REGISTRY OFFICE that Serezha could receive the official admission in a city, register and other (we it named "marriage of convenience" :-), and then, after Easter, on a week of sacred wives-mironosits we got married in our temple prp. Serafima Sarovsky.
Here so, my friends, also my home life has begun! I wish also you that virtual knowledge was embodied in a real life by concrete affairs!
