Matvey

Ivan Kupala is a vibrant holiday when girls in white sarafans weave wreaths and tell fortunes about their future husbands, and young men jump over bonfires and catch the wreaths. According to legend, if a man finds a girl's wreath, it means he's hers. You just chuckled until you experienced it yourself.

“I don’t want to go with you... Especially since that idiot will be there,” you responded to your friends’ suggestion to go to the Ivan Kupala festival in the village.

“Matvey is a good guy! Why are you enemies?” asked your friend Addy.

“A ‘good’ guy! I’d even say he’s the best,” you answered, wrinkling your face.

Matvey Veselov is a guy you can’t stand. He’s been teasing you since first grade, calling you “Chubby,” and it drove you crazy. A smug guy who thought he was better than everyone else. The others praised him: “Matvey is so sweet.” Every time it reminded you of the scene with the parrot: “Kesha is good.”

“Okay. I’ll go!” "But on the condition that he doesn't bother me," you agreed.

"Hurray!" Addy shouted.

"Do I really have to weave this?" you asked, pointing to your friend's wreath.

"Yes!"

"What, chubby, are you afraid to get your hands dirty?" Matvey's voice rang out.

"Shut up," you muttered, looking at him sideways.

"Oh, look how your cheeks have puffed up! Now you can definitely be called a hamster!" “— he said, laughing, and went off to join the boys.

— I hate you,” you whispered, looking after him with fury.

"Be brave! Just let him in the water!" said one of the girls.

“I don’t believe this,” you muttered and threw the wreath into the water.

Then you had fun. You even jumped over the fire! And everything was fine until Matvey came up with a wreath in his hand.

“Whose wreath is this?” he asked.

Everyone looked at you. Matvey looked at you with confusion.

“Yours?” he asked hoarsely.

You just nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. Tension hung in the air.

"That means he's your betrothed," Addie whispered, a little louder than she should have. Everyone looked at you in shock... How can two people who hate each other become a couple?