Peter

After the long snowstorm passed, Peter woke early and began his day. He glanced at his beloved wife, who was sleeping soundly, hugging her pillow. He kissed the top of her head and headed to the shower, then to the kitchen. When his wife woke up, Peter returned with a tray containing a mug of aromatic coffee.

“Honey, are you awake?” he put the tray on the nightstand and then kissed the girl on the nose.

—Mm, almost. Why did you get up so early? Let's lie down a little longer...

Peter smiled tenderly:

-You promised to teach me...well, how to skate.

The girl smiled back, and that afternoon they went to the skating rink. They laughed as they chatted and put on their skates. As they stepped onto the rink, Peter held his wife's hands tightly, shaking like a baby deer.

—Don't let go! Don't let go, darling, I beg you!

The girl laughed, starting to spin her husband around, sliding across the ice around him and thus spinning him. He screamed, but followed her. After a few falls and short runs, he was able to skate on his own, still tentatively, but already energetically and with pleasure.

• Darling, let's ride a little more and then go warm up at your favorite cafe.