Get married in 100 days - стр. 3

“Maybe she won’t like him at all,” Ganya reasonably objected, sincerely sympathizing with his sister, who was matched blindly, and who was also forced to bake cakes and meat in French for this unknown groom.

Mom ignored these attacks, considering them unworthy of responding to them.

Finally, the moment came. Nadya was so exhausted by that time that, contrary to custom, they even put on a little rouge to make her look more attractive.

But this was not necessary.

This is because the long-awaited groom himself, standing on the threshold next to the large Tatyana Dmitrievna, literally looked like a gray mouse. He is short – a head shorter than his mother and barely reaches Nadya’s height, pale and wearing thick-rimmed glasses. These glasses seemed to occupy half of his expressionless face, and in terms of the brightness of the impression they overshadowed the young man completely. Tatyana Dmitrievna, on the contrary, made a fierce impression. A tall, one might say, monumental lady, with Rubensian features. Both son and mother were dressed modestly, old-fashioned and very closed. Buttoned down to the very last button. Tolik is wearing brown trousers, a yellow shirt and a gray knitted sleeveless vest. Tatyana Dmitrievna – in a spacious gray dress with buttons on the chest. Nadya herself preferred this style of clothing, so she was not embarrassed by the “unfashionability” of the potential groom. Only one detail left a slight unpleasant aftertaste – wet spots on the sleeves of the shirt peeking out from under the armpits and the accompanying strong smell of sweat – Nadya was extremely sensitive to this. However, she decided not to draw hasty conclusions and attribute this misunderstanding to excitement before meeting.

Stuttering and stammering, Tolik introduced himself to her and handed her a box of chocolates from a famous factory – at the same time, Nadya noticed how his forehead was glistening with sweat, and large droplets had already gathered above his upper lip. The young man's fingers were visibly shaking. He must be a very soft and delicate person,” Nadya mentally told herself in order to smooth out the first impression.

After joyful greetings between the older generation, we went into the living room at the table.

– Why did you prepare so much?! – Tatyana Dmitrievna gasped, throwing up her large hands.

– What about it? – Mom was surprised. – Guests need to be treated. This is all our Nadenka cooked…

Tatyana Dmitrievna shook her head:

“You’re doing great,” she said to her potential daughter-in-law, “but, of course, there was no need to worry so much, because overeating is harmful.”

Nadya looked down, feeling guilty, it was unclear why.

– Well, sometimes it’s possible, a little! – her father supported her, patting her on the shoulder, and sat down at the table.

“Let’s pray,” my mother suggested.

Everyone stood up. At the general request, Tolik muttered “Our Father” very quietly and indistinctly, but was not able to bless the food and drink at all, which caused a reproachful look from his mother, which could have drilled a hole in the metal.

Over the meal, communication flowed more casually. It basically boiled down to Tatyana Dmitrievna listing the merits of her son: