After burying his wife, he accidentally discovered her biggest secret which left him in shock
Everyone who had attended the funeral and the burial of his wife, Elvira, had already slowly gone away, but Vladislav could not bring himself to take his eyes off the small mound of earth inside the freshly painted fence, with a small temporary monument covered solidly with wreaths.
Here and there, from the ribbons around the wreaths, were the words: “Love,” “Remembrance,” “Dear Daughter,” “Beloved Spouse.” Thoughts were confused, interrupting each other and disappearing unfinished.
Vladislav sat down on the bench set at his wife’s grave. “Why is it so, Aleshka? Why? Why have you left me? How can I wake up alone and fall asleep without you? How can I survive the day without hearing your lively, infectious laughter? Why? Your caressing hands will never touch my hair, and never again will you embrace me with a smile, relieving me of all my sorrows and hardships.
It’s not right, Aleshka. You shouldn’t have left before I did.” The man lowered his face into his hands and wept bitterly, just like when he was a child and had lost his mother.
Vladislav and Elvira had met back in the institute, where, at first sight, they felt they were one. They met in the institute canteen, found themselves at the same table, and never parted again. After college, they had a wedding—a cheap student wedding but………………………………CONTINUE READING
