When there is no sense in names. Sergey Strelyaev
pledged to you. Strange similar questions still seemed to me, I did not suggest to meet, I offered the life. And in your voice hope notes appeared, vigilance completely evaporated. Having whispered “Till tomorrow”, lit up joy which could not constrain any more, and was behind a door.
– And you remember how for the first time kissed me?
– On this very spot.
It umostitsya quickly on alone standing shop. Safely attracted the little girl on the knees. It did not resist. On the contrary, gentle hands embraced a neck, drugged a smell of perfume. She smiled,
– In a disco drank and when danced, removed lipstick from your lips.
– No, not so. Only once managed to kiss. I was discharged, having come round.
– But here, about a fir-tree, after dances still drank and defense failed. We kissed to lip pain. They at you for the morning swelled up. And after even admitted how in that evening after our first conversation saw the falling star and rejoiced, taking this sign for the answer of destiny written by someone from above.
… – Maids, you шо pisat? – the voice of Artyom was identified at any distance. Having gone on need, the guy also round the corner found to himself the company.
– Yes! And you that enviably? – the female voice answered.
– No, I pisat too. And who whines there? To someone it is bad? – under its stumps snow began to creak.
– Leave alone it, – the same voice was indignant.
– I want to help.
– Stop to put it in a throat fingers. It has the.
– So what does not put?
The second slap in the face in an evening forced the guy to recede. Having taken away from me binge, it returned to cafe and at once jumped out back.
– Estimate, only came. I got nothing, – the friend who was left without alcohol, was going to shop.
– And, you coo? – blurred in a pleased smile.
– Come on, – the girl was confused, hesitating, got up from my knees. – Still, Artyom… Generally, excuse.
She refused to be strong more and more considerably: looked for supports in my hand and a look.
– As always beat for the truth. Go with me, and that you will die.
– And what at you with the person? – I, of course, guessed an origin of red points, but nevertheless, decided to specify.
– Yes, in general, not clear from where there the fir-tree undertook. It seems at once was not.
– What, children? Did not understand, – the tired shop assistant asked again.
– Of course, did not understand, – muttered Round, trying to count the trifle got from a pocket. – You do not talk slang!
– Who I am I do not botat!? Still as I botat!
– Well, then this, – pointed a finger at a quarter-liter bottle of vodka of doubtful production, but suitable at the price – and it is possible not to wipe!
We returned on a shop. Темыч, without wishing to share with anybody, abused from a throat directly on a threshold.
– And what at us happened later?
– When came, rushed to my embraces. Wanted and to reproach for long absence and to embrace as it is possible stronger. Joy in eyes, happiness in the movements – everything told about sincerity of the flashed feelings. I strong embraced you and very long kissed directly in a corridor. For us it seemed impossible to come off from each other. “Pass, pass”, – at last, wakening, entrained, invited both in the room, and in the middle of the heart. Being exhausted, embraced for a waist which bends the wide sports suit could not wash away, kissed on a neck. Covering eyes, you threw back the head back. And we did not move a little for a long time, did not stop tenderness. “Mother will arrive only tomorrow”, – seductively whispered the attracting lips.
I kissed you, solved all hidden desires. Touching by fingers of smooth skin, too whispered, being afraid to break beauty of the moment. My hand groped a doggie on an olympic sweatshirt lightning, pulled it down.
“Rather, we put on!” – you shouted in the morning when the knock at a door sounded, it was covered with a blanket, in search of linen rummaged around a hand a floor.
– “Yes where these socks?! – you shouted already. – About! Look!”. You remember how took out from under a sofa two couples at once? Last time forgot. And I all thought that it stinks, as from the good man. As it is mother did not notice!?
– And I am already a good man! “A bit earlier come!” – kissed at parting, already in advance beginning to miss…
– And all this was? – coming back to reality, the girl at me on a lap longed.
– Of course, I love you. I love, it is so strong that cannot even be presented.
Just imagine, were called just friends several weeks ago. And later, I remember, made a declaration of love. Put the head to you on knees, were silent, I listened to your heart and admitted. And you also just answered that you know it long ago. But itself did not admit.
– Forgive. I will make it now, in thousand time. Present that we went to the past, to that room… I love you. And, of course, I remember everything. You are such silly. I loved you always. Unless did not notice? Suffered, did not know how to start talking with always lonely and mysterious. Dreamed us at night, in the afternoon in memoirs, waited for return. But you were not, and only cold embraced for shoulders. And your friend received for the truth, blurted out to me in a face that I will be yours.
– Hold, – the friend who jumped out from nowhere put the key allowing to spend night in the nearest hotel in a hand.
…On a black dress, sparkling, tinted by lunar a fair hair fell. The brought eyelashes, the dark red lipstick on thin lips extended with leg hairpins…
– For a moment it seemed to me that it not you and if you, all the same not for me.
– It I, I and only yours, – kissing, left hundreds of beautiful spangles on my face.
Its linen slid off on a floor…
Everything mixed up: the clothes scattered about the room, hair, wet after a shower, burning the whisky which is slowly thawing near candy candles, somewhere beating midnight chiming clock, fireworks behind the chilled window. The silence which is broken off by wind howl.
I sometimes ask that little girl whether there was everything? And, as then, embracing, the wife whispers to me “Yes”. And I trust in the incident, I trust in the past which managed to be turned into the present only over time. And, of course, I trust the friend who from year to year is going with traces of fir-tree pricks on a face, who did not buy the new watch, in exchange given for our night in hotel. And Round still remembers the bill for the minibar drunk by us which is made out it.
– Though the bubble would take out. Choked with a hawthorn, – I hear from it with enviable constancy.
The rejected paradise
– Why it is necessary to you? To it practically nothing!
– And what? You will think, on heels of years is younger, – beat off red-haired the girlfriend.
– Give better with us, children ordered restaurant, a sauna…
– Not, I to darling.
– Oh! What words!
– Yes, I love. Why you are so? Itself acquainted us! Igorek with your younger