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ME LIKES DZHULIJA ROBERTS Glik 8	Glik the eighth It stotochiem not the author has torn off — I. There further my Nikolaev-senior in all details describes, how it in two weeks has received obhodnjak as last evening before district home has got civil belongings, has changed clothes and secured in restaurant "Frigate" — to be excused with the Masha (I have suspicions, that names-surnames in "Construction battalion" — original) as has swallowed through a measure of the Armenian cognac, pereshvyrjal almost all road money in a cap to orchestral players, reserving songs for «remarkable girl Masha» as spoke to it in love on zablyovannom a restaurant court yard under whistle of a November wind as fought a head about a pack for cabin of meat and swore-promised to return to this transbaikalian small town (only here home eye edge will look, one only an edge!) and as in most naiposlednejshij-rasposledny time has kissed the kohanuju jumping from a grief, from drunk sobbings by lips … When I weigh a fragment unpacked on the printer and has allowed to look the filologine, it, it is final, it was twisted: «Creeping realism!» I, certainly, also did not expect other: Anna washing sticks out from Pelevin, Sorokin's texts and other postmodernists-onanistov. However, what same Pelevin, to horse-radishes dog, modernist: I have tried to read it "Generation" P ”» — terry satirical realism in the spirit of Saltykova-ShChedrina yes Ilfa-Petrov, only without their flashing cheerfulness … * Yes, agree, at Alexander Nikolaeva it is a lot of details, so-called bytovuhi, meticulousnesses in the letter. But and how without it to pass psychological nuances, to explain movements of human soul, to show, instead of easier to tell? However, I repeat, about love I taki have crumpled-has reduced an ending of its narration. Anna Ioannovny's second comment-remark concerning the read was even more predicted: — What, kladovshchitsy Ljuby to it was a little? As your father the ladies' man was, and you — all in daddy! — Not kladovshchitsy, and masters … I suspect, that the wife quite seriously considers: I already from 15 to 50 in Baranove ours peretrahal-has credited all women, and now here absolutely on this soil have gone mad — about Dzhulii Roberts have dreamt … It it, Anna, on purpose to wash me, has thrown in conversation delightful palindrom: «Venus want ohrenev». Ohrenev so ohrenev! But — Venus! No what nevertheless an excellent aphorism was riveted-had formulated by my father: «If during time orgazma you do not lose consciousness — for what then to fuck?» I, however, would soften under the form, but have even more toughened under the maintenance: «If glitches from a kiss you do not catch — what for then in general to kiss?» — What? I, appear, aloud it have said. — Anything, expensive! I speak — vanish my soul, be torn cowards to tapes!. Anna has got rid at once, it passion as hates vulgar folklore, it is direct toshnit begins from national humour. Where it only forces a beret to be picked persistently in Sergeeve-Tsensky. By the way, when she for the dissertation chose a theme, I tried prostydit it, to bring to reason: a pier if you like Pelevin why you it not to take or in general this smelly postmodernism? As, prostydish — she and degree wrote on Tsensky, and if colour such goes further, doctor's on it will cook-mould — the classic local, support and sympathy of chair and all university heads are absolutely guaranteed. And in general, at our university from ten master's theses under Russian literature nine are protected on the author very heavy «Transformations of Russia» and, certainly, all without an exception is successful. It to you not Dostoevsky! By the way, before the protection of our dissertation I also have made two grave crimes: during the moment when it was necessary to strain all family and personal budgets for this fatal business, I have made one for another two inconceivable from the point of view of reasonable logic of expenditure-waste. And happens here that. About glitches from a kiss is after all I do not joke. It after all all beginning to be got up with me and actually. More correctly, not absolutely on most … The matter is that Dzhulija began to fill my life, to enter into it already as though and financially, whether that. I have had time to catch on television channels and to look except "Beauty" six more films with its participation: "Komatozniki", «the Captain the Hook», «Business about pelicans», «I like troubles», «Is about what to talk» and «All speak I like you». And each time the impression was at the best puzzled, but more often awful and even the catastrophic. Heart from a pain was compressed, really! No, "Komatozniki" still anything — a theme zapredelno interesting, a plot grasping, the stylistics are unusual, but in gloomy heroine I hardly-hardly looked through-learnt the Dzhuliju, so amazed me in "Beauty". Moreover imposed on my impressions from "Komatoznikov" a nasty print that I already knew from Internet gossips about its rough novel with the partner on a film Kiefer Sutherland — with this mean, similar on full podsvinka small. It fine reminded me one my classmate Borka Sysoyev — absolutely disgusting guy with the sad person a prostatics! This debilovataja the individual, I mean Borka, have taken in head somehow when we with Anej still zhenihalis, on first course, to it to be driven, hens to build. Yes, yes! And my Anna Ioannovna (then, the truth, yet absolutely mine) something there reddened at its presence … I can not understand: what do women find in such pink-checked vile blonds? Well, good, silly woman Anna — still all right, but dzhulija, Dzhulija!. One moment-shot in "Komatoznikah" has forced me to be shuddered-strain and forget all mine ipohondricheskie cavils: it when Dzhulija (is more correct, the heroine of a film), disturbed by visions, jumps from bed and stiffens for an instant in the middle of a room — in the thin white T-shirt not so much hiding a breast, how much underlining it. My God, whether yes it is necessary to the person with rich painful imagination much, it is enough to them to see-make out two sticking out points under a thin matter to finish-fill all the rest … The following I have looked foolish "Hook". Filmets this, and the truth, to a limit, to marasmus foolish — with this fight by multi-coloured pies, with these colours smelling genitals of the muzhik and sneezing, with this indispensable American baseball … However, good, I will not be. I understand reason, what is it I because of Dzhulii. Here at it, really, a role absolutely ridiculous — whether the fairy-glowworm, whether a glowworm-fairy with a hairdress «I at mummy Gavrosh» and ridiculous strekozinymi wings behind the back, in any panties malchikovyh. And what for only she has agreed! Such role in the Soviet cinema any pudge-travesti like Hope Rumjantsevoj or Lii Ahedzhakovoj would play. And the most ridiculous, it when Peter Pen (Robin Williams) suddenly prisjusjukivaet to the Dzhulii-moth: a pier, what legs pretty … Still! And as soon as the reptile has made out-has estimated! Well and, absolutely idiotic scene when Dzhulija kisses this Peter Pena (pristanyvaja thus!) Also it is spoken-admits to this blockhead: «Ah lavas ju!», and it, podljuga, it naturally dynamite also comes back to the lawful spouse — the biped grey mouse. No, it, the wife of this blockhead Peter Pena, of course, the woman, but in comparison with Dzhuliej Roberts — the grey mouse in a square. As Dzhulija just before a declaration of love it pojavljaetsja-is appeared in normal venernom a kind: with a red magnificent hairdress, in a white long dress so similar to the perfect fairy … And more hardly smoothed irritating impression of a picture knowledge, that with the director of the relation at Dzhulii during shootings have not developed, and in general job was not in pleasure, without friendly atmosphere on a set, nervomotatelnaja. I it to what? And to that the confidence almost that absolute sozdalas-remained with me: neither with Spielberg, nor with Robinom Williams, especially with pudge Hofman anything at Dzhulii was not … And thanks God! Detectives «Business about pelicans» and «I like troubles» have left dual impressions: certainly, I with pleasure looked on Dzhuliju, watched a plot intrigue, but also with easy disappointment understood-realised — on place Dzhulii in these roles there could be any other actress, more shirpotrebovskogo talent and appearance level, and a fig from it would not change. No, more correctly, I, for example, then on second time looked these tapes and only because of Dzhulii so calculation of directors was quite justified, because such as I am lucky persons, ushiblennyh Dzhuliej, — in the world, I think, more than it is enough, but most Dzhulii not followed agree for such roles through passage, no, not followed … However, in "Pelicans" there is a pair of shots which stand the whole film: It, first, when Dzhulija changes clothes in a hotel room before appointment to the killer disguised under the friend and some instants diligently poses in front of the chamber in one white brassiere (it is harmonous so is harmonous!); well and, of course, — a final wonderful shot: it, sits on a bench in a garden and simply smiles in an objective. Simply smiles and — all. But, My God, as it is good, as is perfect during this instant-moment! And I then, already second time looking final shots «Affairs about pelicans», have definitively realised-has understood a beauty originality, egoism Dzhulii is its smile, laughter, light which proceeds from it during it. And directors who offer it gloomy, gloomy and other cloudy roles — a little that understand female beauty in general and an originality of unearthly beauty Dzhulii Roberts in particular. At Whip Gamsuna about heroin of "Mysteries" it is told: « She laughs so easy and willingly, despite the fact that what its teeth does not differ a whiteness … »Br-r-r, I can not present! How can the laughter of the woman, at which yellow teeth is pleasant? However, washing Dzhulija laughs« so easy and willingly »at all because, that a teeth at it differs an unusual whiteness … Stop, something I have gone in cycles in a teeth — to the liked woman in a teeth precisely do not look! And nevertheless still hardly I will explain-will smear: at cinema, on the screen, alive, the horror as is pleasant to me impetuous unique laughter Dzhulii — for example, in a scene from"Beauty"when it the TV set looks or when Gere to it for fun a case from a necklace has slammed fingers, — but on a photo I like more, when she simply smiles. Or when the moment for a second prior to the beginning of laughter when its lips still only just start to revive in a smile is seized, to be moved apart. And lips, My God, what at it unusual, strange, tasty, mad, dzhulievskie lips! What mouth at it! At it, at Dzhulii, — not-about-bull-but-veins th a mouth!!! U-u-u-u-uf!. Everything, I calm down poeliku probably and — I continue. «Is about what to talk» or as still translate, «the Theme for conversation» — a picture, in general, normal, not from the worst. And the moments-episodes are anything, stjashchie: especially the scene when heroine Dzhulii absolutely was reshilas-was going to to change to the husband-goat — already both the partner syskalsja-has turned up, and conditions suitable were created, it already and shirt-jacket buttons even to unbutton the beginnings, yes all cannot be adjusted on a changeable wave in any way, arrive on bljadski-prostitutski … But here a tape of Hollywood clown Vudi Allen «All speak I like you» is full marasmus. Marazmatichnee, than "Hook", really! Not only that at Dzhulii here not the most important not only that she begins-is accepted to sing suddenly quite seriously so also on a course of a plot she, besides quite seriously, falls in love with hero Vudi Allen … By the way, here that especially and irritates a role in this plan — its partners-muzhiks on the screen. Here still, of course, the role that Richard Gere has highly lifted at once a lath has played. Yes, that speak, and Richard Gere near to Dzhuliej is looked — men still that! And the others — such porcupines, such ugly creatures lastonogie, such literally lines s as sideways a bow … As most Dzhulii it is not opposite to embrace, kiss, give with them to them the smiles, the laughter and to look at them radiant ostensibly an enamoured sight? However, ostensibly ostensibly, but if nasty hearings-gossips about its novels with all partners in a set irrespective of age and external data have under themselves a shred of the bases, there is it even with strashiloj Vudi Allen really could have something? And this beautiful under the form (because Dzhulija!), but disgusting under the maintenance (because Allen!) the scene from a film could occur really in a life?! Let's recollect: hotel number, from obscenely crumpled bed rises bared Dzhulija … Well, not absolutely bared, but all the same, that absolutely: hands, shoulders, a back — the rest to finish-imagine easy, it zakutyvaetsja-is covered with a bedsheet and speaks with hardly constrained delight: Is was improbable!. Well everything is simple, everything is absolute, that you did, absolutely all — just fine, ideally!. It goes bare feet, holding on a breast a bedsheet (and such impression the-rag just about will fall, will slightly open a gentle body even more!) near to this ugly creature, with this cuttlefish in horn points, and it also has a seat, this mushroom worn-out, this cricket bald, delovo edak, the reptile, tightens a belt of the dressing gown and is self-satisfied so, meanly as though coquets-argues: — Well generally not ideally … There was one moment when I have stroked you, and it was necessary to tickle actually … I apologise! And Dzhulija falls off on pillows in exhaustion and continues, as though indeed has just made delightful wearisome sexual intercourse not with this monkey, and with any Schwarzenegger: — My God, I as all have grown dumb! And that spot a pimply beret its left handle in the sickly claws, rumples-caresses and gundosit: — I will be happy, if you with me go to Paris!. Fie! To look oppositely! And Dzhulija willingly agrees, again rises, again holds a bedsheet so, that just about and it will be bared absolutely and for me, and not just for this chimpanzee with whom, ostensibly, just raged in bed, and it, infusorians, caressed-tickled its body as soon as wanted and could … It, of course, a comedy there is a comedy, but me, honestly, had no time for laughter when I it looked. And on the other hand — notorious ambivalence! — I at the same time as though from the party, somehow otvlechyonno understood, as this plot, and Vudi Allen in a role of lover Dzhulii Roberts, it owes all to me something it is pleasant, necessarily should satisfy me with something. And when I have sat down and have easy tried to understand-analyse the sensations has understood-has realised: yes, to Richard Gere to me oh as it is unattainable far, but here really I too concede to ugly creature Vudi Allen? And if Dzhulija could upyrja Vudi grow fond, … And nevertheless, I repeat, after "Beauty" all films with participation Dzhulii what it was possible to me to look-see, me to a greater or lesser extent, but disappointed. And meanwhile the Internet has already prompted to me, that the talent Dzhulii Roberts has especially revealed in lyrical comedies that she shines in tapes «Wedding of my best friend», «the Run away bride», «Notting Hill» … However these films in ours, baranovskih, cinemas did not turn, on a telebox for some reason were not shown, and a video recorder at me, alas, in an economy was not found. However, there was one case — not a case, and one only frustration … I have heard-has learnt from "Messages", that in Moscow any more the first day is shown on screens a new film with participation Dzhulii Roberts and Richard Gere «the Run away bride». Perhaps, I also would go through this message with bitter calmness, but just to me one author of dissertation for urgent redakturu the Talmud has thrown grshej, I have accepted in kafeshke hundred fifty bodritelnogo, now, looking a TV set, pivko had a drink, in a refrigerator still the pair of small bottles was cooled, so I stayed in enough elegicheskom a condition. Besides, in a secluded place the grandiose grist in 180 re which to admit was based, I have planned to spend, as it is necessary, on a gift-prezent to the Anna on the occasion of protection of the dissertation coming just about. But I have heard the message on «the Run away bride» and there was an evening of Friday, and my Anna Ioannovna as though specially, has left on target to parents in village under the name the Arable Corner — at me after all supruzhnitsa comes from the Arable Corner, that now to hide! And a surname maiden, at it — Skotnikova. But it, besides, so, to a word. I repeat, when I have heard about «the Run away bride», have digested-has considered this information, conclusions and the conclusions have made, chances have counted, suddenly have terribly cheered up, have slapped for spirit also half-glass of a repugnant adhesive tape which Anna for the brother hides-protects in depths of a wardrobe under clothes, beer from a refrigerator in a package have loaded, a grist have taken out, the passport has taken, of a cat to neighbours in 94th has got rid, apartment has locked also gallop has jumped on station — hardly was in time to departing fast to Moscow … In the morning, ranym-very early, when there was I on platform of Paveletsky station, on a shower at me was enough smurno. The general cars in fast 31st was not, so it was necessary to be ruined-spend on reserved seats eighty roubles. Bed I, certainly, did not take, and jolty night on a rigid naked shelf lasted infinitely, especially that its piece when beer has ended. The capital has met me a November bad weather, and money remains more than just barely enough. Back in a fast train and a car with reserved seats to me already precisely not to go, hot now for certain not is, moreover it is not known, how much now tickets in the Moscow cinemas. I, according to the advice of Anton Pavlovicha Chekhov, have tried to find the funny party in my situation, and I have found it: it turned out, I as though created-formed an original parody to one of episodes of "Beauty" — millionaire Edward on the chartered air liner flies from Los Angeles to San Francisco specially to look an opera; I on the paid shelf rigid a reserved seat have come tearing along from Baranova to Moscow is unique to see a film … Well we live! But the humour humour, and without money in Moscow is literally and the step cannot step: on a paid toilet it was necessary to fork up-unfasten whole pjaterik. But I was cleared internally, washed as follows outwardly, have rinsed carefully a teeth — after all, on appointment to the beloved prikatil-has arrived. Then I have bought in pavilion a small bottle of the cheapest beer, for six one rubles, and under the pretext of a breakfast zakachal it in a stomach. To regret that has not guessed to take with itself of sandwiches with a liverwurst — was late. Then I was attached on an empty seat in a cash hall and more time have run a sight a leaf which has had time to take with itself in road. It was listing on half-pages of the anonymous review of «the Run away bride» from any film site. Tone, as well as in the majority of the Internet reviews, snobsko-usmeshlivyj, but an essence to catch-understand it was possible: Richard Gere plays popular New York journalist Ike Grehema, Dzhulija Roberts — strange girl Meggi from a small town which already some times will run from grooms literally from under a wreath, from a church altar. They, naturally, meet, fall in love, marry. The director of a film — Harry Marshall, that, that has put for ten years before "Beauty" … Especially yornicheskim there was a review end: «The ten years' break (after« the Beauty ») has gone to heroes on advantage. Both perfectly play, successful scenes, all is realistic, without stretches. And still the film« Run away bride »can be carried to a genre« nemudryonaja-romanticheskaja-komedija-s-uchastiem-dzhulii-roberts », with all consequences following from here. The darling filmets, but no more that. One of hundreds similar. Usual love story, with set of the amusing moments, several romantic scenes and a happy end. But me, in general it was pleasant, — sometimes such pictures it is pleasant to look, and Dzhulija Roberts to me it is nice, so... In general, tastes differ, but if to you has liked« Notting Hill », this picture to you too I can recommend …» Govnjuk, to it, whether see, Dzhulija Roberts "is nice" also it to me «can recommend»! And can, it — it? A horse-radish of these anonymous authors from the Internet you will disassemble!. When has started to dawn, I have gone on searches of an advertising film board — earlier such, I remembered, were available almost at each crossroads: the register of all cinemas of Moscow where that goes and in how much. Alas, I oblazil all to district near Paveletsky station in radius about kilometre: it is useless, paper guidebooks-guides to a capital movie world as in water have sunk — into muddy water of reorganisation. Then I have spent four more one rubles for the underground and have reached the Pushkin area. There was a hope, that my film goes just in the former "Russia", and nowadays a cinema "Pushkin". By! Then I have gone down on Tver, have passed Manezhnuju and Red — to "Zarjadju". Flight! I along the Kremlin wall on quay and through the Big Stone bridge have rushed off to "Drummer" (to a liked cinema of mine of daddy as I knew-remembered). A miss! Under a prickly wind and a disgusting rain-sejankoj half-and-half with the groats, already through got wet, I peretashchilsja-has got over back through the bridge, have risen across Znamenka to the Arbat area — to the old man "Art". A zero! I am more than cinemas in Moscow did not know. The situation developed the idiotic. I have mechanically gone down in transition, have passed the area, have gone deep into turmoil Arbata. Despite nepogod, atmosphere of a celebratory intoxicated party in this surprising street was saved. Arbat in general under any weather conditions, at any time year and all seven days in week, such impression, — day off street. I have come into a bakery, in a big way podguljavshego novorusskogo kupchika have snipped off batonishche for six roubles, in the nearest lump-snack bar have reserved stakanishche kipjatkovogo to tea for the five and kutnul to the full extent. Remained a half-long loaf I have turned-has packed in a package still remembering sweet weight of bottles with beer, have hidden for emergency in a jacket pocket, is vigorous potyor palms and have looked round around: what it, citizens-colleagues on Fatherland, al we not in native Rasee? Yes really-really to me nobody podmognyot? But, of course, it still to dare it was necessary, with mine kukozhistym character, to stop passers-by and as Pussycat Vorobjaninov, a goat syllable to ask-ask something silly: help, say, to me to see Dzhuliju Roberts! I, the truth, have wisely thought, that the majority of inhabitants-passers-by Arbata people, as they say, not local, therefore have passed it through and already on the Garden ring have started to stick to passers-by. The person six it is indifferent or it is angry me otshili. I tried to stop old women-grandmothers, hoping on their senile wise good nature, but tired Moscow old women in actual fact all as one appeared spiteful old women. I have found at a trolleybus stop a place on a metal cold bench and have sat down for a minute — the weariness already has begun raspolagatsja-be arranged strongly in an organism, filling with the viscous weight all muscles, joints, blood vessels and the nervous terminations. Generally to regret itself it was silly. Well it is absolute nobody the most important thing, with full belief, that my invention psevdomillionerskaja with a trip for five hundred versts in a capital cinema — silly ridiculous malchishestvo and anything more was guilty that I sat got tired, not slept, prodrogshy, tousled, with picked polovinkoj a long loaf and ostatnimi 75th roubles in pockets and. Yes I will see sooner or later this «the Run away bride», all the same it on a TV set will scroll! And still, at heart, to me something heated soul, I as though potayonno was proud of myself, that is still capable, despite early weariness of soul, for the sake of the dream, for the sake of beautiful and ephemeral imagination here on such reckless malchishestvo. I sat on ice zhelezjake, muffled up very much in a jacket collar, hid zadubevshie hands on a breast, under sharfikom and is sweet blinked from warm-warm, warming thought: if Dzhulija any miracle has learnt-has seen, as as I for the sake of it get up, it … However, further my imagination did not suffice. Here if she learns!. Near to me there was a girl — very tall, in the fitted claret jeans, boots-jack boots, short, to a waist, leather kurtchonke, an inconceivable kepi, with a smoking cigarette in a hand. I hate such — bljadskogo breed, moreover and smokers on the move! It has put razdutyj tsvetastyj a package near to me, has greedy clasped the filter sigaretiny a scarlet mouth as if doing minet, it was nervously tightened time, another, pyhnula by a smoke, has looked nervously on hours and what for me has asked — rigidly, but it is polite: — Tell, please, what is the time? I hasty, have obligingly looked at the: — Half first. — Thanks! Never I would began to ask it is such — about the, but after all she the first with me has started talking, besides, me has pleasantly amazed, how it competently and was cultural spoken-communicated. But also not this main thing, main that on its package tsvetastom I have seen-has made out native shape — a picture-poster of a film "Beauty" where Dzhulija and Richard stand, having nestled backs to each other, and smile in an objective. — Excuse, — I am shy kvaknul, — and you will not prompt to me, where, at what cinema there is today a film «Run away bride»? Is Dzhuliej Roberts, whether that?. It seems, in "Space" … Yes, it is exact, at least, yesterday it went in "Space". — Thanks! My God, the enormous thanks! — I have jumped. — you so have helped me, so me have gained! Perhaps and I can help you something? She has from top to down looked with astonishment at my person flaring by enthusiasm, has thrown a cigarette in an urn, somehow has strange-bitterly smiled: — Can, if you are a doctor-gynecologist and are able to do abortions … I, of course, only have opened a mouth, and to tell and there is nothing. And the old woman-starushentsija who is greedy taking the bearings of our dialogue in the neighbourhood, too has opened a mouth. The long-legged beauty once again has bitterly grinned, has picked up the package (in which, probably, the house dressing gown and a replaceable shirt for hospital laid) and has gone to an approaching trolley bus. My God, yes it Dzhuliju and from this poster, from initial shots of "Beauty", reminds — in these jack boots, high, hardly angular, with red curls from under a kepi!. And why it is Supreme happiness does not give to such beauties? Where there is "Space" — I vaguely represented. I approximately looked through also a way-distance between a corner old Arbata and were VDNH to which area I should get. But I nevertheless have decided four one rubles to save by the underground: time allowed, and the glass of hot tea then, hardly is better later, for maintenance of forces to buy. I at first a vigorous jog trot have directed on the Garden ring to measure kilometre behind kilometre, have curtailed on the prospectus of the World and without a quarter three doplyolsja to a desired cinema. Already on the approach to it my heart has jammed — on an advertising colourful board of a word "bride" was not obvious. I have approached more close — indeed: any «Крик-2»! The right if not rare passers-by, vicinities simply would shudder both from shout-3, and from shout-4 and more from the whole train of shouts of despair, bitterness and a rage, extorted from my sickly breast. Here after all gadstvo — the girl has deceived, whether that? I nevertheless have reached an input, was put in cash desk and have learnt: Still yesterday «the Run away bride» was shown, and from now on here this new thriller «Крик-2». That to founders of this foolish "Shout" to shout heart-rendingly and without a stop even in a coffin! I have tried was porassprashivat the cashier, yes where, at last, it is possible to see in Moscow my film, but whether in interests of a competition, whether in all sincerity the woman has answered: I "do not know". There is nothing, cursing at full speed destiny, a life, the Moscow film service, weather, poverty and circumstances, I doplyolsja from last forces, saving grshi on one glass of tea, to Garden and on it potopal it is doomed under a drizzle and a wind to station. Here to you, darling, and romanticism of ardent love! And here, already on the approach to station, being going to as quite respectable citizen, to get for 50 re the ticket in the general car passenger, kusanut thoroughly to steam of sandwiches from coffee and to leave safely home, I suddenly otchubuchil the absolute chuchu. I have seen a cover of any magazine in a show-window of a newspaper booth-aquarium and — as have stumbled, as was bewitched, as though into a trance have run: from a cover I looked at me Dzhulija and — beauty unusual! No, the truth, I something in it understood: a magazine cheap with its portraits-faces on a cover I already bought three-four, yes on one of sites have found out gallery from whole 120 (hundred twenty!) oblozhechnyh images and all them has downloaded-has saved it, though not very much it is pleasant to me, when is direct on Dzhulii letters-words are painted. Here and on this magazine is there was September number «Marie Claire» — the name from huge cerise letters crossed out hairdress Dzhulii, the advertising phrase-announcement from multi-coloured and mixed letters crawled over open warm shoulders: «That Dzhulija Roberts at you on a party. Our exclusive reporting». But all the same these impudent shameless fonts and even the ridiculous any diamond collar-necklace completely closing a flexible neck, could not spoil-shade impression of a marvellous portrait: the high laid hairdress with the long zolotisto-red ringlet which is going down from the left temple to gently acting clavicle, magnificent shoulders in all shine opened completely, prior to the beginning of the attracting depression in the ground leaving under a close bodice of a dark blue evening dress — a bodice elastic band was touchingly pressed into a live warm flesh … But the main thing, of course, was not in the open shoulders, an attracting depression in the ground and a hairdress (as it liked me with the dismissed hair more), the main thing was in a sight and a smile. The photomaster managed to catch amazingly exact instant when all unusual beauty, surprising originality Dzhulii vyrazilis-were reflected in its sight and a smile. And, it was necessary to look at this portrait hardly have published and without points — its all charm vanished, the usual ordinary cute beauty — no more that pojavljalas-was shown. But also it yet all: in magazine (I have then learnt-has considered it) the image from a cover repeated, already without importunate fonts, but reduced many times over, in the size about a match label and — heat of impression considerably died away-merknul. No, the right, on a cover where everyone was looked through resnichka, all shades-transitions of a brown iridescent cover-iridy of its wonderful eyes saw, the skin pattern of lips was visible-is swept up in the smallest details, — Dzhulija was absolutely as live! I even, appear, felt as small pillows of the fingers movement of its warm lips when, hardly having touched them, has stroked … Yes, yes, I have made-has made it! In sense, I as the sleep-walker or nanjuhavshijsja cocaine the boy otvjaznyj, having seen this native person behind glass, could not tear off from it a sight any more, have taken out money from a back pocket of jeans, have unstuck from lean pachechki ten, have hidden-zanykal back, and the others 65 precious roubles have stretched in a greedy pharynx of a booth-cave to the owner-monster as the repayment for my beauty pining in bondage. It is symbolical, that the copy has appeared the last and waited, leaves, me almost whole two months. I already in a waiting room of Paveletsky station thought out-domyslival it, examining is insatiable a magic portrait on a cover and being read-getting a grasp in «the exclusive reporting» in magazine. There three more images Dzhulii were found out. But it is perfect, as they say, quite another thing: in the unpretentious daily dress from tsvetastoj a skirt and a black pullover-jumper, with the hair somehow pinned up in a bunch, almost without a make up. I have hardly learnt it. When has got a grasp of a material has understood that is that and was zadumka journalists from «Mari Kler»: they have as though played in a life an episode from a new sensational film with Dzhuliej Roberts «Notting Hill» which I yet did not see. But as a whole I represented a plot — a plot fantastic, fantastic: the supermovie star of Hollywood gets acquainted with the usual guy from the street, any seller from a bookshop, and is given to it, whether even with it falls in love … It is necessary to speak, as I flared-wished-wanted-dreamt to see this tape! I imagined in advance, as I will compare myself with the screen guy-lohom, to put myself on its place, to feel possibility of such happiness. And here, please, already in a real life any lucky beggar from crowd was lucky enough, as hero Hju of the Grant, to communicate with live Dzhuliej Roberts, to hear its laughter, even to touch her hand, having dinner with with it behind one table … This party — a reconstruction of a scene from last film Roberts — «Notting Hill». But today there is no scenario in which all its words and gestures are registered, there is no director who will shout «Is removed!» During the necessary moment. Today can happen anything you like. In film Dzhulija plays Anna Skott's role, American super - mega - movie stars. Anna comes on a vacation to London and gets acquainted with the seller from a book-store William Takkerom (its role executes Hju the Grant). Clumsy William spills orange juice on Anna and suggests to come to it home, the blessing it lives nearby, zastirnut a dress. (Strange enough offer. It, probably, such English variant of "a coffee cup».) in general, at them the novel begins. And William invites Anna to a party to the friend, not having told it about the new girl. To describe reaction of friends to William we not begin, it is better to see once it, than some times to read, so look a film. So, who on sew to a party will play role Hju of the Grant? Command Marie Claire is not worse than police group has combed all Manhattan in search of the suitable seller of a bookshop, the darling and a little bit the ridiculous. Hurrah! It is found — this lucky person who becomes for one evening (and can, and it is more?) the fight-friend of the Beauty. Get acquainted: Sasha Dzharolim, 32 years, an energy and charm fountain. Our hero have devoted only in a plan part. It should collect at home six friends, and our magazine will invite to it the companion. Her name is kept secret. Wine is bought, paste is prepared, jeans and vests are hidden in cases … Sasha sits on a sofa and waits for IT. At last at a door call, he runs to open. And now present itself on its place: the door swings open and you on a threshold have Dzhulija Roberts! What will you feel? While Sasha stays in a tetanus, she stretches it a hand and speaks: «Hello, my name is Dzhulija». And though its well-known ringlets are collected today in a bunch, the error cannot be is it. Sasha keeps marvellously well for the person who was struck by a lightning. To him, similar, even the consciousness comes back. Dzhuliju actor's training rescues, its excitement is imperceptible, but later she admits, that first felt uncomfortably. However, they do not have time for awkward silence — before arrival of visitors it is necessary to think up "legend". So, according to a plot of a film they have met in shop where works Sasha. However, further our heroes depart from the scenario and solve, what is it Dzhulija has poured out on Sashu coffee (here it is not necessary to take a great interest, and that will appear as if she has invited him in the magnificent suite to clean trousers). Soon Dzhulija unostentatiously passes to the main theme of a film — love. «And here I very gently kiss Hju». On Sashinom the person a mad cocktail of emotions: mistrust, hope, euphoria. But Dzhulija, unfortunately, finishes the phrase: «About it you can not worry, it does not happen». Humour and pair of bottles of beer win awkwardness of the first minutes. To add credibility, Dzhulija suggests the Sachet to name it Dzhuli — so to it the close friends … address only … the First Bryan, the professor of mathematics comes. Dzhulija greets it, and at the unfortunate professor of an eye jump out from orbits, as at any disneevskogo the character. Bryan absolutely was stunned, it cannot utter words: it in a life did not face such equation. Dzhulija comes to it to the aid and starts talking about the close: «you now are engaged in What researches?» — «the differential equations». — «So I also thought». And on a threshold appear Denis and its girl Elajda. He is an artist, she is a student. Denis has a reputation for the person without complexes, but for some reason it runs into the deepest trance. When Dzhulija shakes hands with it, a poor secular lion starts to shake. To honour Elajdy, its condition is given out only by round eyes. All the evening long it strictly reminded herself: «Yes, it is Dzhulija Roberts. Well also what? There is nothing to stare at it. After all she wants, that with it communicated the same as with all the others» … … Behind a table more or less easy conversation is had. From time to time somebody throws a fast sight — «really it is the truth?» Dzhulija admits, as this illness — a worship for stars is peculiar to it. «Sometimes, looking at any celebrity in magazine, I think: what tremendous, unusual person. I admire with its talent and beauty in the same way, as all other people». Someone asks, whether she gets tired to distribute autographs. «I try not to be photographed with admirers and not to give autographs, — answers Dzhulija. — For me the moment of human dialogue is more important: to shake hands, learn a name …» … After dessert Dzhulija knocks a knife on a glass with wine, all are going to hear a toast, but instead of it the bomb is broken off: «I wish you to thank that you together with us have played a scene from my new film" Notting Hill "». Dzhulija spends here still half an hour, then apologises and goes home. Surprise, disappointment, regret, misunderstanding — here the incomplete list of emotions which are tested by the people, remained to sit at a table with empty bottles, dirty plates and a pie piece, nedoedennogo Dzhuliej Roberts … … Meanwhile our hero Sasha is happy, despite of everything: «I simply was stunned by one sensation that I sit near to Dzhuliej Roberts. And then the alarm has disappeared, it became for me simply charming woman». But sceptic Denis notices: «you after all do not know, whether there was it natural or played a role». And what Dzhulija? «Short of some excitement in the beginning, these people have seen me in natural conditions when I communicate with friends, I stir and I eat too much the sweet. In that room there was present I. Whether the novel with the seller of books is real for me? Yes. The main thing that this person to me was pleasant, possessed sense of humour, could prepare paste well. And at Sashi there are all these qualities». And she says a phrase which has told the Sachet in the beginning of their acquaintance: «But about it it is possible not to worry, it does not happen». Next day after a party in one of book little shops on Manhattan deliver a huge bouquet of yellow tulips, on a card it is written: «Thanks for wonderful evening. Dzhulija» … I immersed and immersed the nostrils inflated from pleasure in an armful of yellow tulips and greedy listened attentively to an is painful-delightful voice for me: «Thanks for wonderful evening!. Thanks for wonderful evening!. Thanks for wonderful evening!.» — Hey you, feet clean! Having regained consciousness from a vile hail of the aunt with a mop, I have looked back, have jumped. Around in an enormous waiting room the dense smog of a station stench waved, the rumble of road crowd curled, reigned twilight and neujut. My heart in melancholy was compressed: My God, well and vlip I! Last five (the second I was in time proshikovat on a toilet) was stored in a pocket, and I have got into a waiting room durikom, on a freebie — have shown on an input the ticket with which has arrived, the controller plainly has not looked. So now to me even in a toilet not to leave, if I wish to spend the night at least not in the street — second time so will not carry. And in general I up to the end even to comprehend idiocy of the position did not dare. What to turn to the capital vagabond, whether that? Or — on foot on five hundred versts to threaten? Certainly, it was possible to reach on last money for the underground Domodedovo, to leave-get out for a city and to catch poputku, to reach darling chernozems a self-locking device. A variant number two: to try as durikom as in waiting room, to get into the car of a train and peret to the house a hare-cheapskate, hiding somewhere on platforms and toilets. It was possible, eventually, if a hare it is better and perspektivnee by electric trains with two changes in Paveletse and Michurinsk … However, that a self-locking device to travel, that a hare-cheapskate — character certain is necessary, mine. I have again sat down on metal rigid sitting, have hidden foolish magazine for a bosom, have clasped a head hands, have squeezed in despair and have not raised a howl nearly, have not moaned, have not begun to creak teeth. Deadlock … The uttermost deadlock! _______________________ * Well, about Pelevin I with the author would argue: it, maybe, the unique Russian writer from new, which — the writer without fools, true the WRITER, and it, at least, the novel «CHapaev and Emptiness», the story «the Hermit and shestipalyj», stories «Ontologija the childhood», "Nika" and some other things — the LITERATURE. <<<Glik the seventh Glik the ninth>>>
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