Olga, are those extra kilos of yours? Isnt that a problem? Dimas mother persisted.
In my view I have no excess at all, especially since they please my future husband. Not everyone can be a dainty stick, Olga retorted, glancing mockingly at Elena and Dimas mother. Elena flared up at the audacity.
Mom! Did you buy that slimming tea? And chia seeds? Why did you pour so much oil into my porridgethose are extra kilos! Dima, you bought yeast bread again? Thats harmful! You must drink three glasses of water every morning, otherwise the weight wont drop Wheres my water?! Dima had heard such remarks since childhood.
His mother and elder sister were constantly obsessed with their figures. His sister, now thirtyeight, had never married and looked like a skinny, hunchbacked horse with perpetually hungry eyes. Their mother seemed as straight and rigid as a knitting needle.
This bothered Dima so much that he always gravitated toward lively people with a good appetite, dreaming that his future wife would be different from his mother and sister. And he found such a woman.
Her name was Olga. Olya even her name sounded soft, pleasant, and sweet, like a fragrant pastry. She wasnt overweight, but at a height of 173cm she weighed 85kg.
All those kilograms radiated health and cheerfulness. She had high breasts, a slender waist, feminine curves, and dimples on her plump cheeks that begged to be pinched. Dima was struck with awe the moment he saw her.
One evening he drove his sister to the bank for some business. She took a ticket and sat in the assigned chair while he paced the hall waiting.
Suddenly a silvery, belllike laugh reached his ears. It was quiet yet contagious, and Dima couldnt help but smile. He wanted to see the source of that laugh, so he followed the sound.
A young operative, attending to an elderly client, laughed at something he said, then laughed again. Dima couldnt take his eyes off herher hair fell in waves, her lips formed a tiny bow, and she seemed completely at ease with her body, evident even to the untrained eye.
He was riding with his sister, listening to her monotone chatter, but his mind was elsewhere, with that girl in the bank.
Dima, are you listening? his sister asked irritably.
Of course, Elena, Im listening, he forced himself to think about what she might be saying.
I told him I dont eat fried meat, only boiled chicken breast, the sister complained about her latest suitor. Dima nodded sympathetically, clicking his tongue as if to say, What a scoundrel.
The next day, late afternoon, he rushed to the bank. The object of his daydreams was there, and Dima let out a relieved sigh. After the bank closed, he took a bouquet of roses from his car and approached the girl.
Miss, do you need a husband, or perhaps a son for your mother? he blurted, then handed her the roses.
His face must have looked bewildered and funny, because she burst into a ringing laugh and accepted the flowers.
My God What beauty! How they smell! she lowered her face into the bouquet, inhaling the fragrance while Dima admired her.
From then on they were inseparable. Sometimes you meet someone and instantly know theyre the one, and you stop looking for anyone else. Thats what happened to Dima with Olga. After a month of dating he proposed, and she gladly accepted. All that remained was to meet the parents.
Olgas parents welcomed him with a bountiful spread of pies, laughter, and chatter. Olgas mother, a strikingly beautiful woman, kissed him on both cheeks, leaving him mortified. Her father patted his shoulder like an old friend and led him to the kitchen.
Stay away from the women, theyll drive you mad. But dont worry, Natalia Yevhenivna, Olgas mother, is a gentle lady! Ive loved her for thirty years. And Olga is a true diamond. Take good care of her, son. Olgas father looked at Dima intently.
They then lingered at the table, eating heartily, laughing loudly, sharing funny life anecdotes. Later, Ivan Dmytrovych, Olgas father, played the guitar while everyone sang along. Dima felt at home in that family as if hed known them forever.
Three days later they went to Dimas parents. On the way they stopped at a confectionery, and Olga bought handmade eclairs for the women. By five in the evening they arrived.
Dimas mother, Halyna Anatoliyivna, opened the door.
Oh Hello, my dears she stared at Olga, frozen with her mouth open, gripping the door handle.
Mom, I love you too. Shall we not stand in the doorway and go inside? Dima whispered to his mother, and they finally entered.
Of course, son Come in, come in And you must be the Olga weve heard about, right? she said, eyeing Olga from head to toe.
Yes, Im Olga! Pleased to meet you. Olga extended her hand to Halyna Anatoliyivna and stepped inside. Dimas mother remained rooted, staring at the girl.
Dad, Elena, Mom, this is Olga, my fiancée. Weve submitted our notice and will marry soon. Olga, meet my family: sister Elena, mother Halyna, and father Mykola Serhiyovych. Dima introduced his bride to his relatives.
The wedding news seemed to catch Dimas family off guard; they sat silent, slightly stunned. The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery.
Yes! Olga! Were delighted and welcome you to the family. Do you have a bottle? Oh, thats perfect! And some treatsjust for you, ladies. Mykola tried to lighten the mood.
No, no, we dont eat cake, especially at night. What about you, Olga Halyna pushed the box of sweets away with a grimace.
You dont eat, we do! Bring that box over, lets see whats inside. Im sure Olga wont bring anything bad. Right, Olga? the father joked loudly.
Everyone finally settled, the tension easing. On the table lay chocolate, light snacks, and a bottle of sparkling wine. They opened it, toasted, sipped, and an awkward silence fell again.
Mom, Ive met Olgas parents. Theyre wonderful people. Youll like them, Dima said, trying to fill the void. Olga stared into her glass, Elena fixed her gaze on Olga. The father began telling a joke; everyone laughed, and the atmosphere relaxed.
Olga, dont worry, I have a great specialist. Ill introduce you to her and shell help solve your problem, his mother suddenly offered.
A problem? I have none, Olga replied, surprised.
The issue, thenyour extra kilos, isnt that a problem? Dimas mother pressed again.
In my opinion I have no excess, especially since my future husband likes me as I am. Not everyone can be a twig and a reed, Olga said, looking mockingly at Elena and Dimas mother. Elena flared at the cheekiness.
Olga, youre twenty kilos overweight! Thats bad for your health. When you give birth, I cant even imagine what will happen to you the mother warned.
When I have a child, Ill be even prettier, with my husband and baby. Are you married, Elena? Im sure a slender woman like you must have a handsome husband and at least a couple of kids Olga retorted, biting into a pastry with pleasure.
Elena swallowed, about to retort, but Mykola stopped the clash, filled the glasses, and proposed a toast.
To the women of this familyso different, yet so beloved!
A couple of hours later they stepped outside, looked at each other, sighed in unison, and burst into simultaneous laughter.
Wow I never expected my future motherinlaw to call me fullfigured.
Olga, dear, youre beautiful and you know it! As for your mother and sister, forgive them generously. You cant choose relatives.
The wedding was set for August25. Relatives and friends gathered at the civil registry office, then moved to a restaurant.
The bride shone in a stunning dress that highlighted her feminine, enchanting figure. The groom couldnt take his eyes off her. The brides mother, Natalia Yevhenivna, matched her daughters beauty and elegance. The grooms friends stared admiringly. The sister, Elena, was a younger replica of her mother.
Music swelled and the newlyweds began their first dance, swirling together under the enchanting melody. It was clear that, in that moment, no one else existed but them. The guests watched in silent awe.
Honestly the bride could afford to lose a few kilos. Shes huge, and that dress doesnt help. It will burst Dimas mother muttered disapprovingly.
As the saying goes, once a word is spoken it cant be taken back. Halyna Anatoliyivna tried to retract her comment, but it was too lateshed been heard.
Besides, many men dont chase after bones. They prefer normal, lively women. Your son, by the way, belongs to that group. And you, dear, choose your words carefully; Im a woman, soft but nervous. I cant handle it when it concerns my daughter, Natalia pressed, hands on her hips, using her ample bust to edge Halyna toward the wall.
For a moment the women stared at each other fiercelyHalyna frightened, Natalia angry. Their tension was broken by Ivan Dmytrovych, who quickly diffused the situation.
Ladies! I see youve become friends already. But I must steal my wife from you, dear Halyna! Natalia, may I have this dance? He whisked his wife into a waltz. The music roared, faces lit with joy, and the wedding sang and danced as in the famous song.
One can only hope the couple will live, thrive, and share happiness together.
