Summer’s Worst Nightmare

Perhaps something in her words is true ... perhaps. Dasha is a smart girl, and unlike me, calm and reasonable. Even my mother always gives me her as an example. I admit that Dasha helped me more than once with deeds and advice. Last year, during the winter holidays, she and I went together to the village to see my grandmothers. The guy just dumped me, right before the New Year. It seemed to me then that life was over. To top it all off, my mother began to insist that I visit her old aunts. I had nowhere to go, the mood was disgusting, so a trip to the village for all the holidays could no longer upset me. And at that moment, Dasha, having learned about what had happened, volunteered to go with me. My friend sacrificed herself for me! She was ready to put up with my bad mood, constant whining, and most importantly - the society of elderly village relatives and the lack of the usual urban amenities. As I say, Dasha is an amazing friend! But instead of quiet and boring sitting in a village house with old women and a TV, we found ourselves in the very center of every second wonderful adventures, met new friends, hunted a brownie, visited a local club, celebrated real Christmas, even caroling! But most importantly, Dasha and I fell in love! Yes, I am in Gleb, she is in Oleg. And we are still together!