Beauty requires sacrifice

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

Every more or less normal woman once realizes that a change in external image is what"

I was no exception. One of these magazine divas has firmly settled in my imagination, whispering and convincing that for complete happiness I need to slightly change the image, well, for example, buy this insanely expensive face mask with a whitening effect. I gave up, convincing myself that "it won't get any worse."

The morning did not work out.

Yesterday's overseas "miracle mask", the manufacturers of which swore in the instructions that even a single use would "rejuvenate by 10 years", played a disgusting joke with me. Like any soviet woman, confident that "a lot does not mean" bad ", which means" surely ", instead of the allotted 10 minutes, I kept her for 30 minutes, and calmly lay down to sleep, in full confidence that tomorrow a new life of the written beauty would begin ". And in the morning …

- And what should I do now with this … uh-uh … "youth", - I asked the mirror from which the "pale toadstool" was looking. Not only was the complexion, to put it mildly, somewhat unhealthy, but also a suspicious rash flaunted on the chin and cheeks.

- It looks like a diathesis, - the husband diagnosed, after examining me, - That's right, according to the instructions, you kept it for 30 minutes, which means you got 30 years younger. You are now 8 months old, and diathesis is a concomitant disease of infancy.

Having exhausted half a tube of foundation, I gloomily admitted to complete defeat, and besides, I discovered that I no longer had time, even for basic makeup.

- I'll finish painting in the car, fortunately there are 3 traffic lights on the road and a railway crossing - I will have time, I reassured myself.

But the stars that day clearly got "in a raskoryaku", another unpleasant discovery awaited me: the car categorically refused to start, which means that I "got". I can only get there by public transport by the middle of the working day.

- Y-yes, I have to catch a wheelbarrow.. and this is in early spring, in a light coat, on a dirty roadside !!! Are there any other options? No. It is necessary at least to choose a section of the road cleaner … And … here is my savior.

Sitting in the back seat, I dumped my entire makeup bag next to me. Oh, my God, and so the mood is at zero, and the driver, looking with interest at my manipulations in the rearview mirror, braked sharply at a traffic light. The eyeliner, tracing an intricate arc across the cheek, fell directly onto the light cashmere coat I carefully guarded. Everything! This was the last straw! I closed the powder box with hatred, and bit my lip so as not to burst into tears.

“You can't spoil the beauty,” the driver said sarcastically, abruptly rushing to the "green". - And I, here, like not made up, such faces straight from the tin. Well, I understand, age demands and all that, well, if you are already under 40, why are you trying to draw 18 years on your face, just take us, men, for fools. There is such, as it were, a nymphet, take a closer look … and she, then, 40 with a ponytail. And if he also washes himself - well, pure mimra! Oh, yes, I do not mean you exactly - he was embarrassed, catching my stunned look in the mirror, - this is me, I think aloud, I like to philosophize.

- Are you flying away or what? - again he tried to establish contact, deftly maneuvering between the machines.

- Or how, - I grunted irritably, defiantly looking out the window.

- Yeah, so you meet, - he showed miracles of "quick wits", - And here I am going to receive a load. The third day I can not get through to customs - queues. And also these, well, which documents for the cargo are printed, like them, … well, all the bitches, as for selection, then I do not have enough of these documents, then those, and I run like …

- I have already given sweets and offered money … but they are not in any way, they say, go to the boss, if she allows without these documents, we will prepare a declaration for you, - in spite of my demonstrative silence, the driver broadcast.

Having risen to my department, "lining up" my subordinates, canceling the traditional morning coffee, yelling at the cleaning lady who inadvertently touched me with a vacuum cleaner, I locked myself in my office, staring blankly at the mirror.

- Received?! I asked my reflection.

- Ol, 9 o'clock, annoying laymen already want you there, - a friend looked into my office.

Parting the blinds, I looked out into the hall. No, after all, today is my day! The morning driver, a lover of philosophy, was stomping on the threshold with a pile of papers.

- Start it up! - I commanded, sitting down at the table.

- Hello, … you understand, we have an urgent load, and we have it … oh … hello, … once again, - he stammered, - and we … his …

- Uh-huh, you can't get it for the third day already … - I finished for him in a metallic voice …. joy, I summed up. - You do not have a complete package of documents. Here you prepare, and come, receive your urgent cargo.

- Girl, well, listen, well, today after lunch these damn documents will be brought up, - he whined, - well, give permission, while the cargo is disinhibited, there will already be documents, well, you can do it retroactively….

- You can … but not today, and not for you! - I smiled sweetly, returning the documents to him and letting him know that the conversation was over.

- Well, you, you … Yes, you just …, just … use your official position … but I won't talk to you anymore …

- Do mercy!

- Yes, you are a real bureaucrat! - Not holding back, he yelled.

A lover of fresh faces, jumped out of the office, taking out all his rage on the door.