Read VK Caucasian stories. Magomed & Angelica. Mutual feelings

Malika got married early - at the age of 15, so that even she herself did not have time to understand how it happened. During her wedding cousin, a handsome guy from a neighboring village liked her, and he came to the spring to see her. And her friend Marem, envious that such an enviable groom had paid attention to Malika, carefully watched the couple a little to the side. Suddenly, completely unexpectedly for everyone, she shouted loudly: “Kug lazza! Kug lazza!” (Took the hand! Took the hand!), although nothing of the kind happened. Why she did this remains a mystery. She probably wanted to disgrace Malika, but in reality it turned out that this involuntary “shame” was the reason that the handsome, handsome Shamil sent matchmakers to Malika that same evening. And the “disgraced” Malika married him, thinking that something terrible had happened.

Malika was pleased with her husband. Of course, rural life is not all sugar, but Malika was accustomed to work from early childhood - milking a cow, baking bread - she did everything playfully. And her husband... loved her, despite the fact that she had been married for 5 years, she could not give him children. Only chores around the house and yard allowed her to forget about her misfortune for a while. But every evening she fell asleep with tears in her eyes and a prayer to Allah for a child.

That evening she prayed especially earnestly. She decided for herself that if this time it didn’t work out, she would not torment Shamil anymore and would go to her parents’ house. She suggested that he marry someone else more than once, but he reassured her as best he could, not even thinking about a second wife. “Even if we never have children, I will not marry someone else,” he passionately convinced her, “... we have a large family, it’s okay if I personally don’t have children. Others have it - and that’s enough, the Salamov family will not end with me.”

But, despite his words, Malika could not allow her beloved, dear, dear person remained childless. Therefore, she firmly decided for herself - she would wait another month - and that’s it, go home...

Allah heard her prayers, and a month later she conceived... At first she couldn’t believe it, she was afraid to say it, and she couldn’t admit to herself that it had happened. I kept listening to myself, I was still afraid to say it out loud. And only when Shamil asked about it himself, noticing her slightly rounded belly, she answered: “Yes, it seems I’m pregnant.” Oh, how he spun her around, how he rejoiced! What care and attention filled her days! He categorically forbade doing hard work and looked forward to the birth of the child...

What was the reason for the delay in the birth of children is not clear, but since then children in the family of Shamil and Malika began to appear every year - as if from a cornucopia. Their house was filled with the voices of their eight sons!

The happiness of Shamil and Malika knew no bounds. In the depths of her soul, Malika dreamed of a girl, but even alone she did not dare to complain, since she was very grateful to Allah for the happiness he had sent her!

The eldest son, Magomed, was the most playful and hectic. Probably because his parents spoiled him more than anyone else, and they instilled in all the other children that he was the eldest, he should be listened to, he should be respected and revered. He believed in his exclusivity and importance and every now and then “delighted” his parents with his pranks.

His favorite trick was to hide somewhere for a long time and wait for his mother to start looking for him. “Moh1mad, k1orni, michakh vu hyo? Havad mamin! Sa gatdella sa!” (Magomed, baby, where are you? Run to mom! I miss you!) - Malika wailed, running around the yard, looking into every corner, but Magomed found a new place every time, and she never managed to find it. After tormenting her for some time, he jumped out of hiding with wild screams, and then they laughed together for a long time...

... On the outskirts of the village of Goiskoye, the corpses of those killed during the “anti-terrorist operation to capture militants” in the village of Komsomolskoye were dumped into a huge pit. The unfortunate people dug into this hole, looking among the disfigured corpses for their loved ones and relatives, so dear and loved ones with whom they were just yesterday...
... Among everyone, a middle-aged woman stood out, with a gauze-tied face and mournful eyes that seemed to reflect all the sadness of the world... Every now and then she pulled someone out of a pile of corpses and said: “Hara sa wu!.. Hara sa wu !.. Hara sa wu!” (This one is mine, and this one is mine, and this one is mine...) The women standing at a distance shook their heads sympathetically and talked among themselves, not believing that all seven corpses that the woman pulled out of the landfill were related to her. In their opinion, the woman simply lost her mind and pulled everyone out.

“Moh1mad, sa k1orni, michakh vu hyo? Sa sa gatdella!” (Magomed, my baby, where are you? I miss you!) - the woman began to wail, and those watching her were sure that she had lost her mind. Someone was crying, someone who had no more tears left wanted to come up to her to take her away from there, and one of the women had already moved in her direction, but standing aside Old man stopped her with the words: “Leave her. These are our seven sons. She's looking for the eighth." He couldn't hold back his tears. In embarrassment, he turned away and cried quietly. He did not have the moral strength to approach the pit.

“Moh1mad, k1orni, hya guch val, so kadella!” (Magomed, baby, come out, I’m tired) - Malika repeated. There wasn't a single tear on her face...

... About 2,000 local people died in the bloody massacre in the village of Komsomolskoye. Including old people, women and children...

A love story that really happened in life in Ingushetia, about an unhappy and strong love two young people...

Ingushetia: There lived a girl Elina, everyone called her Elya. . .a girl, modest, neat, her parents and friends all loved her, her voice captivated everyone, such a refined, delicate hair, like an Angel’s, she was often invited to conferences, the audience listened attentively, her every word, she was 17 years old, studying for 1 course, after classes I went straight home, I didn’t like partying and everything like that. . .was with her best friend Lizka, and then one sunny day Lizka ran to Elka and said: “Elka, Elka, I got the number of such a handsome guy, let’s call him, only you will speak... Elya: “Liza, are you crazy, no, I’m not I’ll call you, what are you doing, what if he finds out, it’s a shame. . Lisa: “Well, please Elya, you have such a voice, he will immediately fall in love with you, please, please, please... Elya: “Okay, but only once, and from a hidden place.” . .Liza (hugs, kisses) and then the beeps started. . . Hello? Yes. . . Elya: “they gave me your number, I would like to meet you.” He: “well, since they gave it, let’s get acquainted, my name is Mustafa, what’s yours? Elya: my name is Diana. . . . . (she lied all about your life)...and their conversation continues for more than 3 hours. Mustafa: “Diana, why are you calling from a hidden place? After all, I still had your number, Elya, in shock, began to say goodbye to him, saying that she had the wrong number, asked him not to call this number again, and hung up: “Lizka, I told you not to!!! will he find out who I am? This is terrible! I’m gone! Lizka went home... Suddenly the bell rang... she rejected another call, didn’t pick up again, the third bell: “young man, you were told not to call here , we have the wrong number, or you stop writing here, or I will be forced to throw away the SIM card. . . . Mustafa: “no, no!!! Wait, please, give me Diana’s number, I really need it, please give it!” Lizka: “Sorry, this is impossible!!! She won't talk to you! Mustafa: “Please, I beg you! I need her number, or give her a SIM card!” Lizka, after thinking a little, answered: “Okay, it’s possible, tomorrow I’ll give her a SIM card...” . . . . Eli's house. . . . . Elya thought about him all night, what a wonderful voice he has, how he communicates, how sweet he is. . . . That night he thought about her, what a beautiful voice she has, quiet and calm. . . The next day Lizka came running to her: Elya, Elechka, he wants to talk to you, he needs it, you should have heard how he asked me. . . . . Elya: “Liza, are you crazy? I can’t, I can’t!” (but in her soul she so wanted to hear his voice again) Elya, well, for my sake!... Okay, okay, let’s go. . . . Lizka ran away home... A little later Elya dialed him: Hello... Mustafa? Hello... Is that you? (of course a stupid question, but I had to start a conversation). Hello, yes Diana it’s me... How are you... . . . . . . . . They talked all night. . . They said goodbye only in the morning. . . . It’s time to go to classes. . . . At the University, Lizka showed her Mustafa, he was a 5th year student, so handsome, tall, with dark hair and brown eyes, it seems a guy like him would never look at someone like her. . . . . She was upset. She thought about him all day. . . . Evening, they are talking. . .everything goes so easily, as if they have known each other for an eternity. . . It’s been 2 months since they communicated, they haven’t seen each other, but strangely enough, he didn’t ask to meet, he was pleased to hear her voice
He didn’t ask to meet, and it was to her advantage that she didn’t want him to see her. . . But then one day he said: ! “Diana, I can’t do this anymore, let’s see you, I want to look into your eyes, I want to admire you, your voice will captivate me, please don’t refuse me.” Elya: “no Mustafa, please don’t ask me for this, you don’t have enough of that.” I cannot agree that we communicate on the phone. . “But alas, Mustafa’s persistence knew no bounds, he achieved his goal... she answered Yes!... Lizka came to Elya. She told her about what had happened and asked her to go to the meeting instead, as if she were Diana. .DIANA: "How can you? After all, he hopes to see you, and not me, he will know, he will feel! Elya: “no Lizka, he won’t find out anything! Please... Lizka didn’t agree, suddenly, something wrong began to happen to Elya... she grabbed her head, fell to the floor, everything swam before her eyes... she didn’t I heard Lisa’s screams... there was no one at home, but she began to come to her senses, and asked the crying Lisa to calm down... She already agreed to everything, as long as Elya didn’t scare her like that anymore... And then that one came the day they were supposed to meet Mustafa...
The day of their meeting has arrived. . . He was waiting for her at the university under a tree. . . . . . .he sees that someone is heading towards him. . .he looked at her sideways. . . . Lizka: "Hello Mustafa." . Mustafa: "Hello." . They didn’t talk for so many minutes, and he asked: “Why does Diana think that I’m so stupid? Why does she think that I don’t recognize her voice, tell me why? Lizka: “I told her that this won’t work, she insisted, forgive me, I couldn’t refuse her (she could barely hold back her tears). . . I am sorry again. . .turned and ran away. . . At Eli’s house: Lizka: “I told you it wouldn’t work out, did I tell you? You put me in such an uncomfortable situation that he’s thinking about me right now, (crying)... Elya: “please calm down, I’m not I knew this would happen, please calm down. . . Lizka calmed down and went home. . . . . Night: Call from Mustafa. . . .she is afraid to pick up the phone, afraid to hear how he will scold her. . . But she picked it up anyway. . . . Hello, Diana. . .what did I do to you? Why did you treat me this way? Did I distrust you? Was that really the case? Elya: “forgive me Mustafa, I’m just afraid that you won’t like me, I know that I’m not the type that guys run after... I’m afraid... Mustafa: “Diana, why can’t you understand, I like absolutely everything about you! You are exactly the girl I dreamed of so much, and it seems to me that it is you who are destined for me! I am drawn to you Diana, how can you not understand this, please let’s see each other, only this time you come!!! Don’t send anyone, I still recognize your voice from a thousand, you can’t confuse it, it’s like the singing of birds, like the voice of an angel! After such words, she could not refuse him. . . She agreed, tomorrow at 5 o’clock they will meet near the University
All night Mustafa thought about what she was like, all night Elya was afraid to disappoint him. . . . But then the morning came. . . . For some reason the headaches started again, but went away again. . . And now it’s 5 o’clock. . . The couples are over, they must see each other. . . He waited where the meeting was indicated. . . She noticed him from afar. . . . He stood leaning against a tree, looking thoughtful. . . . . She appeared so quickly, he was stunned. . . . . . This is exactly how he imagined her, a slender, beautiful girl. . . . With an angelic voice, he finally saw her, how he wanted to hug her (but this could not be done, he would never touch this girl, he would not dare to offend her with this) she did not raise her eyes, she just said: “Here I am, Mustafa . . . “these words spoken brought him to his senses, this time he knew for sure that his Diana was standing in front of him. . . . . But then she said: “I’m sorry Mustafa, I’ve been lying to you all this time, my name is Elina (ELYA), I’ve been lying to you all this time... He thought again and said: “It doesn’t matter anymore, I saw you, I I won't let you go again!
their relationship began to move to the next levels. . . At the university they already knew that they were together, everyone was happy, there was white envy, there was also black envy (everything is as it happens with people) one fine wonderful day. . . When they met, Mustafa said to Elya: “Elechka, you know how I feel about you, you know that I love you, you know that I have no one but you... I’m already graduating from university, I’ll find a job... after that.” . . And after... I would like to marry you! Elya was shocked by these words, she wanted this with all her heart! But something told her that it was too early... she began to deny...: “Mustafa to me just turned 18... I am just learning. . .understand me." Mustafa: "I'm not rushing you, my love, everything will happen when you want, we'll wait, I'll send old people to you (family elders, of all kinds) I'm afraid that you'll be married off to someone else, or you'll be taken in marriage. . . Understand. . . . . .she agreed. . . All this time, Elya did not tell her mother about him, although she did not hide anything from her mother. And that evening she told her about his intentions. . . . Mom: “Daughter, are you crazy? What about studying? Have you thought about this?” Elya: “Mommy, he just wants to take the floor, and nothing more.” Mom: “Okay daughter, tell me his last name, maybe I know them?” . . . . After she said his last name, my mother dropped the plate and started yelling and screaming so that in future this name and surname would no longer sound in their house! So that she forgets him and does not dare to communicate with him, otherwise she will take away her phone and ban her at home!
....mom, mom, mommy, wait (crying) explain to me what the reason is, explain to me, I beg you! Mom, I can't live without him! Mom please! Mom: “Our family has been feuding for many years, so daughter, or you do as I say... Or I will tell everything to your FATHER! This will not end well... Elya was in shock, went to her room the room began to cry... Meanwhile, in Mustafa's house there was no less scandal... having learned about which girl their only son was talking about, on whom they pinned their hopes, in whom they saw the continuation of their family... And who upset them so much this. Father: “You will never marry this girl!” NEVER!!! The enemy will not set foot in our house, you understand me!!! Mustafa was silent with his head down. . . .went to his room. . . . He called Ela: Hello, (heard her tears) beloved. . .
...my love, don’t cry, I ask you not to cry, I will do everything for us to be together, I won’t give you to anyone, you can hear me! We will be together, do you believe me? Answer? Believe it or not, all he heard in response was her crying. . . .but then again the very thing that she feared most (dizziness) happened and again everything swam before her eyes, again she did not realize anything, dropping the phone, she grabbed her head, the room narrowed in her eyes, there was nothing to breathe, so my end she thought, mentally saying goodbye to everyone, saying goodbye to her parents, to beloved, with beloved girlfriend. . .but thank God, she began to come to her senses, somehow she rose to her feet, remembering that she had spoken on the phone, found the phone, and heard screams. . . . "I'm here, here." . She answered in a whisper. . . : “Don’t ever scare me like that in your life! Do you understand?! I almost rushed to you!”
Mustafa, why should we be responsible for the mistakes of the past, why should we be responsible for THEIR enmity, why should everything come down to us. Mustafa: “My good El, don’t cry, we’ll still be together, I promised you!” She put the phone down and went to bed, (although both of them couldn’t sleep that day) they lay and looked at the ceiling for hours. : “Today I “I’ll see him,” Elka said to her friend, “I’ll see him!” They left the house as usual, without showing any kind of joy, Elka walked next to her mother with her head bowed... A conversation started between her and Lizka, but then there were these pains again, Lizka had seen them before ...Elka fell to her knees and began to beat the asphalt and scream, she was in pain, it was as if her head was being torn into two parts, or even three... Lizka picked her up, took her to the bench, began to bring her to her senses, she was in a panic from what she saw , she had never seen such severe headaches before...: “Tomorrow we’re going to the doctor!” Lizka said, and don’t you dare deny it! Elka: “Lizka, please don’t, you know how much I don’t like these doctors. Lizka: “I don’t want to hear anything, I said everything, tomorrow I’ll ask your parents for permission.” . .
They didn't see or hear each other for the whole day. Meanwhile, horror and scandal were happening in Mustafa’s house...no matter how he asked, no matter how he begged, but frozen heart he couldn’t melt his father, he waved everything aside, shouted, talked about the honor of the family... Mustafa was again left alone with himself (in the room)... then his mother came in to him: “Son, I see your suffering, I I see how much you love this girl, but I also see and know that your father will never agree to this marriage (strokes his hands and face) Mustafa: “Mom, forgive me, forgive me if I did not live up to your hopes, I'm sorry if I didn't turn out the way you wanted me to be, but understand, mom, that I need Elina like air, like water, I can't imagine my life without her....(tears filled his eyes).... Heart the mother trembled when she saw these eyes, because tears had never been seen in these eyes before...this made the mother’s heart feel even worse....she left the room so as not to cry in front of him....Call: “Hello Elka, how are you? Sorry, I couldn’t come today, I had business.” Elka: “Nothing Mustafa, everything is the same at home, everything is forbidden”...Mustafa: “Don’t lose hope, darling, we will be together!”..Next morning: “Elka get up quickly, I asked your parents for permission, let’s go to to the doctor quickly."
..evening came...they went for tests...both entered the doctor's office... Doctor: "Have you been suffering from headaches for a long time?" Elka: “Well, not so long ago”... (Lizka intervenes) “It’s been a long time, doctor, a long time ago.” Then the doctor lowers his head: “Why didn’t you come before? Why didn’t you come to us before?” Elka: “Is something wrong, doctor?” Doctor: “You have a brain tumor, it’s already quite developed, the chances of curing it in this time frame are 1 in 1000, you need surgery urgently.” . . These words sounded like a knife in the hearts of both girls; they could not believe their ears. . . Shocked by what she heard, Elka went out into the corridor, Lizka remained there. Doctor: “She has a few months left, and I’m afraid nothing can help.” Tears flowed from Lisa’s eyes: “How’s the doctor? How? How could this happen, you’re lying, it’s not like that, my Elka can’t die!!!
you are all lying! Doctor: “alas, you yourself observed her pain, you witnessed her attacks.” She could no longer speak, she left the office, Elya was sitting on the bench.... (crying): “Lizka, how long do I have left? How long will I live?” but she didn’t answer like that... she just cried... they came home.... Elka hands her mother the papers (tests). Mom: “What is this?”.. Elka: “Look, these are my tests
After reading this, my mother almost fainted, began to cry, screaming: “My daughter, why did this happen to you, these tests are fake, I don’t believe them!” Elka: “Mom, they are true, I have a few months left to live.” . .mom: “no, no... I won’t believe it, I’ll tell my father.”... By the morning the house was already full of people... one got the impression that she had already died.... Inviting mom to her place into the room she began to beg in tears to let her meet with him (they had not seen each other for a month, after receiving the tests)
Mom let her daughter go with great difficulty..... And then they met..... Mustafa was in seventh heaven with happiness that he saw her again. Mustafa: “Elka, we’ll leave with you, you hear, we won’t tell anyone and we’ll leave, we’ll live alone, and when they calm down, we’ll come back”... Elya interrupted him...: “no Mustafa, stop (holds out tests)” ...he looked at them for a long time, not understanding what they were...: “What is this? What kind of tests are they?” . . . Elka: “I’m dying Mustafa, I have a brain tumor, I only have a little bit left to live.”... These words sounded like a blow to the heart, the earth was leaving from under his feet.... She stood and cried. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he hugged her. (He had never done this before) Elka: “let go, let go, they can see us”... but then she succeeded. Mustafa: “No, I won’t let you go! I’ll still marry you!”
Elka was still crying: “no Mustafa no, don’t ruin your life, before you get married, you will become a widower.”... but he didn’t listen to her, he turned and left... At Mustafa’s house.... There was a house full of guests. Not paying attention to them, Mustafa fell at his father’s feet and began to beg him to send the old men to Elina’s house, kissed his feet, he cried like a child! The father got angry and threw his son away...: “Are you out of your mind? How can you humiliate yourself like that because of a girl?” Then the mother, unable to bear it, said: “How can you, how can you all watch how children suffer? You are not disgusted with yourself, you destroy lovers, for the sake of your enmity, for the sake of your principles.... (Everyone lowered their heads)...
..... Poor children fell in love with each other, they fell in love with sincere love, and you, what are you doing? You are ruining them!......after long arguments and conversations, the old people gave in..... Morning came: a knock on the gate: Elina’s father opened the gate..... Old people: “we came to ask for your daughter.”. Father in anger: “how dare you come here, who told you that I would give my daughter to your family, we will never become related to people like you!” Angry Old Men: “We stepped over our pride! We came to ask for your daughter, and you... What have you done, fool! You broke your daughter’s heart! You broke the guy’s heart!” With these words they left the yard...
.. Hearing her father’s answer, Elka lost all hope, for several months tears dripped down her face, but that day killed her and him completely. They didn't know what to do, what to do. . . . . A few days later, many people gathered at Elina’s house, everyone was dressed in black. . . . ELIN IS GONE! SHE DIED! Hearing about what had happened, the old people ran to their house. . . . Mustafa was with them, he didn’t have his son (tombstone) with him: “please, accept at least this from us, at least I want to help her with something.” Father: “we don’t need anything from you, get out of ours.” Houses!
The shocked old men and Mustafa himself left.... Having reached the house, the old men opened the door: OH ALLAH, what do they see. The stone crumbled, it really turned into small pebbles! (true) Mustafa was called so that he would look at it, but he had no time for that, he headed to his room, took the phone and began to look at Eli’s photographs. . . . . Meanwhile, the old people called the mullah. . .more precisely several. They explained this phenomenon...they said that the stone here represents the heart of your son, like his heart, this stone was broken into small pieces, your son’s heart is broken forever, we have never seen such a great power of love, so that the stone was crushed by this force. . . With these words they left...
...that day Mustafa did not leave the room, all day and all night he looked at her photograph. . . He squeezed the phone tightly, remembered her image, her voice, all of her... There were no more tears left, they had dried up... In the morning, the mother knocked on her son’s room, but he didn’t open the door, she entered, went up to her son, and began talk, but when she touched him, a chill ran through his body, he was Cold as a corpse..........

This story is about an abnormal couple... All jokes aside!!! So let's start with)))

I will write in the first person)) My name is Asil, I am 17 years old, the nation is not that important). There are 5 of us in the family. Dad is Alik, mom is Zulfiya, and two older brothers... Islam and Rasul... I’ll describe myself to you first)))

Me: hair below the shoulders, naturally straight)) black eyes, neat nose and plump lips, by the way, I’m 17 years old)

Islam: the oldest brother, very strict ((tough!!! He is very handsome!! All the girls loved him, well, it seemed to me)) He is 21 years old... He studied at an academy, ummm, I don’t remember the name... But We couldn’t even sit in the same room with him.. He had slightly dark chocolate, black eyes, and plump lips))

Rasul: my chike, my most beloved brother... He and I were very similar, and we loved each other more than anyone))) He also had chocolate hair, but his lips, they were plumper than ours with Islam... Rasul was higher than Islam... Rasul is 18 years old... He studied to be a doctor, he dreamed of it since childhood... Well, what about me? I was resting, it was the month of June... The brothers had not returned yet, they had a session, which I was very happy about... I passed all the Unified State Examinations, and was resting to spite everyone) No, but what? I deserved... I also had a best friend... Her name was Jack, for me Dzhekichan... She was my sister, friend, and many other things, I love her...

Jack: long hair, almost black, Brown eyes and our lips were normal... Our figure was rubbish... But we wore scarves and long clothes... We had been friends with her since we were 6))))... And we wanted to enter the Medical Academy together.... Our families were very wealthy... Therefore, I was not denied anything...

Jackie had an older brother Aslan...

So the story began in the park... One fine summer day...

Morning: Jack calls me and says

D-As Salamu Alaikum

I am Wa Aleikum...

D-did I wake you up?

I- no, I got up a long time ago...

D- can I ask you something?

I - of course, come on)

D-Will you go with me to the shopping center today to buy clothes?

I- I would love to, dad won’t allow it(

D-maybe you can persuade him?

I'll see))

Well of course she woke me up!!! I had to get up. Since dad is at work and mom is in her room, I could freely go out in my Spongebob pajamas))). I went out, went downstairs, and, as always, took the tangerines and went back up)

Soon I called my dad and asked him to let me and Jack go shopping

I- dad, can I go to the shopping center with Jack?

P- you can’t, daughter...

I'm dad, please (((

P- I can’t let you go alone with Jack!

I- her brother will take us and take us (((well, daddy, can I?

F-okay, just be home by 4 o’clock in the afternoon!

I- thank you dad, okay)...

I called Jack

I'm Jackaaaa, sorry

D-what have you done again??

Where am I, your brother?

D- Yes, I think I’m downstairs with a friend, but what happened?

I-he’ll take us to the shopping center?

D- nooo, can’t wait

I- persuade him, huh?

D- everything is for you Janym) (soul)

I put on long dress, golden color and white ballet shoes... Hair in a muzzle and a scarf). When I was tying a scarf, my mother came into my room)

M-what are you doing?

I’m mom, dad let me go with Jack to the shopping center? Can I go?)

M- since dad let me in of course! Do you have money?

I- yes there is, thank you ma)

I have always been a very obedient daughter, but in our family it couldn’t have been any other way. I had everything I needed and even a little more, but at the same time I knew that my parents, not me, would determine my destiny and choose my husband. The only thing I didn’t expect was that I would become a bride so early.

Our love story began with my future husband, as most often happens in Dagestan, he saw me at a relatives’ wedding. I was only fifteen then, I didn’t even think about marriage. At that time I was entering university.

Since Magomed is a man of action, he immediately approached my mother at the wedding and said that he liked me. Mom answered with a smile that I was his second cousin. This confused Magomed a little. For a long time he did not dare to undertake further actions. But time passed, and his desire to make me his wife did not pass.

Soon relatives began to approach my parents. But at that time I was still very young, and my parents politely but refused the matchmakers. So a year passed.

Unexpected event

All this time I was completely unaware that my fate was being actively decided. Having finished school early, I entered DSU, but at the same time I was doing what I really liked. I drew.

This was what I would like to do with my life. Secretly, I cherished the dream that someday I would be able to seriously engage in, for example, clothing design.

While drawing, I was completely immersed in some special world of color and paint, and everything seemed so correct, natural and beautiful.

Two years later, Magomed did not give up trying to marry me. Parents, seeing his perseverance, determination, knowing how much he good man, from a good family close to us, finally gave their consent.

When I found out at the age of seventeen that they were going to marry me, I admit, I was very upset. It seemed to me that it was still very early, that I was not ready. I’m not ready not only to start a family, but also to give up what I’ve been doing so passionately all these years.

Very soon I found out who I was marrying. I remember, even before the matchmaking, early in the morning on my birthday they brought me a huge bouquet of beautiful flowers. This then really touched and made me happy, and allowed me to hope that perhaps everything was not as sad as I assumed.

I became Magomed’s official bride, but I already knew him in absentia, and then I tried to see, looking at him, what the future had in store for me.

Magomed turned out to be an attractive, smiling young man, the matchmaking was very beautiful, there were a lot of gifts and I was surrounded by the friendly smiling faces of my relatives.

The main thing I noticed about my future husband was his warm, kind look, and this calmed me down a little. Of course, we did not fully communicate with him before the wedding, but at the same time we sometimes corresponded, he wished me Good morning, or good night.

Getting to know you

Even for no reason he gave expensive gifts and flowers. Naturally, I wanted to know more about him, because it’s still scary to marry a stranger. And from the stories of my sisters and friends, it seemed to me that he was a kind and generous person. I myself often noticed this; I was pleased by his attentiveness to me, even his concern.

All this gradually calmed me down and reconciled me to the fact that I would have to give up a lot when I moved with him to another, completely foreign city.

I often felt sad, thinking that I would have to leave my family, my brothers, sisters and, above all, my parents. Everything that surrounded me and what I loved so much. But every time, in some strange way, even from a distance, Magomed managed to calm me down and instill at least a little confidence in the future.

In May 2015, we had a very magnificent and very beautiful wedding. She was wearing great amount people, many of them I didn’t even know. Everything was fun and was left in my memory for a long time as a bright, unforgettable holiday.

After the wedding, over time, I realized that I was not mistaken about my husband, and I still think that only then did Love truly come to us. And it was after the wedding that our Love Story became real. Magomed really turned out to be a very kind, understanding and caring person. Even now he gives me gifts and little surprises to please me. And today, when I am expecting our baby, I understand how grateful I am that he became my husband. And I am sure that we will always make each other happy.

Photographers: Shamil Gadzhidadaev, Ruslan Lepatrov

Decoration: Wedding agency “Wedding Day”

As you know, Caucasians are a people with fascinating customs and traditions. It is for this reason that the love of these people is always filled with experiences, emotions and unusual situations. Because of this Caucasian stories love VKontakte are extremely popular among users of this social network. In the vastness of VK you can find a lot of the most different stories O Caucasian love and what obstacles stand in her way. And in this article we will tell you where to find Caucasian love stories on VKontakte.

Group “Caucasian love stories”

The group has more than thirty-seven thousand members, so you can always find a like-minded person or interlocutor if you want to discuss this or that story. The group “Caucasian Love Stories” (https://vk.com/club39352600) is a place where probably the maximum number of such stories are collected, so there will definitely be something to do on quiet winter evenings.

Group "Caucasian Love"

More than seventy-eight thousand white VK users joined this group, which indicates the popularity of the community. And this is not surprising: love is the most sought-after feeling that will definitely come to every person. Oh, reading love stories, we are, in a sense, preparing ourselves for this event. That is why Caucasian love stories are so famous not only among people from the Caucasus, but also among many residents of Russia and Ukraine.

Now you know where to find Caucasian love stories on the VK social network. Read them with pleasure, and soon true and passionate love will come to you.