Khatuna

Hello! I - Vakho nicknamed AntiVirus. Browsing other blogs on the Internet, I decided to start my own. I do not know how it will come out, but we'll figure it out.
Somewhere I found the saying "The life of a very uninteresting person is interesting in its own way." That will be the case to check it out.

I'll start for decency with a biography. Born in 1970, Tbilisi, father - Georgian, Russian mother, school, institute - a complete set, like many. 16 years without official work. For several years I have been interrupted by the plumbing of computers: I reinstall Windows, insert drivers and antiviruses, clean cases, etc. I go from house to house on call and, knocking on the clave, watch life of different types in the manner of a video camera. Funny things happen, I tell you.

Start writing me pushed Khatuna, my client. It was later that we poked around with her, and before that I got to her on a general basis, which means by the announcement. My mobile phone took up the challenge and after a while I knocked the knuckles of her unpainted door, because there was no call. (It is already clear that my clients are “burdened and burdened.”)

A tall, pleasant woman opened the door for me. Two girls were spinning alongside: one schoolgirl, the other even less.

I stepped straight into the repair, abandoned halfway through, and then under Khatunin the stream of apologies turned out to be in the only living room 3x5. Here you have a bedroom, an office, and a dining room. In the corner stuck an old computer with a bulky monitor. Opposite the entire wall hung with paper icons. Before them is a burning lamp. I immediately realized: once a lamp, it means that the composition of the church, and not just a candle, burns to "so lucky."

I started to deal with the computer. Hear Khatuna whisper daughter in the store sends:

- Take on the record cakes and coffee. Uncomfortable, it's the first time in our house.

After 10 minutes, a troop of eclairs flaunted around me. What can I say, it is already clear: the hostess is a little greetings. Nowadays, even fewer feeds on painters are repaired - there is too much fuss, and there’s no question about people like me.

I have been busy for a long time: the car is old, one torment.

Khatuna sighed sympathetically at the back of my head:

- I understand, it is very old, but I can’t assemble it with a new one

I silently clicked on the buttons, angry at the whole world and feeling that I was stuck here for a long time.

- ... Shevardnadze presented this computer to us.

I turned my whole body to her:

- Himself personally?

“Imagine,” Khatuna confirmed, “I pray for him, as a benefactor.”

I chuckled impolitely, I just couldn't help it. The whole of Georgia with this name spits, and this blessed prays. Probably from poverty roof rides.

Khatuna without any offended racks continued:

- All that is needed comes by itself. I really needed a computer for my girls. I have no money for tutors, for books, too. One salvation is the Internet.

My high school had an exhibition of her drawings. She really draws beautifully. Some secular commission headed by Shevardnadze came to school. We looked at her drawings and gave first place with a prize - a computer.

- And everything in your life so cleverly goes? - I said.

Khatuna did not react to this subring either. Answered without any tension:

- I say: everything that is really necessary ... When I buried my husband and was left alone with two daughters, I thought I would go crazy. As you can see, not gone, even the opposite. I have many plans for the future. Here I want to take a loan from the City Hall and open a small shop.

- And what will you trade? - I tried to hide my irony, but gave a voice. No, positively this woman will drive me crazy. After all, trade is a delicate matter.

- Mamo ("Father, spiritual father" (Georgian). - M.S.) blessed cigarettes and chewing gum - the most common. Others will not go here. On the street, and so the three stores. Only said to pray for each customer.

I shut up. I imagined what a trouble it was to pray for everyone. I certainly would not have pulled, without that nerves below zero ...

In short, we talked with her about this and that. She told me a lot of things. I listened and baldel to myself. No, it’s not about how you get it from different hands, it happens to everyone. There is another trick. How does she manage to keep this attitude for years?

After all, I was once a man. Momio also had a service went. First I flew on the wings, then (I didn’t even notice when exactly) flew out and threw it all. And all because of conviction. Yes, this thing is past ...

According to Khatuna, such an oil painting loomed.

In the early 1990s, she was fond of politics, ran through rallies, and sought her place in the national idea. Then, like everyone else, she courageously experienced the ice age in Georgia. (How can you forget this, he collected bumps in the park - there was no money for firewood.) Late married her Svan. Khatuna and the svanka herself, she could not even imagine another in her husbands (here they are, stereotypes of what people do with people).

Her Nukri turned out to be a completely dense type. I only knew how much a real Georgian should drink liters of wine per day and how much it will be in vodka equivalent. Yes, a couple of similar truths. In the hungry 90s they lived by selling junk from home. Nukri did not go to work and, of course, did not let his wife go. Khatune only had to quietly cry at the icons. She was not going to divorce, swearing with a two-meter ambal, too - more expensive.

It was from such a sour start that her chain of wonders began, growing into the conviction that every meeting was not accidental and all the necessary things would come by themselves. By the same Makar himself, in his life Mama Michael painted, and then the necessary spiritual books, lodgers for one room (this was all after the death of her husband was), etc.

Put me in such a situation - a husband from the 17th century, lack of money, - I would have reached the stabbing, and Khatuna, sorry for the erased, spiritually resurrected.

We parted on such a note:

- Vakho, you take a closer look at your life - you will see amazing things in yourself and around ...

I did not take my 20 lari, even though she tried to fool them with me. The fact is that I saw believers in batches, and Khatuna was exclusive.

In short, I decided to write down after this, if that would be interesting ...

Maria Sarajishvili "Notes of Vakho Antivirus"