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ME LIKES DZHULIJA ROBERTS Glik 10	Glik the tenth And, praise, besides, to the Lord All-powerful, — was next morning Friday. I have waited, having been double up with "stomach" on a folding bed while Anna who has already become hoarse from abuse, will leave in university, the voice become hoarse has called Vasily Viktorovichu and, too having made what for, has sadly let him know, that on urgent family circumstances I take urgent, from its permission certainly, holiday-compensatory holiday at own expense for three days. Basically, I did not say lies: we with Anna really have already decided for a long time, that I will take-will elicit such compensatory holiday, but it was planned all for two days and — since Monday. Well, unless I am guilty, what circumstances urgent have propped up earlier?. The heads allowed not to be present at what words to me on a workplace I plainly did not listen, only have thanked, when on tone have understood, that conversation has ended, and has hanged up. I felt myself approximately how the muzhik from a film «Green mile» which have planted on an electric chair, having forgotten to moisten a cinciput under contact, and have cut a current. Me shook and koryozhilo, stirred up and turned out, curved and posed, braided and squeezed out. Lines, after all more than once it was personally convinced — vodka cannot be coupled-connected to beer in no event! Besides, even the desire did not arise to try to find alcohol on opohmelku — from one thought a hiccups began. But to have-return in itself somehow it was necessary. I have sighed genuinely hard and have got behind the NZ: to a back wall of a computer the adhesive tape had been attached an ampoule from the army first-aid set with tarenom — remains five tablets. I still have thought yesterday: than in "Slavjanke" oshivatsja, it is better to go and by an ampoule-packing tarena to be overstocked with goods — and a high more abruptly, and the fifty-kopeck piece would save. However, it is known: good intentions pave road to a hell. Though, stop: I say lies! Just in a high that was not tempted the day before with this thought — knew: binge to refuse it is possible, from drugs when will tighten, — like hell. With tarena yes from a grass only begins, and there — downwards and on sliding without a stop! But, clearly, such reasonable razmyshlizmy are good on a lucid mind. I vykolupal an ampoule from a hiding place (my lout costs sideways a table written, on a box from under the printer, pritknutyj almost to a wall — Anna there and not to be put), have got one antidotal pill in full sense, zaglotil, have washed down vodichkoj and have lain down for five minutes, expecting a high. The high has come. And here we together with the mister the High have started to solve a problem — as well as on what to look video. At the neighbour at the left as a video recorder also did not smell: the invalid-poverty vegetating on ridiculous pension. At neighbours on the right, in 92nd, the video recorder was, but all the same, that it was not — cattle! Shopkeepers-businessmen smelly! They othapali-have stolen a partition half of general corridor (in our house experimental system koridornaja, on six apartments in section), and we, the nearest neighbours, were the third year with them in a condition is judicial-tjazhbovoj wars. Without special hope I was put in 94th: aunt Galja — the pensioner, its muzhik, uncle Eugene, — the builder-hard worker idle time, the woman Lena, the old woman ancient, on expense … However, it has appeared, knowingly absolutely lost zabuldyzhnik uncle Eugene (how much time across the general corridor, smelling sweet peregarom, spent the night!) Here five years as at all also has completely fastened — in an economy at them was available the whole three teleboxes: ours rasejsky the "Ruby", two zabugornyh and in a makeweight the South Korean videorecorder "Daewoo". Have given out me it for three days without conversations. I have connected-has coupled "Deushnik" with our "Horizon", have adjusted more or less, have overcome passionate desire zaglotnut-catch one more kljuk from army "wheel", have made coffee more and more strong, villages in an armchair opposite to the TV and … No, nevertheless what-any will power at me is-is available: I have begun not with «Notting Hilla», and — one after another, with «the Mystical pizza». On a cover-poster in the column «Restriction on age» appeared: «it is not recommended to persons till 18 years». Such inscriptions-preventions always excite blood, tickle imagination. As on a back of a cassette cover-cover portrait Dzhulii (is more correct, its heroines Dejzi) awoke immodest imagination fine: shoulders, almost completely a breast are absolutely opened, traces of a bathing suit against sunburn and — any hint on clothes are visible-are appreciable. Whether Just about, apparently, still hardly to lower a bottom edge of a frame and … has allowed Dzhulija by a youth and to inexperience on shootings of this picture to an immodest eye of a film objective to behold-photograph something superfluous?. However, and an inscription-restriction, and zavlekatelnoe the photos hinting at frivolity, have appeared only a mean advertising gimmick. The film as a film — such «Moscow does not believe tears» in an American way. And Dzhuliju I hardly learnt the: the usual cute little girl, quite normal actress, what hundreds. More shortly if there was no then "Beauty" and all the subsequent, this «the Mystical pizza» a horse-radish who would look now and on videocassettes let out-duplicated. But, certainly, it I so grumble, for bleziru, from a lung, maybe, disappointments because of mean advertisers. I, of course, greedy peered at each shot when appeared on screen Dejzi-Dzhulija, at times stopped viewing, came back back, twisted this or that episode on second and third time. To it was only twenty when there were shootings, and it terribly was pleasant to me. (To admit, I feel a certain discomfort at thought, that now, in a life, it is more senior me for the whole eight years!) Here again, in "Pizza", it still was to first our meeting, it was yet mine. And it too is very important. The person for us starts to exist from the moment of first our meeting. And so it would be desirable to see-learn, what it was to … I Remember, with what greed I absolutely still considered-studied the children's, teenage photo Dzhulii found on the Internet … However, it after all not only with Dzhuliej so: the albums which have remained from the father, pictures where it still the schoolboy, the student, the young daddy — I have looked through nearly to holes. Yes, the strange feeling dawns-glimmers in a shower when you see close native people still another's, still such what were they to settlement in your heart … Having drunk coffee, I have loaded «Steel magnolias». To look I has begun with a bias. Was bitter to realise-perceive, that here this mean worthless type with a physiognomy of the moron by name of Dilan Makdermott which was not looked to me in the Web, has not had at all on heart on a cover-poster of the cartridge and absolutely, extremely, to a limit, to a rage attack has not liked from the first occurrence on the screen — that this vile ordinary type not only in a film as Jackson pressed out Dzhuliju, but also in a real life as Dilan, was considered even as its groom. Fie! And Dzhulija again — all only the lovely girl with magnificent fair-haired hair and, apparently, not especially outstanding actress — is not present still a sight Dzhulii Roberts, there is no its mimicry, gestures, few its fluids, its auras … And the scene of an attack of an asthma of Shelby, its heroine has suddenly begun. I looked these shots already after "Beauty" and "Komatoznikov", and what the spectators who were present on the prime minister of "Steel magnolias» in 89th when to very few people known any Dzhulija Roberts so has played have tested in due time?! Truly, the actress who is not afraid for the sake of reliability of the moment and life truths to turn before a movie camera to the plain woman — the great actress. I have stopped the cartridge, shuganul Baksika from knees and have found in Internet listings for responses about this film. My God, it appears a prototype of Shelby there was native sister of a script writer of Robert Harlinga, and he has been amazed-is stunned by an embodiment of this image on the screen. As he said, in this scene of an asthma Dzhulija Roberts «was so it is close to death as soon as it is possible for even live person». Moreover, on film shootings was present, there is, mother Harlinga, and here when removed a scene of death of Shelby, the son-script writer wanted, not having waited the terminations of shootings to withdraw mother, but that has flatly refused to leave a set until personally will not make sure, that the actress will rise, will regain consciousness, will come up, unlike the daughter, from a coma. And participants of shootings testify: Dzhulija so got used to a role, that after each double it should be pumped out, restored to life — it, and the truth, was not able, is not able to distinguish cinema and the validity … I have again started a video recorder, and already nothing could shade-pritushevat my impression of a picture and game Dzhulii — neither stupid self-satisfied fizija groom Jackson; nor an awful scene, when Shelby obkarnyvajut in a hairdressing salon under the boy, under the fairy-glowworm from «the Captain of the Hook»; marasmic purely American humour when, for example, in a scene of wedding of Shelby the girl-friend-witness to it, the bride, speaks, a pier-say, from all in district, with whom it, this girl-friend, snoshalas, at Jackson — "biggest" or when brothers of Shelby decorate its wedding car nadutymi condoms … And has, of course, shaken to depth of soul a scene on a cemetery, already without Shelby-Dzhulii, near its tomb: with mother from a grief the hysterics begins, and suddenly girlfriends manage to make laugh, force to laugh it — at first through force, through tears, and then and is sincere, with all the heart — navzryd … the Amazing scene on dramaturgic skill! Also there was still before a remarkable moment-shot when has appeared on the screen of all for some instants absolutely authentic, mature, Dzhulija — in a red dress, with ryzhinkoj in the magnificent hair dismissed on shoulders, ridiculed the, throat inimitable laughter … I while have passed "beauty", did not begin to reconsider and have put a film with the strange ambiguous name «In bed with the enemy». Yes that the name! On a cover portrait Dzhulii, a shot from a film, is submitted again with a thick hint on its nakedness: it in a bath, on the person fear, eyes are expanded, she scaredly listens to something and will just about be straightened, will jump … Once again, certainly, has run a sight on a peel of advertising words from a poster: «Dzhulija Roberts in a leading role in a fascinating love thriller … the Gentle beauty Laura driven to despair by jealousy and aggression of adoring her husband Martin and not knowing how to get out of networks of marriage which became for it torture and prison, conceives a risky intrigue … Pernicious desires, dangerous liaisons, risky passions …» «A love thriller» — it is strongly told! And, in general, spirit at me has grasped from the first scenes-shots. Mum mia! The first "bed" scene I have seen-has scrolled time six — not less. Yes what, to hell, the bed! All begins on a table: it, this mean Martin, places Dzhuliju (fie, Lauru, certainly!) on a dining table, pulls down from it black shorts, moves apart to it feet, tightens on a slippery table-top to itself, rassuponivaetsja itself and enters it … But also it to it a little! Having picked up it on hands, it as in the most unbridled pornushke, drags it on hands, and it, shamelessly having clasped his feet in the lowered black stockings, is bent in passion inflow, to aspire to merge with it up to the end, and then it squeezes it to a wall and continues, standing, rhythmically and groaning from natugi, aggressively to enter and enter into it pushes, and it groans-pristanyvaet — whether from a pain and humiliation, whether with pleasure and happiness … My God, and I in «the Mystical pizza» from lovely and really bed scene in a jealousy attack span as and kukozhilsja: it when Dzhulija in twilight of country house CHarli imperceptibly disappears, having left it at a fireplace, the guy then on scattered by it along a ladder to landmarks (at first a shoe, then a jacket, then a skirt, and there and a brassiere …) finds it in a bedroom, but all the most ferial occurs behind a shot, and here our couple already lays, modestly having taken cover a blanket, and I conduct decent conversation … Yes it skromnjagu CHarli have simply grown fond now, really! But the second pornoscene with Martin hardly has reconciled me with behaviour Dzhulii in the first: now unambiguously it was the scene not passionate sensual love, and — violence from its party, and disgust from it. As it was already impossible an ugly episode when a reptile this, this geek and the degenerate has beaten Dzhuliju … Is not present, the right, I understand, what is it cinema, it for fun, it is imitation-game, but all the same — to strike Dzhuliju on the person?! It seems to me, yes I am simply assured, what there said about mine Dzhuliju, that-de it with each partner in shootings had a sexual adventure, but with this Martin, that is — Patrick Berdzhinom in a real life, anything at it was not and could not be. Here only it is a pity-is insulting, to what it is authentic, she has vitally played passion, sensuality, orgazm in the first bed scene … And when in ending Dzhulija discharges a pistol in Martin's hated physiognomy, already I, sitting in front of the box screen, hardly was has not caught orgazm with happiness and satisfaction: So to it, gryobanomu which and little finger Dzhulii is not necessary, so to it, to a goat smelly, and it is necessary to the sadist!. Meanwhile — I have looked — arrows on hours showed the beginning of the fifth, eyes got out of orbits, and Baksik already shouted behind a door a good floor-mat (and when it I have exposed-shuganul it from a room?), demanding food. Lines, already Anna just about will have-will be dragged! There is nothing, I have cut down a video recorder, have hidden all cartridges in the diplomat with a coded lock, and have gone on kitchen. It was necessary not only to feed-sate a cat, not only most, at last, something to bite-zhevanut, but also to cook up any vkusnenky a supper — to humour blagovernuju. I understood — I am guilty. That here to bristle up and climb in a bottle? On my behalf was to smooth down very much the fault, umaslivat my Anna Ioannovnu, to remove stress in the house, utishivat a storm. On Monday protection was coming, and I perfectly understood, what it nervomotatelnoe and grandiose event in Anna's life — not absolutely I of infidels! And here only to imagine: at me in a case under a safe lock cartridges with Dzhuliej Roberts from which four I also eye edge did not look lay, and I weigh evening of Friday and two days off twisted-braided itself very much, even did not mention about video not to irritate the wife, prepared for it and dinners-suppers, made coffee, typed and unpacked last necessary texts for protection — any theses and citations … Continually I glanced at the portable safe with the video riches and imperceptibly heavy sighed. And itself tried to calm: good-good, you wait longer — will be more sweet! I waited with impatience of Tuesday. I overflowed with love (yes, love!), waited for appointment with Dzhuliej … Mine Dzhuliej! <<<Glik the ninth Glik the eleventh>>>
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© Rosedkin Sergey Nikolaevich, 2001
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