I want to tell my story to those who believe infortune telling. Although, those who do not believe - it will also be interesting. About two years ago I went along with my girlfriend to a fortuneteller. Granny was known in our district as a clairvoyant, and many said her predictions were coming true. With the love experiences of my girlfriend she managed "at a time", prosychiv her new relationship and happiness.
Со мной же она повозилась долго:and scattered the pebbles, and examined the coffee grounds in the cup, and scattered the maps. Finally she said that I would move to another city, meet the man of my dreams, who will be the only one in my destiny, but on the way to our boundless happiness there will be barriers that I must overcome despite everything. Laughing away with a laugh from the predictions, I plunged into ordinary life - work, home.
Predictions come true
In six months I was suddenly asked to takea position at one of the enterprises of our holding, for which I had to move to another region. I have no family, they appreciate it at work - I went. I remembered, of course, about the predictions, but decided to think that this was a coincidence.
She rented an apartment, settled into a new place, and throughI met Igor a month. Well-groomed, beautiful, with education, prosperity. I fell in love immediately to the ears, and mutually! At this point I completely believed in that granny's fortune-telling, and was determined to turn the mountains on the way to our happiness. Barriers, according to the prediction, were not long in coming.
Once it turned out that Igor was a gambler.Moreover, he needs a decent amount of money that he needs to urgently give. Gathering more of my savings, I rushed to him at the other end of the district. Now I understand how stupid - on a taxi would be safer.
In general, I was hit on the head in a dark alley.and grabbed the bag with all the money. As I fell, I hurt my cheek badly about something sharp. I did not remember what happened next, but I woke up already in the hospital. There I spent two weeks - without money, and even Igor never visited me. It was painful and insulting. In addition, it was found that through my cheek I now have an ugly scar. After discharge, I came to Igor, but he told me that this - with a scar on his face - he does not need me. My grief knew no bounds!
On the way to happiness
Remembering the old woman's words that Igor is the onlya man of my fate, I resolutely went to a plastic surgery clinic. They agreed to help me for 25 thousand. But where do I get the money now, when the last robber took away? In a strange city, I have not even had time to make friends to ask them to borrow this amount. And after the sick leave, I received a penny - just to live up to a normal salary.
Deciding to look for plastic surgery optionsCheaper, I started to wool the Internet. I did not find anything sensible, but the Robot Seimer online loan service caught my eye: he offered to lend me the amount I needed. There was no need for pledges, bails, or a whole folder of documents, or even a personal meeting with the manager of the Zaymer - they give out money for a month, transferring them to a bank card. Having decided not to anger the fate, which itself suggested the path to the solution of obstacles, I issued a loan. I waited for 25,000 to be transferred to me as a last resort the next day, but the money came to my account in a few minutes, and after lunch I signed an agreement with the clinic for the treatment of the ill-fated scar. Only three weeks - and I will be beautiful again!
Dr. Yurochka
Needless to say that Igor these three weeks is notappeared with me? But the young handsome doctor who did the operation practically didn’t leave me all this time. He brought flowers every day, referring to the “special service” of paid customers, but I learned that bouquets are not included in the clinic's package of services. Maybe from a good treatment, or maybe from his infinite attention, I recovered very quickly, and Dr. Yura, as I called him as a joke, invited me after discharge for a real date. Of course, the first thing I paid off was "": I do not like to have to.And I went on a meeting with Dr. Yura, and did not regret: I never really met such a courteous and reliable man. I didn’t remember Igor any more - I only heard that things were not very good for him. He is no longer interested in me. I just confused the men, believing in the predictions of fortune-tellers. I will never guess again. After all, next to me is already a man of my dreams - Yurochka.
Ilona Savitskaya,
According to the materials https://www.zaymer.ru
