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ME LIKES DZHULIJA ROBERTS Glik 13	Glik the thirteenth In the morning I, certainly, have overslept. When has come tearing along on semibent in university and has heard everything, that it is necessary to hear to the careless worker from the heads, one more was found out enough prepoganaja a thing: the next Sergeevo-Tsensky readings have appeared suddenly. These readings were spent every year, akkurat during same Prenew Year's time, but as, for example, winter for kommunalshchikov or harvest for collective farmers, this moment for University was come-fell always unexpectedly and called a terrible work involving all hands, at least, in our publishing house. And here now — by Monday it was necessary to give out-edit two tolstennyh volumes of reports, articles, theses and other pseudoscientific rubbish which was planed for the last year by tireless students, post-graduate students, senior lecturers, professors and other homebrew academicians-experts on creativity of the forgotten classic. Us, editors, — four. I have got to pair, of course, with Snezhanoj. Most of us skilled Evgenie Petrovna prefers to divide in such cases job with silent assidious Olej, and we with the Snowflake, in its opinion, — they make a pair. By the way (I will distract hardly aside), I in this plan very much even can be envied: still, at the same Vovan, for example, in its smelly virtual bench one males behind counters, and among buyers the overwhelming majority of muzhiks. Or to take Arcady Teljatnikova, besides for example, — in their foolish pissojuze he sees round itself(himself), on the advantage, one enjoyed usato-skewbald and grey-bearded образины*. I, in comparison with them, am direct in a notorious woman's kingdom (I will tell more softly — zhensko-maiden) I work-be blissfully happy, apparently, it is possible and to envy. But there is nothing to envy actually — here if I is any George Simenonom … I when to Arcady told about this tireless daddy of commissioner Megre, my friend-companion with envy to the Frenchman language pritsokival and poetically used foul language, admiring. And that! There is a French fiction writer-detektivshchik had such insatiable nature and such volcanic temperament, that not only gave out every week under the new novel, but also daily some thousand individuals of an opposite sex without fail copulated with the new woman, and even two up to the death, peretrahav thus for the life. I — not the Frenchman. Possibly, I too could sojtis-copulate with any and each Eve at the age from 15 till 50 years, but only, that's it, if we appear from it somewhere in a paradise garden or on a desert island together and to disappear-run there would be be no place, and that would occur it not at once and much would depend not on me, namely from Eve … I Am that is: whether the ugly creature morally-sexual at heart, whether is brought up somehow skosobocheno, whether is too shy and diffident by nature, whether it is simply a pity to me sperm my precious anywhere to merge-spray without the purpose and a special high … No, I, of course, not absolutely such mattress what I pretend to be. When I have only just come to publishing house, have seen this harem ownerless (on a five working — twenty five collective farmers!) That has involuntarily assumed a dignified air, the breast tsypljachju to stick out undertook-has begun, glazenapa on the parties to start, with interest to catch sights reciprocal. I repeat, in these affairs I the person not toropky so, as they say, has not passed also half a year as I all taki was more or less defined: most strongly drew my sights and excited mine kiselnuju blood Nastja, is more correct — Nastasja Viktorovna, certainly. Eyes — is dark-brown, is mysterious-deep, with any flickering чýдным tender light were especially marvellous at it, having caught which during conversation with it, I felt in depths of the organism sweet shevelenie secret painful desires. And during other moments and is mysterious-perfect sight Nastja it is surprising as reminded mine Dzhuliju: I even two pictures Dzhulii in the computer photo gallery and have named: one — "Nastja"; the second — "Nastasja". And when admired them, at times it was forgotten-was confused: Whether I admire and during this moment I like the world famous movie star, whether — the modest young woman from chernozyomno-rasejskogo the cities of Baranova, for days on end knocking for the 20-dollar salary darling manikjurchikom on keys of the publishing computer … But, alas and ah, kosterku my shy love to Nastase Viktorovne to inflame it was not fated. The matter is that Nastasja Viktorovna was more senior me for 12 years, had two adult daughters-senior pupils and, the most important thing, is surprising as passionately, madly, categorically and is immutable liked the lawful spouse, dotsentstvujushchego in our high school. Nastasja Viktorovna spoke only about the husband, incessantly him recollected, its one photograph held in a frame before itself, the second has entered by means of the scanner into the computer and has made a background of a screen desktop, the third hid in a handbag, and the fourth hranilsja-was based at it in a medallion on breasts, and almost each hour it opened it, having turned away from girlfriends-colleagues passionately to shower with kisses. Besides, Nastasja Viktorovna incessantly exchanged calls-spoke with the husband by phone, and in a lunch break has dismounted-rushed to it on appointment through all city in other case — the God knows for what … About, the lucky beggar! But also it yet all — is not present, not all! At all doubtless evidence, ardour and indivisibility of passionate love Nastasi Viktorovny to the spouse — behind it the glory awful, impossible, boundless and severe revnivtsa was fixed for some reason. That is why in a rudiment I in the soul have strangled all and all shy hopes which has taken in head was to feed first concerning perfect, is mysterious-beautiful Nastenki (so I dared to call secretly it). And though for two with superfluous year I never could see it in reality, but just in case I even have ceased to smile Nastase Viktorovne. Still, you will smile, and here the terrible husband on a threshold: and all — the end of a film and the drama beginning in five certificates with the bloody ending … netushki, I the person quiet — cataclysms do not like! Could, theoretically, and, can, and practically be fastened at me the novel with the Snowflake, Snezhanoj Milovidovoj as I already mentioned, — redaktorshej. It was almost my coeval, all for two years is more senior. Snezhana had no neither the husband, nor children, neither the constant fight-friend, nor complexes — and it was plus. But it had the appearance quite corresponding to a surname, an is appetizing-harmonous figure, intellectual development above an average and any devilishly attractive aura — and it was even more enormous plus-pljusishche. No, the truth, happen such, excuse My God, gyorlz: you will see it, a smell of the woman from it proceeding at subconscious level you will catch and — you start to strain, latent desires to pine, think of any nonsenses and to expire desire juice. Sorcery any, sweet delightful sorcery! It, the Snowflake, has come to publishing house after me almost on half a year. Once I, as always having been out of breath, have come running on job, a door in our kletushku-room have opened and — me as if as in a breast have pushed: Evgenii Petrovny and Oli yet was not, and the unfamiliar lady sits at an extreme table in a corner with the chestnut hair dismissed on shoulders and in an open summer dress — surprisingly suntanned, despite the middle of May. But not it is the shoulders not opened very, not looked through in all details under a web matter the French breast, not superearly sea sunburn and at all comelines of a young face with it is deceptive a tender sight of light grey eyes vstrepenuli me, namely the wave of any invisible fluids which have rushed from the slender stranger. And so it has turned out (Destiny as if pushed-mocked!) — We have spent all this first day of our acquaintance, it is possible to tell, from it alone: Olga, appears, has gone on leave, and at Evgenii Petrovny someone at home was ill. Also that I have suddenly started to create-otchubuchivat, as if having got drunk without a measure — I was whistled-was filled in by a nightingale and the tail peacock of all cock forces was puffed up-dismissed. And, it is necessary to recognise, some impression on Snezhanu Vitoldovnu to me to make it was possible, especially after my inspired passage about Feodor Mihajloviche Dostoevsky in general and its Underground person in particular. (Whether yes you know, what the Underground person — one of the kindest, mild and suffering heroes of Russian literature?! Yes if to look at it as on the person we will find out such beautiful mild soul, that to any Platon Karatayev or Oblomovu did not dream! Yes after all Underground person Dostoevsky as anybody another in Russian and world literature, is worthy love and compassion, but in any way contempt, unichizhenija and sneers!.) what there to be over-modest: when I also am raised in blow — to carry away and charm I am able. As it has appeared, I have got in most that on there is an apple: Snezhana, the graduate filfaka, knew Dostoevsky not only by hearsay, but also attentively read now and then (that among young ladies meets to ridiculous seldom). Therefore I also have heard its praise-approval stated by is approving-indulgent and slightly surprised tone from lips: — And you like the guy of anything, with you even are interesting … On tone it was possible to understand, how it is blase and tired Snezhana Vitoldovna by admirers, and to guess, that the rolling-manufacturers, which all intelligence, how are you doing at Koshcheja Immortal prevail among these basically, is concluded in eggs. In a word, since first day between us sympathetic relations which by all means should were fastened, have been simply obliged to progress, so I have started to eat tasty hopes strenuously. With myself I have more or less understood, in sense — that I want. On a theoretical maximum — without restraint to fall in love, lose with happiness a head, to cross out all former destiny and to begin a new bright life with liked, desired to tears and all the understanding beautiful woman, bathing and choking with it in everyday inescapable happiness … On a practical minimum — in one wonderful right moment somehow to contrive to kiss Snezhanochku on lips and … Well, and there it will be visible. There is no, of course, in imagination something such it was flashed-was shown and about bed in a dark room, both about "Kama Sutra", and about faints after orgazma … But about all it to think-dream ridiculously while the woman has not kissed. As cynic Teljatnikov jokes: the kiss is a call on the top floor that have opened bottom … Earlier I in a lunch break intercepted pair of pies with cabbage and a glass shipuchki in student's buffet, now, having disdained hunger torments, at 12 o'clock I was equipped to see off Snezhanu to the house — she lived nearby. An empty stomach pristanyval, but hopes, a plenty curling in my soul, ate all more plentifully, considerably grew up and grew fat. The snowflake lived in two-room apartment together with mother, that worked in the distance from the house and did not appear see you in the evening. Well, that it is possible to think up is even better? Sooner or later Snezhana has been simply obliged to invite me «to tea», and there the turn and all the rest — under the full program … will come Alas, action was tightened: I saw off Snezhanu to an arch of its house, we even 10-15 stirred minutes with enthusiasm in the street, then it, having exhausted me a coquetry and streams of hot fluids, disappeared in depths of a court yard, and I trudged back, to the awful student's pies. Then in the evening all repeated again: I saw off, stirred-talked, looked interrogatively in its blinked eyes or with an idiotic kind of the naturalist drawing of her lips steadfastly peered-studied and all did not dare to touch in any way it, to put at least a hand on its open shoulder, zakontachit. I understood, in general, that it even already and scoffs over me, obviously enjoying the amplifying power. And that! With each our joint walk all of us spoke about the literature, and more and more about love less, is more correct — sex. And if absolutely to be exact, the new girlfriend washing narrated-told to me about the victories on love front, about the boyfriends (which was at it for that moment not less than three), about campaigns with them in expensive taverns, trips to Crimea, drivings on "Mercedes" and other in the same spirit. And still the Snowflake has told to me a kind frank minute about treasured leleemoj to dream — to snip off in lovers of the foreigner with a thick purse-wallet and to leave with it for a hillock far away from mossy Baranova, smelly Chernozem region and poor our grown hateful Russia … I, however, tried to its stories about is sexual-indifferent victories and to antipatriotic dreams too seriously not to concern. And the secret desires concerning our joint happiness did not leave. At last, once — there was a hot evening preceding a storm in a heat of June — we stood again under an arch of its house, having hidden from beams of the sun which have raged to a limit. In such heat brains as if as though indeed begin plavitsja, work inadequately, with failures-glitches — it would be desirable to jump in cool spring water or to make any nonsense. Usmeshlivye eyes Snezhany hid behind glasses of dark glasses, its nouse lovely shone biserinkami sweat, lips manjashche have been slightly opened, it continually lifted hands, opening for an instant an intimate whiteness of smoothly shaved armpits, cleaned locks of hair sticking to a wet forehead. The plan was that: When it once again will lift hands, it is necessary, not interrupting conversation to clasp it for a flexible waist, to press very much to itself so that to feel its breast distinct dummies hiding under a thin red matter, and to catch-cover its bright lips the dried up mouth which has yearned on kisses … the Main thing — not oblazhatsja: to do all quickly, confidently, energetically and seriously. God forbid, the situation will turn over in ridiculous — a shame will not be gathered, though from job then leave … To see, my thoughts so hard and clearly creaked in the swelled brain, that the Snowflake has as though counted-has heard them. She has stepped to me more close, has put ladoshku on my uneasy breast, on that place where I was lost in day-dreams just to feel-check up elasticity of its nipples, and is quite serious, without any smile, and even is somehow angry and disturbed has told about the following: — Sergey, you know, in what prominent feature of clever people consists?. They do not do nonsenses. Including — do not fall in love. If you take in head vtjuritsja in me seriously and completely — your business. But on reciprocity do not count. I have already burnt time — is full up … And in general, if frankly and that all points over foolish i to place: I consider, that for health it is necessary not less than three times a week to have sex, but consider — for me the person who does not have possibility to invite the lady in a decent tavern, to present it a bouquet of roses both tepe and tede is not the partner and at all the man, it … it … simply friend, a companion and the brother. Ha-ha! She has tried to soften with a joke and a snicker unichizhitelnost last words, but poluchilos-left still obidnee. It was necessary to turn and silently leave, but I, at all on-dzhentlmenski, took and vpendjuril the zanozistuju a counter. Two fingers, as though fastidiously, I have cleaned her hand with the zanyvshej breasts and, trying to hold in tone usmeshlivost, have given out: — You know, Snezhana, what one clever person has told about you, the women? The plain woman who behaves the plain woman, he has told, — calls pity; the plain woman who behaves the beauty — calls irritation; the beauty who behaves the beauty — calls admiration and even passion; and only the beauty who behaves the plain woman — is capable to call love, original deep feeling. And so, Snezhana Vitoldovna, if frankly and that all points to place: you call one me only irritation and — strong enough. So — adju and orevuar!. My slavic vocal chords which have not got used to sound zijanijam, on transition from Italy to France on the fragile mostku-union also"zasuetilis shamefully-were mixed, and as a result something was pulled out from a throat absolutely ridiculous:« So — adjuioerua!. » It has sniffed, has again corrected a hairdress. The lonely golden hair-curl which has escaped by miracle in the right axillary depression in the ground which just touched also has again flashed and added excitements, now has called only irritation and disgust. I have squeezed a teeth to an ache, have turned and have gone, at last, away and far away. In the late evening, unsuccessfully trying to extinguish-utishit the inflamed mood a mix of vodka with beer, I what for have phoned to it home from the street automatic machine and utvoril the absolute absurd: — A snowflake! — it is free, as never before, I have bleated. — Snezhana Vitoldovna, I have got fifty dollars and is ready to throw them to your wonderful harmonous feet … for one hour of love! You agree Snezhana light Vitoldovna, to be given to me for fifty dollars?. That she has answered me it porosjache rudeness — for the life of me, I do not remember. Yes, and the truth, was drunk I — as a pig, really!. Since then I at job with Snezhanoj am underlined is polite, very correct, extremely short and venomously dry. But, here paradox, in collective me on the former consider as the boyfriend and admirer-admirer Milovidovoj, are sincerely assured, what is it I only so, for conspiracy komed I break, and at each opportunity try to leave us alone in a room or to connect-couple teamwork over one listing-manuscript. If they know, poor, that now one only the box with a videocassette of "Beauty" or a pocket calendar card-photo with person Dzhulii are capable to excite and excite me more strongly, than opened very much, to the navel suntanned feet sitting next Snezhany or, let us assume, it absolutely not the breast not covered with a transparent blouse … Yes let though absolutely naked nearby sits! Unless in it has put?! __________________________ * Interestingly, Sergey too switches on me in number of these "obrazin"? Moustaches at me, however, already enough skewbald … <<<Glik the twelfth Glik the fourteenth>>>
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