“We will not forget about each other, even when we get older”: two stories about a long and strong friendship

Friendly relations are different: with some people it is pleasant to keep in touch only occasionally, while others in terms of intimacy can be compared with a family. We talked with heroes who have known what friendship is for many years. They talked about how they managed to trust each other, what helps to get through a quarrel and how not to get lost when work and family take their toll.

Story 1. About three friends who were not separated even by distance

When you meet the same people every day, it's hard not to make friends

I have two best friends in my life: Nastya L. and Nastya F. When I was five, my family and I moved from Syzran to Samara and in the yard I met Nastya F. This was the first person I met in a new city, and we just walked with other children - and this is how friendship began to emerge.

A year later, Nastya L. moved to a neighboring house and went to the same school with us. We quickly got to know each other, began to walk together after lessons and enrolled in the same section - rhythmic gymnastics.

It's hard to remember what we thought of each other when we first met. Children easily find a common language with new people: everyone just wants to hang out and play together. We organized a roller club in the courtyard, got carried away with cross-stitching and just had fun. When you meet the same people every day, it's hard not to make friends.

In elementary school, we communicated very closely, and in middle school, our roads parted a little. Nastya F. became close to another company, and we began to see each other less often. They chatted when they crossed paths, but they didn't spend so much time together. This situation did not cause any offense - it was just interesting where Nastya F. was and with whom.

In the seventh grade, adolescents usually enter a transition period when it is generally not clear what is happening in life and what you really want. Then we became very close to Nastya L. and supported each other, shared thoughts and experiences.

In the 10th grade we were divided into profiles - each student has his own schedule and different groups for each lesson. Nastya F. and I had similar interests in education, so we often intersected. In one of the history lessons, we realized that we were still interested in each other. We were surprised to have lost so many years and started to keep in touch again.

Once we decided to get together and watch "Sherlock Holmes". Then we created the Sherlock chat on social networks and have been practically inseparable ever since.

It's a common thing for us to visit each other in pajamas and slippers

When the three of us started communicating again, I felt that I trust Nastya L. 100 percent - at that time we had already gone through a lot together. I also trusted Nastya F., because I have known her since childhood, but still it was difficult to say right away: “Well, that's it, you are my best friend”. However, the connection improved quickly: we began to see each other more often, constantly went to visit each other.

Finally, everything returned to normal after a joint trip with the class to Europe, where we went with Nastya F. We lived together, met new guys, discussed boys. This journey brought us closer together, and there was no longer any doubt that there are two best friends in my life: Nastya L. and Nastya F. These are girls whom I can entrust everything.

A Long and Strong Friendship: A Story of Three Girls

Sometimes difficult situations arise in life and you want to speak out. At such moments, I knew for sure that I could write to our chat: "Girls, does anyone have five minutes?" And now we are on a bench in the yard - gnawing sunflower seeds, drinking coffee and talking.

I think from such small situations a great friendship is born. It sounds stereotypical, but I seriously think that friends are known in trouble. If you understand that in difficult moments you are ready to continue to communicate with these people and share your experiences, then you trust them already on a subconscious level.

Due to the fact that we lived in the same courtyard, friendship has always been very homely. It's a common thing for us to visit each other in pajamas and slippers, or just drink tea together when it's boring. Our parents knew each other, so they easily let us go to each other.

Nastya F. began to actively communicate with classmates, and Nastya L. spent a lot of time at work. We tried to meet, but Nastya F. merged. It was annoying. It seemed that our friendship no longer meant anything to her.

Nastya L. and I decided to talk to Nastya F. and find out what happened between us. She laid out her experiences and said that she was trying to join the new team, but did not feel herself. Moreover, she feels unnecessary, because Nastya L. and I communicate only together. But this happened only for the reason that Nastya F.refused to meet with us - we had no choice but to see without her.

The conversation ended with Nastya L. freaking out and leaving our chat. I found myself in an intermediate position. It was clear that Nastya F. was not right about everything, but I realized that a new life and a new team were difficult.

For two weeks we practically did not communicate and it was completely unclear what to do next.

I started talking to one, then to the other, so that we would decide something. As a result, we agreed that if Nastya F. wakes up feelings, she can immediately share with us - we will help. This is how a new chat on social networks was organized, which we named with the random word "Pineapple". Now, whenever we see something with this fruit, we send it to each other.

Gradually, communication in the new chat resumed and we began to meet more often. We managed to figure out what is the essence of our mutual claims and come to a compromise. We decided to just continue to communicate, and over time everything worked out. Whatever disputes arise, there is a feeling that we are dear to each other. Even if everyone has their own affairs and communication is irregular, I want to see each other at least sometimes: we are interested in together.

After that story, we never swore and even, on the contrary, became close. There are situations when we do not share the points of view of each other, but with age it became clear that everyone has their own cockroaches in their heads. We even have a so-called non-judgmental zone where you share things that the girls obviously won't like. You just come and say: "Now I am telling you, you do not give any comments, and we move on." We have no reason for global quarrels for a long time, and different points of view do not affect friendship.

The main thing that can destroy a friendship is dishonesty

A best friend is a person whom you trust everything, knowing that he will support you in any way. If you are wrong, they will tell you about it directly and advise you on what to do. Your best friend stays in your life even when times are tough. Of course, you can always contact your family, but there are moments that you don't want to discuss with them. It's nice to know that you have these girls who are always there, your second family.

Of course, you can't limit your social circle only to those with whom you met in childhood. I have good friends besides girls, but at the same time, there is a clear gradation in my head. With some I am ready to discuss everything, and with others I will share only a part of my life. In addition, everything depends on the person himself and his willingness to give resources to a large number of friends, because such communication requires emotional costs. You cannot communicate with one for a month, and with another for the second month, but if you are ready to maintain regular and high-quality communication with a wide range of people, this is great.

I think the main thing that can destroy a friendship is dishonesty. As soon as conversations begin behind your back, which can affect someone else's life, this is already a bell. A stupid example, but if a friend stole a boyfriend from you, then she is unlikely to remain a close person. It’s bad when you see a friend as a competitor in some matter or you cannot directly say what you don’t like. As soon as something insincere creeps into friendship, it is destructive.

Now my friends and I live in different cities and even countries: Nastya L. in Moscow, Nastya F. in Samara, and I, in general, in Paris. Of course, it became more difficult to see each other when everyone fled outside the same yard, but we try to keep in touch regularly.

We have created common chat rooms, it seems, already in all social networks of the world.

Thanks to the Internet, there is no feeling that people are very far away: you are on the bus, you see a funny situation and you can immediately share it. Of course, this will never be compared with a live conversation, but now we get by with what we have.

If you miss a lot, we set aside time for each other and call each other. We can chat quietly for three hours and not even notice. In general, the Internet is our everything.

I do not feel that it is difficult for us to keep in touch. If a person wants it, then you can always find ways to keep communicating. When Nastya F. made an offer, we found out about it literally 10 minutes later - almost earlier than the parents. Sometimes we just want to chat, then we write down to each other long voices, which usually end with the words: “You don't have to answer, I just wanted to speak. Who, if not you!"

I myself feel that there is less time for each other: relationships and work take their toll. But if you do not want to lose people, then you will make an effort to make the friendship last. Someday we will have husbands and children, but I am sure that we still will not leave each other's life for good: we are too close.

Story 2. About two guys who at first did not like each other, and then reached a complete understanding

Ivan Novoselov Has been communicating with a friend for six years. A month and a half traveled with him by car.

We both like to travel and do all kinds of nonsense

When I was little, my parents decided that they wanted to live in a village 100 kilometers from a big city. Together with them I stayed there for 16 years, but before entering the 10th grade I decided to return to Samara to my grandparents. I went to school near their house and on the very first day of school I noticed a pumped-up athletic guy in physical education. At first I thought it was our young teacher, but in fact it was my classmate and future best friend - Vlad.

Then the dummy challenge was popular (a flash mob in which people remain motionless while the camera is filming them. - Ed.), And I suggested that my classmates make a viral video. Everyone agreed, and in the process of filming Vlad took our classmate - a girl I liked - in his arms. I disliked him, so we did not communicate. But one day everything changed. The guy with whom we were sitting at the same desk got sick. Suddenly Vlad sat down next to me, and we began to talk.

On the same day, he wrote to me and invited me to visit him - the guys were going to sit, have a drink and chat. I agreed, got to know everyone, and we agreed to meet with Vlad again. We met near his house, discussed that moment with the girl he raised in his arms, and came to the conclusion that everything is fine: no one pretends for anything. We started spending time together all the time and found out that we both like to travel and do all kinds of nonsense.

There were a lot of great moments that we went through together. Once we made our way into the university dormitory to one of our friends, although we ourselves were schoolchildren. We all sat there together, talked and decided to go for a bike ride at 3 o'clock in the morning. We went to the embankment, bathed in icy water in early spring, and then returned home wet and frozen. I don’t know by what miracle we didn’t get sick, but it was insanely cool.

Every March, Vlad's parents leave for the south and leave him alone for three weeks. He invited me to keep him company, and all this time we lived together. There was no money for entertainment, so we began to make money on photo shoots - I love filming.

They wrote to classmates from the parallel, offered to take a photo, and with the money received they bought rolls and beer.

At school we sat at the same desk. The teachers began to confuse us, because the names and surnames begin with one letter: I am Vanya Novoselov, and he is Vlad Nikonov. Vlad Novoselov was periodically summoned to the board, and we at Rock, Scissors, Paper decided who we meant. We ourselves and our classmates constantly laughed at this.

When I stayed with Vlad, we drank, and this is not welcome in my family

For a long time we could not call each other close people and were not sure that we would continue to communicate after school. It was never discussed directly, but there were internal doubts.

In the summer we rode our bikes around the city, climbed onto the roof of a 16-storey building not far from our houses, talked a lot and took pictures. When Vlad was leaving for the south, every day we exchanged video messages in messengers and called up to smoke together. If any of us had problems, we supported each other over the phone.

I lived with my grandparents, and my parents lived in the village. They didn’t know anything about me and were very controlled: they let me go for a walk only until eight in the evening. When I stayed with Vlad, we drank, and this is not welcome in my family. My parents found out, and we had a big fight, but Vlad always supported me, no matter what happened. I think this is a situation after which we became closer - so much so that we could call each other friends.

The more we shared our experiences, the clearer it became that we were no longer strangers and were unlikely to disperse.

After school, we entered different universities and each got his own company. I love creativity, which is a lot in my university, so I plunged into openings and student springs with my head. Vlad and I continued to communicate, but not in the same way as before.

One day before the concert we had an evening rehearsal. My head was spinning from everything that needed to be done, and I really wanted to eat. Vlad knew that I was worn out, and I asked him to bring food. He refused harshly, we had a fight and blacklisted each other. Two weeks later, we discussed this situation, began to communicate again, and the idea arose in the summer together to rush south.

We understood that the trip required a lot of money. Vlad needed to change the car, and I needed to live on something. To make money, we got a job at Yandex. Food under Vlad's profile: he took shape as an auto courier, drove me, and I delivered orders.

Until mid-summer, we acted according to this scheme, and then I got a job as a counselor in the camp. As a result, we earned the required amount of money, Vlad changed the car and we were ready to hit the road. On the same day, when I returned from the camp, we left for the Stavropol Territory - I did not even have time to unpack my suitcases and talk to my parents.

Long and strong friendship: a story of two guys

We were on the road for 19.5 hours and were very tired. On the way, I constantly fell asleep, and Vlad surprisingly held on. To be honest, I was just shocked that we did it. We are 19 years old, and already there is so much going on. We stayed with Vlad's sister for a week, and then we both left for the sea in Arkhipo-Osipovka. We lived there in a campsite on the mountain, cooked for themselves and arranged their life. It was on this trip, sitting on the shore, that we agreed to stick together no matter what.

The next summer we spontaneously headed south again, even though we both had no money. We borrowed funds from Vlad's father, bought tickets for the train, which departed in four days. During this time, we have made incredible money, paid off the debt, and we still have a lot to live on. In the south, Vlad planned to buy a car - and he did it. As a result, we traveled on it for a month and a half - we went to the mountains and to the sea. It was great for us to spend time together.

There may be many friends, but only one is the best

The turning point happened when my father died in October 2020. In the evening, after I found out about this, we sat in Vlad's car and sobbed. He went to the funeral with me to support. This was the biggest indicator of intimacy for me. Then I realized that Vlad is really my best friend.

Big fights, when we don't talk for weeks, are rare. We once decided to discuss all the claims that arise and we adhere to this rule. We can, of course, have a drink and shout because we are bored or tired of each other. However, harsh quarrels still do not happen - mostly these are little things that we quickly solve.

For me, friendship is family. No matter what happens, Vlad will always support me and cheer me up.

I think a person can have many friends and there is nothing wrong with that. But there is only one best friend. There is not enough energy to build new close relationships, but I don't see any point in this: I don't want to be torn apart. I have another company with which I communicate besides Vlad. None of the guys pretend to be all my time, so the relationship is harmonious. Vlad and I already know that we are always there if something is needed.

Our friendship has been going on for six years now, and now we have reached absolute understanding. Despite the fact that we study at different universities, the connection that was established at school still persists. I think that we will not forget about each other, even when we get older. I would even like to gather families.