School of Rebirth. Mystical Story. Naty Daybs

After the death of my mother, she cried every evening for a whole family. Father did not know how to calm her down and just quickly found her a new mother. And then she had another mother. So over the past year, Ira has changed four mothers. And as soon as she finally calmed down, a similar misfortune happened to me. We just sat in armchairs and breathed the coolness of the night, opening the window.

      – Ann, please talks to me. I don’t want to lose you either. You’re scaring me. Remember, you said that those who died become stars. Look, there are two of the brightest in the sky. They are definitely yours.

      And then I burst out. Tears flowed like a river without stopping, and Ira just hugged me, realizing that words are superfluous here. I fell asleep in the chair in the morning. Ira covered me with a blanket, which she took with her. And she dozed off in the chair, closing the window.

      In the morning, a frightened Marina came running and said that Nadezhda Alexandrovna was looking for us and that my uncle had arrived. It was the Pope’s Cousin. He was my only relative who lived in the city.. We rarely spoke. He worked all the time, but drank often. And when he drank, he became terribly angry and aggressive. Ira knew about it, but the class teacher and director of course not. Therefore, they were glad that at least some close relative would take me home and be there.

      My uncle was already waiting for me in the room.

      – Well, how are you, Ann? Survived the worst night of your life? So you will survive the next ones too. There you have such teens, they love you!

      – Yes. I’m fine. Better. Hello Uncle Kohl, I’m glad to see you.

      – I am also glad. Let’s go home. The funeral will be tomorrow. There is a lot to do.

      – Tomorrow already? Can you give the girls a rest from the road, Nikolai Alexeevich?

      – The sooner she says goodbye to her parents, the better for her. Trust my experience.

      – Maybe you’re right. Only then please let her rest and be sure to visit a psychologist at your local clinic.

      – Well thank you. It is time.

      This time, my uncle’s laconic and naturally stern voice helped me to get rid of the teacher and director as soon as possible. And only because of this, I was really glad to see Uncle Kolya, who today, to my great surprise, was absolutely sober.

      – Girls, help Anita collect things.

      – Thank you, I can handle it, Nadezhda Alexandrovna. Thanks for everything.

      – We are waiting for you in two months. In the meantime, you girls are packing your things, I need to talk to your uncle, Any.

      Marina listened to the conversation outside the door.

      – They say that payment must be made in a month. And your uncle says he doesn’t have that kind of money. And he will not be given an installment plan or a loan.

      – Yeah… My uncle just loves spending many- I said in a whisper…

      – What are you going to do?

      – I do not know. I’ll take academic leave, I’ll go to work. Maybe I’ll sell something or furniture. My parents seemed to have opened a bank account for me. I’ll find out, maybe enough money…

      – Do not give up! Write, call at any time. If possible, I’ll come to you a little later.

      – Come, I’ll be waiting.

      – Goodbye everyone.

      – What a strong girl – I heard in the trail from Nadezhda Alexandrovna. I hope God will send her good luck and good people.

      It was not then that I did not know that this parting word was the last in my studies at this university.

      I slept all the way. And when she was awake, she was silent. We exchanged only a couple of phrases with my uncle. His old foreign car drove me home, where no one was waiting for me. Only memories and pain.

      The next day I was actually made to believe in the reality of this terrible event. And uncle Kolya made me say goodbye to my parents, as it should be. But I didn’t cry again until the very last moment. And then tears just flowed from me and I was unable to stop them. Absolutely everyone sympathized with me and offered help. But I thanked and refused.

      Arriving home, I seemed to freeze. I didn’t know what to do. But Uncle Kolya was a fine fellow, he made me cook dinner and clean the house. He said that in the next month my hands were constantly busy with something. So that silly thoughts don’t come into my head. But I knew I had to live on. Although now I wanted it the least in the world. The guitar that hung at our house saved me. Uncle Kolya often played it in his youth and taught me a little. So we sat and played for several hours every day. My fingers hurt terribly, but I continued to play. This is how my vacation month passed. And only a month later, I suddenly remembered about the payment for the next year.

      Ira was able to come to me and reminded me of my studies.

      I flew to the bank, but there I was disappointed. There really was a contribution, but I could use the funds not earlier than twenty-one, that is, after graduation. There was another contribution for urgent needs, but there was not even half of the amount that was required. Of course, no one gave me a loan. There were no guarantors, no work, and no credit history. And the amount required was not small.

      Ira asked her father, he sent me twenty thousand rubles. But it was a ridiculous amount for studying at such an expensive university. Although Uncle Kolya was very happy and immediately asked for a bottle to drown his grief in it. And then again and again. We quarreled a bit and he left for the suburbs, where a small house with a plot was bought from him long ago. … We stayed with Ira. Her father also sent her money to stay with me on vacation. I sold my laptop and some of my belongings. But she hasn’t sold furniture yet. And I tried to find a job to get a loan. But no one wanted to take me for a month. And those who wanted, either offered too little, or without official employment. I contacted the principal and class teacher, explained the situation. Of course, they sympathized with me, but they recommended taking an academic leave for one year.

      I had to email my application. Now I had to look for a job to live, pay bills and save money for my studies.

      Working at the same time in different places, I was very tired during the day, but on the other hand, I revived a little and grief faded into the background. Then it was time for Ira to return to school. We had a cool bachelorette party with pizza and cola. (We both did not drink alcohol, since Ira was in poor health and constantly took some kind of medicine. And I don’t like alcohol because of my uncle’s partying, who came to us on holidays and was sure to break something., as my parents told me, either a new TV, or my mother’s expensive dishes.)

      For the first time since the death of mom and dad, I really laughed with my friend. She returned my due – she was able to bring my thoughts and my life into a semblance of order. I took my friend to the station and put her on the train. We agreed to meet during the holidays, call each other and write to each other every day.

      The very next day I was expected to be disappointed at work. The boss did not want to pay me and the other girl a salary. He told us to go through the forest. And when we threatened to sue, he threw us ten instead of the promised twenty and fired.

      – I won’t last long.

      Thinking, I began to rummage through all the advertisements on the Internet, bought up all the newspapers and finally, a miracle happened.

      “A private art school requires a librarian. Education and experience do not matter. Requirements: responsibility and punctuality. Wages twenty thousand rubles a month. Free meals and official employment.”

      Not a lot, but it’s at least something stable and, moreover, official. Plus, in other places, librarians get much lower. And