Nevertheless, there is something strange in this when people unfamiliar among themselves are actively communicating in social networks. Whether they do not have enough communication in life, or you want new sensations - it is not clear.
Here laid out my photos yesterday - well, as usual, the sea, the sun, the beach, she is in a swimsuit ... and an unfamiliar person wrote in the comments: "Italy goes you. I rarely tell good people, but you want. "
And this phrase does not go from her head half a day.
"I rarely speak good people ..." Why? Why not tell people good? After all, the world is so beautiful and life is so beautiful ... And I want to shout from happiness and share with all these happiness ...
Won, by the way, happiness, own person, swims so far that only the head is visible ...
Zhanna looked at her husband who flooded to the horizon, and again leaned back on the chaise lounge.
They came here in Marate, a week ago. Tiny Italian town, according to our standards - Village. All the delights of the South - Mozzarella, Pizza Nollip, Sweet Marsala in the evenings. And the sea, warm, gentle, greenish, like Sashkin eyes ...
It was their wedding journey. Specially chose a deserted place, without tourists, but did not guess. Russians were and here, infrequently, but met, mostly, the same couples as they themselves. Sasha laughed and said that now without Russian and Chinese tourists on Earth there will be no place.
And she was still. The main thing - there was Sasha nearby. When they walked around the sea in the evenings, Italians, not embarrassed her husband, told her following: "Bella Donna!" And smiled.
Sasha shared.
- They are not seeing that you are not alone?
- Sash, but they are nothing wrong ... It's just a compliment ...
- And what do you need their compliments?
- No, of course!
The husband was jealous, quick-tempered, and Jeanne translated a conversation to another topic, rejoicing that he was jealous so. That is, loves. And it was also fine.
Zhanna looked at the sea again. The point, the former head of Sasha, was approaching, someone else sailed next to him.
It is also necessary, as well swim, Jeanne thought, who was swimming bad and afraid of water. It is necessary to overcome the fear and ask Sasha, let him teach. And they will float together far away ...
Zhanna lated a little more. Husband swelled, jumped as shore, noisy, cheerful, tanned, poured a handful of water on her. Behind him, a thin girl came out of the water with an accurate figure.
"Here, to meet, Zoe," the husband waved his hand towards the girl. - Floats as amphibian man.
Zoya laughed, went closer.
- Why are you not swimming?
Jeanne did not have time to answer how Sasha joked again:
- And she has a jacon!
- Like this? - Rounded Zoya's eyes.
"Don't listen to him," Jeanne smiled. - I'm bad swim. So I think it would be necessary to learn.
Word for the word, met. It turned out, Zoe was just yesterday came and did not rise to the main attraction of these places - a huge figure of Christ. Agreed to go tomorrow morning.
In the evening, Jeanne sat with a tablet on the balcony.
"You would have tried to live for a couple of weeks without your Internet," Sasha did not love social networks and did not like when Zhanna hung in them.
"Cute, you still wanted to see football," Jeanne looked at her husband. - But if there is no football, let's go for a walk, of course!
"There is a football," Sasha has already arranged at the TV. "But I just don't understand who you communicate there." I'm near.
- Yes, I wanted to send photos to your friends. Very nice here ...
Sasha no longer heard her. During the matches it was useless - he sickly sickly, sincerely, noisy. Zhanna opened the tablet. I wanted to write something unfamiliar to her again something. But there was no new report, and Jeanne decided. She wrote in response, although it was against all her rules - to talk with unfamiliar men, even virtually.
"Why are you rarely telling people good?"
"Because, as a rule, they do not deserve it," Sergey immediately responded, as if it was waiting for this issue all day.
Zhanna wanted to write that it is not true that there are many good people, and you have to say good words, but instead, it somehow it is quite childishly boasting:
- And here is called Bella Donna ...
- And you are Bella Donna. And you are beautiful.
"I'm married," Jeanne wrote just in case.
- Your husband Lucky man, Bella Donna ...
From this evening, Zhanna's life was divided in half. In the morning and in the afternoon, they and her husband and stuck to them were walking, swam, sunbathe, fruit and cheeses. In the evenings, she was looking for any opportunity in the hotel, without causing the wrath of her husband, to correspond with Sergey, who was interesting, the wit, delicate and seem to be passionate about her. At first, Jeanne was just flattered, and then she felt that she had a piercing-touching words of Sergey. Sasha did not differ much word, nor the ability to speak compliments. Of course, Jeanne loved him - and only him, but correspondence with Sergey gave her tenderness and trepidation, which was not married. Words, the poems that he wrote to her, the music she sent, sounded in the head constantly. Personalized by this, Jeanne did not notice how Sasha with his jog became more and more likely to float together for a long time and somehow leaning out of sight. Returned treated, with sparkling eyes.
"Still swimming - such adrenaline," Jeanne thought, looking at them. - Perhaps you need to learn. "
But laziness that overtakes almost everyone to the sea, I got to Joan. I did not want to go to swim. I wanted to lie in the shadow on the beach and repeat about myself what Sergey wrote in the morning.
"In this photo you look like Venus Botticelli. What are you still extraordinary hair ... "
I wanted to write Sergey immediately. Touch with him.
Zhanna looked around - the swimmers are not visible, again, probably, God walked as far away. You can have time to run to the hotel to the Saving Wi Fay.
She flew into the room and suddenly heard voices. Twisted, turned to the door - thieves, it is necessary to call concierge. But I did not have time to come out - I learned.
- Well, thank God, at least once like people, otherwise everyone in the sea, like ruses of any, is Zoe.
- And I even liked it in the sea, unusual, - and this is Sasha.
Jeanne quietly left the room.
Here you and Venus with Bella bottom. While she flirts on the Internet, Sasha is having fun in an adult. Her Sasha, her favorite husband ...
Jeanne went to the hotel toilet, leaned his head to the cold tile.
Washed.
Thought.
Opened tablet. Written: "You know, you probably right. People are not at all so good as they seem. "
I thought a little more.
Okay. For the first time forgive. Just let it now although the word will tell about the social network.
She has something to answer.