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ME LIKES DZHULIJA ROBERTS Glik 2	Glik the second Love … Nobody knows, what is it the such! One is indisputable: love and happiness — synonyms. Someone will laugh over me — vtjurilsja, as the schoolboy-onanist, in the Hollywood movie star. In the justification I will tell: it is better to fall in love with the Hollywood star, than in thought-dream on suicide. And at me business to that went. The sensation tupikovosti, a hopelessness and completeness of a life-destiny was ripened-has extended in consciousness by then to an extreme limit. With Anna we lived under one ceiling five years, but knew the friend to the friend that is called, nearly from the cradle: shared the same desk from the fifth class, have arrived together on filfak, now and in postgraduate study together douchivalis, yes me, fortunately, on a threshold at once have turned. I speak "fortunately", because, only otlepivshis-having removed voleju circumstances from my Anna (and asks-jumps out after — Ioannovny!) In time and space, I have realised-has felt quite — as we have from each other got tired. Same silent horror: at institute together, houses together, on a visit together, in holiday together, on holidays together, during week-end together, in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, at night — together, together, together!. I am not justified. I do not try to explain the madness. And what there to be justified-explain — so happens. However, about any love first, certainly, and speeches did not go. Simply I weigh that evening it was gone-was unsteady on apartment under impression of "Beauty" — even about not drunk up vodka has forgotten. I to sleep laid down under this impression. And even — признáюсь — I suddenly, already in darkness, on Anna have pulled hard and, having broken its languid resistance, have raped, restraining very much not to moan during last convulsions — my convulsions: «Dzhu-at-ulija-and-a-a!.» A day later as it was already mentioned, I became kompjuterovladeltsem, a teapot. Mine, being expressed zamshelo, brother-in-law Vovan (ancestors have chosen a name — as had a presentiment!) Despite the snotty 20 years, already belonged to a clan of present owners of a life. It — abrupt. Has hardly terminated 7 classes in the village, has got over in a city, fartseval-speculated, otkosil from army (I and itself did not serve, but it is quite fair — on health), it was closed up soon by the co-owner of firm "Hacker" on sale of computer iron and here now, please, there goes-dissects the boy by jeep "grand þÑÓ«¬¿", the head-tykovka all time skosobochena to a shoulder, clamps a mobile phone, the man purse at it in size with a portfolio and is filled under an outset by dollars-cabbages, he speaks with me, certainly, through a lip, having forgotten, the kid as I to it absolutely still wiped recently snivels and rescued-otmazyval from domestic juvenile racketeers. Yes lines with it! I do not envy it. I to all of them, these britogolovym vovanam, do not envy: their century is short — both in direct, and in portable senses. Basically, I should be shurjaku to the and grateful — it, really, threw up to sister matpomoshch regularly enough and here even was ruined on the computer — to it for the dissertation, me, the son-in-law, for extra earnings: how much it is possible from it, Vovan, juice to pull! The car has appeared, however, far not the first freshness — second-hand, shabby "four" which has catastrophically become outdated still the day before yesterday. But, as they say, to a presented computer in chips do not look. Well I also was worn out with it during first time! Stroptivets the computer — gljukodrom hanged-gljuchil literally through two steps on the third, not. Though, on the other hand, hackers are not born, hackers become in struggle against glitches. Before I only, in students, typed-nastukival texts in Lexicon’e, including the computer for ordinary only heaped up pishmashinku. And here, when Vovan Ivanych, as always dyorgannyj, fussy, malicious with pohmeljugi, dropped in to us is literally on run — sestruhu to congratulate on a women's day yes anniversary of wedding — has piled up on a table our written block and the monitor, has connected-zakontachil their wires, has thrust where follows cords from the keyboard and the mouse, has switched on, was convinced, that the picture has appeared, udovletvoryonno has hemmed, has slapped me patronising on a shoulder, has slapped then and stopar the whisky, brought by Anna (specially a bottle in the house for Vovan is stored — it only "adhesive tape" uses), has thrown already in doors: «Tinkle on a pipe if chyo, type, problems are!» — Also has disappeared, I have sat down on a chair and minutes ten looked at the computer not blinking, with the squeezed heart. Yes, during this instant, in these some transitive minutes I have felt-has felt as all fibers reflektirujushchej the soul that comes, there has already practically come in my life-destiny a stage which will sharply turn all and everything that the computer, virtual era, in which (yes, yes has begun for me, I have felt it, I had a presentiment of it already then!) it is fated to me to change cardinally … I, of course, already was slightly drunk and before rising to a computer closely, vdaril still a vodka half-glass so thought not rather soberly and consequently about a quarter of hour stupidly pjalilsja on the display screen, — beautiful, festively-blue colour with a yellow strip low — while to me was not has reached, that my computer svezhepodarennyj, that is called, hangs, as a boxing pear. But I had enough mind to disconnect-switch off it and not to concern more till the morning: to Vovan for certain was any more to me, in "Figurnov" and on sober a little that you will disassemble, and most at random to beat-knock on klave and to press long loafs musi — then you will not disentangle. By the way, I was convinced subsequently quite, that the computer really does not like, more than that is does not suffer drunk at the wheel, that is, behind the keyboard. Eventually, I have bridled "four", have more or less tamed, have learnt it to correct-operate not worse, than mythical Apollo mad kvadrigoj on a Bolshoi theatre pediment. Fortunately, I have quickly understood, that "Figurnov" even in its 6th edition-variant — the assistant-prompter in computer training rather already decayed, so podnakupil directories ponovee, povindovstee. Running forward, I will tell, that the best self-instruction manual for "game" on a computer, undoubtedly, our domestic «the Newest encyclopaedia of the personal computer» Vitaly Leonteva — it left later when I had already new computer, and became, without exaggeration, my reference book. If all manuals were written so is sensible also such human syllable — it would be possible to abolish to the devil's grandmother all schools, courses, high schools, colleges, lycées and other educational nagromozhden … Where it I? I come back in a track. By itself, there was in all basketball growth a problem with the Internet. More correctly, with absence at me the modem. Before it I was humiliated — have elicited at Vovan the printer. This condom shtopanyj (excuse, My God!), naturally, zakochevrjazhilsja, has pretended, as if not prosekaet about what speech-market as they, morons, are expressed — snowstorm has started to drive: a pier, on pechatalku itself grandmas draw-print … And I have gone va-bank: I have politely reminded-has explained unreasonable my relative, that five-six pieces wooden to me not to earn even for a year, and without the printer its presented smelly PC, that's it, there will be not a PC, and an idle time zhelezjakoj, kakovuju I now and will throw out from the fifth floor on a horse-radish and about asphalt then it, Vovan, zhlobskoj feet on a threshold of my house any more will not be till the end of time!. Has got. On the jet and, especially, laser it was not ruined, pozhmotnichal («you Will be, — uel, — then on account at me to beg!»), but vzhikalku for two and a half tyshchi, though, besides, «. At.» And not the best, only 9-igolnuju, models «Epson LХ», has allocated. I, am final — the person is silly! — at first it is not very happy remained, but subsequently time and again it was convinced of a rationality of such outcome of affairs: on a powder or ink for the heaped up printers it is necessary really millionersky to have a purse and each page once again to be afraid to unpack — one refuelling costs some honeycombs rublikov. And on the Epsone, not on it, and the friend, more advanced (with 24 needles) which I subsequently zaimel, I managed with one cartridge and a replaceable tape to semithousand pages otshlyopyvat-print … Fie you, have again incurred aside!. More shortly, I, of course, understood, that at the modem to stammer to Vovan even is useless, and without Internet connection to me already and the life was not lovely. Let, let I exaggerate is sensitive, but — not on many: I extremely and extremely needed to make the way in the Worldnet. And here I have shown such hvatskie abilities which in any way from itself did not expect, and have turned operation, as any absolute businessman-bartershchik. However, case business again, as though someone persistently conducted-pushed me. In advertising gazetyonke «All for you» I have seen the announcement: «I Change the external modem for the matrix printer». I bystrenko have thought-has estimated: typed I can unpack the texts while in publishing house — there vzhikalok suffices. And we during the moment zakontachili-have agreed with this well-wisher, it has handed over-has passed me for mine 9-igolnyj drjuker quite decent and almost new modem «ElineCom 34/56», moreover and (here I absolutely odelavarilsja!) has thrown from above coins at 20 o'clock the Internet. When my Anna from job has come — already was late find fault to lift, shout, squeal and call bratanu. I have reasonably explained to it: the printer — business acquirable, and here without voyages-travel in the Internet I cannot manage in any way, well it is absolutely impossible. Why it is impossible — to comprehend the girlfriend of a life plainly and could not, but tone wash it has convinced. She knew: if I have started talking such tone, to argue with me is useless and even it is dangerous — not to communicate better. Long-term training yielded the fruits. And here there has come day when I have adjusted in the computer all program roads-turns for an exit in Internet, has lighted a multi-coloured traffic light of the modem, a light way opening to me, has dialled telephone number, has entered a name-login, a code-password from a map of an input and — has dived for the first time into this bottomless, immense, infinite ocean, in this parallel metagalaxy. Has dived to find-find in this boundless metaworld, in this supergalaxy of one person infinitely interesting to me — Dzhuliju Roberts. Beauty Dzhuliju! <<<Glik the first Glik the third>>>
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© Rosedkin Sergey Nikolaevich, 2001
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