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Irena Samsonovna, the wife of Kondraty Matveyevich Tsetselitsa, a large and significant man, in many ways shared the views of her life partner. They have lived together for more than thirty years, and during all this time she has never regretted that she married him. In her old years, Irena Samsonovna looked about ten years younger than her years, possibly because she had not worked a single day, or because Kondraty Matveyevich worked a lot, because of which they had hardly seen each other lately. Their daughter Elina grew up long ago, lived abroad and did not indulge her parents with frequent visits.

It seemed that everything in life was going as it should, but still something was wrong. Something tormented Irena Samsonovna’s soul, especially in the evenings, when, while waiting for her husband, she sat in an armchair, wrapped in a blanket around the TV, but usually without waiting for him to go to work, she would wake up in the morning and often find out that Kondraty Matveyevich did not come to spend the night. Apparently all night worked.

In one of such long evenings, an unexpected thought suddenly visited Irena Samsonovna’s graying head. She wanted to change something in her own life, for the better, of course, for the better, but she herself did not know yet.

The decision came unexpectedly. By chance, she recalled the famous psychic Davlopulus. Kondraty Matveyevich at one time was very pleased with the visit to him and talked a lot about his unusual abilities.

Immediately the next morning, Irena Samsonovna made an appointment by phone, which she knew from her husband, about meeting with Leopold Ivanovich and after some two hours, entering the office of the arbiter, she heard his velvety exciting voice, which said:

- Dear Irena Samsonovna, you show me great honor with my visit.

Irena Samsonovna's heart changed her rhythm.

- How much time can you give me? - She said, catching her breath.

- As much as your problem will require. - answered Leopold Ivanovich as kindly as possible, and thought to himself: “Well, and chicken. She probably never looks at herself in the mirror and that is her happiness. ” But he was wrong. Irena Samsonovna sometimes looked at herself in the mirror and it is today, much more than usual, because going to meet him, she put on her best dress, albeit not in the latest fashion, but as she seemed elegant and tailored , made her most favorite hairstyle, stabbed her hair in a bun on the back of her head and, turning before the trellis, was very pleased with herself. Leopold Ivanovich’s words embarrassed her a little and she answered him so quietly that she could barely hear her voice:

- Thank you, Leopold Ivanovich.

- After you called, I canceled all the cases and now I am completely at your disposal. - The meekness and gallantry of such a famous person impressed Irena Samsonovna from the very first moment of their communication.

“My husband, Kondraty Matveyevich, said that you are doing miracles,” she continued, fearing to raise his eyes to him. Leopold Ivanovich frowned, remembering a meeting with the spouse of this lady, who was a very prominent figure in big-time politics, and therefore, using his services, still could not find an opportunity to pay him for his work.

. “Mr Tsetselitsa exaggerates a little because of his spiritual generosity,” said Leopold Ivanovich, wincing, recalling the situation that was unpleasant for him.

“I myself thought so before — the visitor immediately chirped without noticing his reaction — but now I see that not at all, not at all, and even vice versa.

- So what are your problems, Irena Samsonovna? - Leopold Ivanovich finally decided to move on to the case.

For some reason, Irene Samsonovna did not at all want to think about her husband now, but the reason why they agreed to meet concerned him and therefore, making an effort over herself, she finally spoke:

- I have a problem with my spouse. - began Irena Samsonovna not knowing how best to formulate her request to Leopold Ivanovich.

- And what's the matter? - He asked in a tender voice, realizing her condition.

- My husband, Kondraty Matveyevich, has been thinking about work all the time.

- So this is good.

- And completely forgets about me. - the visitor added.

- But this is bad.

“He works so hard,” she added with a sigh.

- It's also good.

- And so little is at home,

- And this is also bad.

- That I began to worry about his health.

- Yes, Irena Samsonovna, you are absolutely right. You have good reason to worry about his health if he is rarely at home. - Leopold Ivanovich knew this not only as a specialist, but also from his own life experience.

- So what to do? - notes of concern sounded in her voice.

- It is necessary to make your husband think more about you and less about work. - Leopold Ivanovich answered with a little thought and looked at Irena Samsonovna with a penetrating glance.

- But how can this be achieved? How? - She became interested. It was evident that this idea came to her liking.

- You need to become such a woman so that he can change the work ..

- With whom?

- With you. - Leopold Ivanovich said that even he could not imagine: Well, how can you change the work with a woman like Irena Samsonovna? - Of course with you. - He repeated and smiled to himself, she, on the contrary, quite seriously reacted to his words and therefore asked with impatience:

- And so what is needed for this?

- You must radiate.

- What to radiate?

- Energy CIP. - Said Leopold Ivanovich and again looked straight into the eyes of Irene Samsonovna. She felt embarrassed because she did not know what was going on, but after some brief hesitation she decided to ask

- What is this CIP energy?

- Energy CIP is CIP. - Leopold Ivanovich raised his finger up and switched to such a solemn tone, as if it was the most important word of all the words that he ever had to utter. - It is impossible to convey in words, it is impossible to explain, it can only be felt.

- How? - Leopold Ivanovich's excitement passed on to Irene Samsonovna.

- Right on yourself.

- So where do you get her this very energy CIP?

- I have?

- You?

- Yes. I have.

“I do not quite understand you, Leopold Ivanovich, or rather I do not understand at all ...” the visitor was confused.

“Everything is very simple, Irena Samsonovna. - Leopold Ivanovich not so long ago came up with this theory specifically to solve women's problems and Irena Samsonovna was lucky to be the first lady on whom he was going to test the effectiveness of his invention. Therefore, taking advantage of the credulity of the victim of science, he continued with inspiration: - I generate in myself many different energies, including the energy of the CIP. Being a carrier of this energy, I can transfer it to you, that is, in other words, pump it ... ”

- Pump up? - Irene Samsonovna was a little embarrassed because she was so far behind life, does not understand the basic issues. What a joy that she came to such an unusual person who keeps up with the times and even, perhaps, ahead of him.

- Yes, pump up and periodically pump up to keep the desired balance. - continued Leopold Ivanovich, expressing a gesture of readiness to start action immediately ....

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