Diamond lady. Prose in english. Natalia Patratskaya

      Agnes was doing her own business, but on the way she moved onto a passing car, at the wheel of which Georges sat. Suddenly a big driver fell on the steering wheel. The car lost control. In desperation, Agnes looked at the road, at the steering wheel under the fixed driver. She was scared, scary, wanted to howl and live! But how to survive? How?!

      She is a small, frail woman who cannot drive a car! His foot pressed on the pedal, but his hands did not move! Agnes, seeing that the car was rushing along the road hidden among the green foliage of the trees, more and more crookedly and obliquely, desperately tore off the man’s body from the steering wheel and tried to change the movement of the car, she had it badly, but it worked! The road was empty, no one could help her, but no one interfered.

      How much she rode, she did not know, but a red cross appeared on her way. Medicine was next! She hit the brake pedal. The car stopped at a silver poplar guarding the entrance to the hospital complex.

      The medical brothers took the man to intensive care with great difficulty because of the decent size of his body, increased fat. He did not come to himself. She got into a passing car and found herself in that situation. What she found on her, she did not know. She broke into the intensive care unit. She took off on a man dying of a heart attack, as reported to her by a nurse.

      She shook the perishable body, showing no signs of life, and screamed in a terrible voice:

      – Georges, live! Live, Georges! I want you to live! Live! Hear, live!

      Agnes did not look at the doctors, who believe that it is no longer possible to revive the dead. She began to give him artificial respiration. She breathed mouth to mouth. She screamed at him. She began to beat him on the cheeks, no one interfered with her, considering her actions useless. But she beat. Screamed at him like a spell:

      – Georges, live! Listen, man, breathe!

      She was breathing instead.

      And he sighed, as if she had punched a lump in his throat. Doctors came to their senses and began their duties. Agnes was removed from the ward. And she decided that she would learn to drive a car.

      The driver’s name was George, he was a former guard. What to do, apparently, at all times the main occupation of the men was military affairs. Everyone knows that women came from the peasant’s rib, therefore, Agnes must be more developed than the peasant Georges. So, but if Georges is a peasant and is not descended from humans, then he is immortal! And the doctors were people and did not know that true men do not die! One could argue that there are no men for a long time! Sorry if they were, then some of their descendants will certainly remain in the human world.

      What to do, after the incident with a peasant who obviously had more than one millennium behind him, Agnessse had to master the subtleties of driving a car, which was very useful in her strange life.

      Georges has since become Agnes’s friend in life. As far as she remembers, there are always problems with him: he seems to be with her, and he seems not to be; whether he is a friend or not; but not a lover and not a husband. With him, she could not be in the same apartment for more than an hour, and sometimes ten minutes was enough. Georges at times annoyed Agnes, but she could not get rid of him.

      The next day Georges appeared with a glove:

      – Agnes, I walked along the linden avenue. Look: Denis’s car is going, and from it the gloves are flying. I stopped. On the road, the glove flashed silver threads. I picked up the glove and brought you. I remember seeing such a beautiful glove with you. Have you been with Denis?

      «Lucky – not lucky,» thought Agnes and said:

      – Georges, Denis just gave me a lift to the house. It happens to everyone! Thanks for the glove.

      – No, I do not believe you! Where were you yesterday? But if you do not want to speak the truth, do not answer.

      Agnes recalled that in the summer with George went to a clear lake to catch crayfish. He ate the crayfish with a sense of feeling he was drinking bottles of beer. She decided to cajole him:

      – Georges, you want a beer? I know where the crayfish sell. Let’s go to you.

      He smiled:

      – We go for crayfish and beer, my car is not far from tinted windows.

      The crayfish turned red. Beer cold. Georges kinder. And in Agnes there was an annoyance: she did not like beer. She remembered Denis, with him it is easy without food, without drinks and everything is very sensual, but here there is one digestion.

      – Georges, I left! Thanks for the glove, «said Agnes and walked to the door.

      «Hey, don’t you dare open the door!» Lock you break! Shouted Georges and opened the door himself.

      Agnes rushed between three lights: husband Apollo, friend Georges and lover Denis. Besides them, she had an unknown admirer, in the sense that she did not sleep with him. It was a small, nondescript man with a face covered with pock marks.

      A small man Tisha for several years watched the chiseled figure of Agnes. He knew her passions and hobbies. He lived in the next doorway of the house and worked with her in the same building. Tisha tried to coincide with her in time for leaving and coming home.

      A little art of a little man. He dressed decently, but he never had a car. The little man knew about her big men. He did not have a family, he did not drink, he was entertained by Agnes’ hobbies.

      Between themselves, the neighbors called him Tisha. Once at the granny, his neighbors on an entrance, Tisha’s cat was gone. Tisha, having learned about the loss of a cat, thought a bit and found a cat in the next house, very similar to their house, on the same floor. And he became a granny Tisha. From Grandma Tisha learned the news about Agnes. He was respectful of Granny, who paid him information. She knew about his unrequited love for a young neighbor. Granny didn’t count his attention to a woman and for love, but Hush played up.

      A car with tinted glass stood at the entrance door. On the phone, Denis agreed on the time Agnes left work. She came out of the entrance door, hit the open doors of the car. It is clear that time is precious. It is difficult to live beautiful women, everything must be in time. It’s good that they didn’t take her to a firm like Leisure. Apparently, this service found that three men from a young lady is enough.

      Denis Turin quickly drove away from the building and pulled along the highway to the city center. He was driving not just to the center, but to houses where the first floors were lined with cobblestone and granite. Through the tinted glass Agnes could not see, or so it seemed. Denis brought Agnes to an elite house located on the avenue.

      She had a feeling that there was someone else in the apartment besides them, but the door to the second room was closed. She also had the feeling that he had turned on the invisible camera. She heard a click, but then decided what it seemed. No, she did not arise and did not ask anything.

      On the parquet floor, Denis threw white faux fur, soon Agnes figure stood out beautifully on it. Inspired by what is unknown, the man showed everything he was capable of. The woman echoed him, fascinated by his virtuoso love. A strange feeling arose in the soul of Agnes.

      Cool love with elements of physical education exercises captured on film. And rightly so: from the next room they filmed their great love on a small camera, and looked at them out of simple curiosity. Home Denis Agnes took, but did not drive because of safety and laziness. And she drove home herself.

      The paths of sex