Philosophy of Women's Love. Peculiarities of women's emotional perception. Nadezhda Ushakova

for his potential and the need to take responsibility for his love.

      Years went by. Unable to change anything, the woman dated Victor and continued to somehow arrange her family life. For several years she created a civil marriage, but love was elsewhere, next to her masterpiece. This went on for ten years, after which Victor fell ill and died. And even then Anya felt him and talked to him in her dreams. But the man was gone, and the love for this man was also gradually going away, leaving behind a trace of happiness, opening the channels of love.

      Anya understood very clearly – when you form a desire, you have to be very careful not to regret it later. There is a tremendous power in desire, which turns the existing reality in the right direction. You can’t kill the love in you, because such actions always leave a long negative trail.

      There is nothing superfluous in the world, we often pass by our happiness, sometimes just not noticing it, we complain about fate, not knowing how to use the opportunities that open before us, we envy others, not feeling their good, not knowing how to enjoy ordinary things and just love the person as he is and you know about it.

      Crossroads of Destiny

      Women very often tend to live for the future, forgetting that the present is most important. To give birth to children, so that in the old age there would be someone «to bring a glass of water, and you do not want to drink,» to bring up her husband, so that again in the old age is not alone, to gain status, so that people respectfully spoke about it, or at least just envy. But it so happens that seeking the future, we miss the present: we tolerate now, deprive ourselves of joy and personal time, waving his hand on his health and well-being, that God forbid to seem not worthy of something, or receive someone’s condemnation. In the pursuit of men’s attention and love, we forget about ourselves and our value, not realizing that the main thing is the value of their own personality and attention to their soul, their body, their development.

      They had been friends since childhood, Larissa and Nellie, three and a half years apart in age. When they were little, they came to the village for the summer: Nelly to her grandmother and Larissa to her aunt. The girls understood each other, played war together with the boys, Indians, soccer, went fishing, went to the river, in general, the game of dolls did not attract them much. As they grew older, they began to visit each other, dreaming of a happy adult life. Soon Larissa, she was the eldest, went to another city to study at university in the Department of Journalism, and the girls did not see each other for a long time. They met only four years later, when Larissa was getting married to a military officer, who had an unsuccessful family life and experience of combat operations in hot spots. He was more than ten years her senior. Lara did not grow up in a full family, not having a father, she wanted to somehow make up for the trauma of childhood, to escape the eternal poverty when her mother was pulling two children: Larochka and her younger brother. The girl was always jealous when someone from her class went on vacation to the sea or had expensive fancy clothes. She dreamed of a prosperous adult life and always knew that she would marry well.

      Even as a child, her friends were always hanging out with their brothers: Larissa had an older cousin (the son of her aunt), and Nelly had a native brother, the same age as Larochka. Apparently, this is why their interests were mutual, more like kid’s games. This time was called «the early ’80s.

      Everyone grew up and went their separate ways: Lara finished school, Nellie was the youngest in her group and went to live in another town with her parents and brother. Lara’s cousin, Semyon, was drafted into the army to fight in Afghanistan. After a while, Nellie’s brother also went to serve for two years in a war zone. Soon Semyon was blown up on a mine and was hospitalized home without one leg. Depressed, not knowing how to live his life anymore, he considered his life a failed mistake. It was then that Nelli and Semyon unexpectedly met at the bus station.

      His bus was leaving earlier than Nellie’s. Eye to eye, two or three minutes seemed like an eternity, the pain of loss, the reality of life and youth in one person. Tears rolled down the girl’s cheeks, for her, still very young, it was a shock. It seemed as if the whole earth was overturned, crushed by the time of life. Nellie didn’t notice her childhood friend Semyon was gone, leaving his gaze sprinkled with ashes in her memory. She continued to stand on the platform and cry. Upon returning home, the girl lay awake all night, arriving in a state of shock. Her heart was bursting with pain: «How to realize and accept this.» The only thing she could do was to support her friend, giving a piece of herself. The distance of three hundred kilometers gave her the idea of writing kind letters to Semyon every day, just to talk to him. Before she knew it, she had fallen in love with her friend. He didn’t respond, but simply graciously accepted such a gift.

      «I will open the door wide to the morning dawn.

      Let the wind rush through the window, I’m so happy today.

      Over the horizon, maybe a dream merged with destiny.

      So good to live in this world, especially with you.

      You are near, and my heart is warmer, And the sky is a little bit full of doves.

      And everything seems more kindred with you on this earth,» Nellie wrote, without asking anything, without explaining, she simply wrote about herself, about hope for the future, trying in this way to instill hope in Semyon as well.

      «Good morning, my friend. Every day in this life is unique: the wind, the sun, the sky breathes its beauty on you. The smell of the grass, the singing of the birds – all this is for you, if you want it, the whole world will be for you. Smile, because to smile is happiness…". So a year went by.

      Larissa celebrated her wedding at her mother’s house. All of her closest relatives and friends gathered together. It was an ordeal for Nellicka, where she met Semyon for the second time. He arrived late and in thirty minutes Nelli had to be on her way home, the only way she could buy a bus ticket. The girl stood against the wall in the corridor, like a frozen woman, unable to move or say anything. Semyon arrived and approached her, apologizing for his tardiness; she was silent.

      There was that cold shower over her body again, and the fear of reality. Nelly was afraid to see Semyon, but she just couldn’t not see, she was afraid of herself, of her experiences.

      Then, seated at the festive table, they looked into each other’s eyes as if under hypnosis. Not knowing why yet, but Nellie could not take it anymore, she got up, got dressed and left, no, ran to the train station, choking on her feelings. On the bus, the girl was crying unable to stop, realizing suddenly that she had done everything she could, that she would not be able to be with this man by her side. She asked herself, «What was I waiting for?» – and found no answer. It was as if a wound had opened in the depths of her soul, and it hurt so much…

      At a young age we are not able to fully evaluate their actions and feelings, and even more so to explain. Perhaps, the girl’s imagination drew her images, and the puzzles did not come together in reality.

      After Larissa’s wedding, life once again twisted our acquaintances friends in different cities. Lara went with her husband to his apartment where she lived, and Nelly continued to study also at the university, living with her parents. The friends again did not see each other for several years. During this time, Nellie experienced feelings of disappointment and unrequited love several times. In the aftermath, she did not marry very well, more out of mental calculation, thinking it would be better that way. Love was no longer knocking at the door of her burnt soul.