Dasha

‘When we were kids, why were you always obliged to work, but I wasn’t?’ I asked my cousin Dasha during the interview.
‘Your mother pitied you, but my didn’t.’ Said Dasha.

Dasha was born and raised in Molodechno, Belarus. She always was and will be older than me by three years. When we were kids we’ve spent a lot of time together. She is like a sister to me.

‘Who or what do you appreciate most in your life?’ I asked.

‘My family,’ she answered.

I do not want you to get confused and think that Dasha wasn’t pitied by her mother, mother loves her very much and still cooks lunch for her every day.

‘What is your favourite game?’ I asked.

“I don’t play,’ Dasha answered.

Some time ago she did play, I said to myself, remembering card games, how I was loosing and had to wash her socks and her feet.

‘What did you dream about tonight?’
‘I saw how Sergey jumped out of the window and crashed. Yura and Marina were with me. I run towards Sergey, but it was obvious that he died.’

Dasha went all tears. I poured her wine and gave a tissue.

Sergey — Dasha’s husband, that she had recently left. Yura — a friend, husband of Marina. Marina — sister, best friend and companion.

‘What are your fears?’ I continued.
‘Not to accomplish,’ she answered.
‘What do you want to accomplish?’
‘Career and family.’

Dasha for many years works as a consultant seller in MTS (belarusian mobile network provider) and for the last couple of years together with her sister Marina they decorate weddings.

‘What is your dream?’ I asked.
‘To have children,’ Dasha said with immense sadness in her voice, because her husband Sergey, that she had left recently, could not make that dream come true.

‘What is the drama of your life?’
‘At the moment that I don’t have a man that would love and understand me.’

So easy, I thought, and have decided to give her not a man, but love and understanding.