Metamorphosis-1. Sensation of the Woman. Georgy Stenkin
Metamorphosis-1
Sensation of the Woman
Georgy Stenkin
Translator Samad Mammadov
© Georgy Stenkin, 2020
© Samad Mammadov, translation, 2020
ISBN 978-5-4498-7680-5 (т. 1)
ISBN 978-5-4498-7681-2
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Metamorphosis-1
Georgy Stenkin
Translated by Samad Mammadov
«Metamorphosis-1»
Written By Georgy Stenkin
Copyright © 2020 Georgy Stenkin
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Translated by Samad Mammadov
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“Metamorphosis-1”
or
“Sensation of the Women”
by Georgy Stenkin
And then…
I dreamed
How will it all be
If it is, so…
Chapter 1. THE SHOE
– Excuse me…
“Will you let me pass?”
– Thank you.
– I passed, but I can’t leave.
The restaurant was all in clubs of cigarette smoke, in decibels of the band and in the ranges of the singer. In countless legs, arms, heads and conversations. In the movements of dancing couples and groups, in open backs, in open legs, in open smiles…
There were insidious looks, languid gestures, inviting inclination of the head and graceful, alluring lips licking. Taunts were read, interest and neglect with arrogance. Passion, desire and loneliness with longing.
Hairstyles, jewelry and bare…
Posturing and charm. Shocking and mannerism. Grace and physical education. Intoxication and cloudy eyes. Ecstasy and «ecstasy».
It was all there. Or…
A boat shoe or a sandal? Or are they such open shoes? Some stripes, pointedness and a rather high heel. I can’t make out the color, in this mishmash of spotlights, lamps and lighting effects.
– Get out of here, man.
And where is the white leg in this shoe? Something dark. Stockings? Let there be stockings. I want it so that there are stockings.
Op.
The back of the shoe jumped off the heel.
Wow…
It remains to balance. It didn’t jump off. Swing – once. Swung – in the opposite direction. And hung. nice shoe.
Opened my whole foot and heel. And in the reflection of rotating lamps, or in a directional floodlight? Or – it’s just a shine…
The grace of bending, the curvature of the lift and the bare…
It’s in stockings! This leg was in stocking! I have seen that! Return the stockings!
Yes. She is still in stocking. Only an insidious shoe – exposed the sparkle and brilliance from the fact that you can not hide any stockings.
So what’s next?
Yes you wait. Such a sight!
Tigress grin, the open mouth of a lioness. Shoe and foot. Foot and shoe. Why can’t I hear a loud roar?
I’ll go and, as a trainer, I’ll put my head between the jaws of a predator…
Something somehow and the music became muffled and the cigarette smoke somewhere «stretched out», and the flicker of the resting-entertaining audience diminished. Or it seems to me…
Hypnosis? Bait?
Brr…
Was my cognac somewhere?
– My dear!
– Repeat. Yes. You are welcome.
What? Where?
I do not see. Where is this miracle?
He didn’t seem to notice any laser sight in his eyes. And here – about fifteen meters, probably…
They say that good optics are needed only for hunting expensive «game», so as not to spoil the skin. To hit right in the eye.
That is – right in the heel.
Here. There you go. Focused. The heel is in place. And – a foot, and a shoe – everything also hangs nonchalantly at the very tip…
I’m on my way… I’m flying…
Not. You can’t be such a sucker. As soon as the tigress opened her mouth, I was ready to put my head there.
Break
Time-out.
What do we have next?
You can, in principle, draw your index finger along this concavity on the foot. There is no need. A poor shoe can fall off and fall on this terrible thousandth tracked floor.
Then…
Right next to the heel – there is a bulge. In my opinion – this is called the ankle. Or I’m wrong? It does not matter. Such a small bulge…
How surprisingly is the female leg arranged? Here you have a hollow, and rise, and a heel and a bulge, and concavity.
And this shoe too…
Probably women somewhere up there…
Issue additional parts to their bodies. Stockings, slippers, jewelry, skirts…
Well, how can you separate this shoe from this leg?
It is unthinkable.
Impossible.
Unless I have to take it off myself. Then we will enter into a confrontation with her. She will try to cover up hidden body to the very last opportunity, and I, on the contrary, will try to open a new miracle to the world…
Progress – will definitely win.
Mandatory.
So…
Ankle. Hm. Here again begins some kind of mythical bend.
Mythical?
Because – in my awakened imagination… The ancient Greek amphora sharply «entered». She has almost the same grace, in the same place.
So.
I am sitting in a restaurant.
And look at the female leg. What the hell can there be myths and amphoras?
…
Uh hey?
Where to?
What it is?
The shoe is put back in its place and the leg simply disappears, somewhere in the folds of matter or in the darkness of the bar. I can’t make out.
Well, what is there?
It’s been a while. Dophantized. With his forefinger, the concavity…
Burdock.
Okay. Turning on the data center. What have i seen? You need to understand what it was. And