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LJUPOF P. 11 |
4. A relaxation For the next day has happened preneprijatnyj incident. Darya Nikolaevna has come from the lycée by a dinner when Alexey Alekseevich just was going to on appointment. They by phone were persuaded to meet Alina in city park at a big wheel and first to take a walk, eat ice-cream, and then to go and dive into bed. Domashnev, as always silently, sobralsja-has put on, has muttered: «I in university …» — also left. For conspiracy also has just in case hastened to park not on a straight line, and roundabout ways. prokruzhil on two streets, all time looking back — the tail, thanks God, was not. He has seen Alina still have published: in its liked short trousers-panties hardly below knees (could not remember in any way — bridges, whether that?), the light T-shirt-topike not so much hiding, how much underlining a breast; pupochek to all winds and sights it is opened, against a fashion — without ornaments-pendants (Alina in this respect was a relict — did not smoke neither tobacco, nor a grass, tatu and piercing did not carry, a floor-mat publicly did not swear; recognised only two generational counters — beer liked and drank on the move directly from a bottle yes a chewing elastic band could fray hours, blowing with prichmokom foolish bubbles). On person Alina as soon as has seen Domashneva, the dim, uncertain smile was habitually lighted — itself the Smoke named it "lyboj". It too has begun to smile, hands has started to plough up — to embrace, press to itself, to kiss. But suddenly the smile has flied from her lips, eyes were narrowed, the sight has slipped somewhere by Alexey Alekseevicha, for his shoulder. He, yet not having turned back, has instantly understood: oblom! And it is exact, Darya Nikolaevna came nearer to them wide step (yes as it has tracked down?!), its person blazed — though get a light. It happens for the first time that she has seen-has found them with Alina together. Domashnev struhnul: well everything, now the wife directly straight off will seize hair of the little girl and the free circus — to the people-spectators in park, despite week-day will begin, was enough. However Darya Nikolaevna in metre from them has stopped, as if has come across an invisible wall, has stretched a hand to Alina, as though trying to seize by a shoulder, but only uncertainly, somehow has ridiculously waved with it in hot air, whether threatening, whether simply gesticulating, has asked almost in a full voice: — Also it is not a shame? It is not a shame, I ask — here so appointments to arrange publicly? On them zaoborachivalis. At Domashneva has squeezed heart. But not from it, not from scandalous infamy of a situation, and that Darya's lips so is a pity, childly shivered and were bent. He even was frightened, that itself now will begin to cry with pity, has squeezed a teeth, has seized rigidly, almost roughly persistently silent and all as it is ridiculous lybjashchujusja Alina for an elbow, has dragged away, to an exit from park towards the bridge. Through fifty steps has turned back — Darya stood on the same place and looked it following. Alina went-kept up behind it silently and is obedient. Only much later, already in bed, already after a full satisfying of corporal hunger, they have started talking about it, and business has not reached nearly quarrel. Alina has declared, that its forces on a limit, that she has got tired to meet secretly and to feel "thief", that he should think up at last something, that so cannot proceed … Hardly to Alexey Alekseevichu it was possible to lower conversation on brakes, apparently, further to assure-convince to the Smoke not to drive horses, to suffer, as were persuaded, to Christmas … They have met both next day, and absolutely still, is insatiable, is violent and is sweet loved each other. Alina was especially raised. One of its ideas has especially subdued Domashneva — Alina has added-has aggravated with it as she was expressed, «the old kind classics»: as soon as it entered into it, the Smoke there and then got a uvula into his ear, in the depth and started in parallel such to get up, that Alexey Alekseevich lost feeling of a reality and who "lover" and who "mistress" … And then, minutes of a relaxation, viscous unnecessary thoughts about that very much Alina for the 20‑ти and modest "chashkinsko-sexual" practice is skilled years and raskovanna in bed … climbed to him in a head ceased to understand at times who from them "enters" and who "lets in" In five days after arrival and everyday rough meetings with Alina Domashnev has felt, that if will not give to itself (and to the Vaske!) peredyh — quite can during the next appointment oparafinitsja. And affairs has collected too much — it was necessary to prepare faculty meeting, on a kitchen garden to go … Have agreed with Alina to make 13‑го June "day off". Especially, and on a calendar it was Sunday. Eh, if the nobility to Alexey Alekseevichu, what fatal flaw it auknetsja! This day at home at Alina phone slomalsja-was disconnected (here and do not believe after that in signs and destiny signs!) so to call, in the Internet to leave so simply it not could. But nevertheless in the half third day has sent Domashnevu a vast mail from the city Internet centre: domashnev@mail.ru, on June, 13th, 14-35 (Long live progress!) Greetings, the sun! I taki have reached the Internet-centre about which you spoke. And here all works, means Rams nevertheless not lohushnik! I, pretty mine, on you have become bored! Yesterday on back glass of the bus it has been written: «I like you!» Perhaps you saw? And I here only have beheld, when almost to my stop dokatila. Throughout this theme I write-shout — I TOO LIKE YOU! I ADORE! ALREADY I MISS! I WAIT! I THINK! Today at home I can not sit — melancholy. The brother has pressed, has elicited a mobile phone, has called Lenke — has suggested to take a walk, she has kindly responded also me has rescued from «a convergence from mind». Me as if on a desert island have landed. Without a civilisation — a pipe! And without you and for a long time! But I know, that you too now think of me and miss! I will go now with Lenkoj to walk. At us from it of a marksman at 15-00. To you the letter I will add, and to it. A font here terribly small, suffer, my candy! Behind a window like has cleared up, but I hope, that you have not gone on a kitchen garden (and suddenly still will fill in-will water!). As I am glad, that you at me are, and I am at you! Remember it when absolutely hardly will be! We — together! Also it is such gift of destiny about what and to dream I did not think! As there D. N itself conducts? Torments? She will sometime calm down? Good, the God from it, It will help it (should help!). Tomorrow I will call, probably, again from bratka — we will agree about a meeting. Has put today to it on the bill dengu, therefore he does not mutter. Here, a pancake, I have flown for holidays with this phone! The darling liked, my kitten, see you tomorrow! I will think, dream, miss! To fall asleep with thought on you! Also I will wake up too from it! Whole in sponges and the most forbidden places! As though I now wished you to embrace strong-strong, well is fine, can, tomorrow (give the God!) we will have one more holiday — a meeting! Your girl Aglaja. Next day they have met at once on apartment. Alina, marvellously, was reserved in caresses and about the last Sunday to tell did not hurry up. Domashnev knew, that home it was declared late (has opened its reciprocal mail at o'clock in the morning), and when they luxuriated already in a traditional joint warm bath before leaving home, has asked as though indifferently: — Well, it was developed yesterday? Has had a rest from me? Perhaps whom has met? — Cease! — not looking to it in eyes, Alina has answered. — you know, I hate these your jokes … Wandered with Lenkoj on Quay, to its acquaintances have on a visit got — shish kebabs, beer, disks have listened … to Normally all! Alexey Alekseevich to specify details did not become. As if had a presentiment. And somehow so it has turned out — did not see after that almost week: affairs, whether that, have twirled? Communicated occasionally by phone yes in the Internet. And 20‑го, already after appointment (there was all o'kej — hotly and it is sweet!), to its traditional pozdnevechernemu to a mail with gratitude for «wonderful sex» and wishes of "hot" dreams the text file under the name of "91/2 hours», accompanied by is strange-awkward reservations has been fastened: «I Send you the new masterpiece — now in prose. Do not judge strictly is after all the first pancake! Hockey? Fantazyorka I still that! It seems to me, that I hardly in general will once write something standing and the present occurred and experienced in a reality-validity …» When Alexey Alekseevich undertook to read this "imagination", heart at it there and then, from first lines-paragraphs, has squeezed and pressed all more strongly and is more disturbing. And that! 91/2 hours
We were together nine and a half hours. It had a life, at me — the. My girlfriend Lenka with its newly made bojfrendom Andrey, I and Sergey have divided this strange country appointment into a four. As have then got out of this summer residence back in a civilisation — history, worthy a separate poem or even the saga. The main thing — have got out. If punktirno and tochechno it occurred so. Seldom going to holidays 51‑й the bus on which I should leave … Ours with Lenkoj the surprise passing in fear when us has reached, that today we can not get home, and more bolshee surprise of the boys counting, probably, for fantastic night … Any late acquaintances-summer residents of our gentlemen … And here we are waited by the car … Four on back sitting plus two on forward — total six persons going at twelve o'clock in the morning somewhere in uncertainty … It all that time, that we with it have spent alone in the second room of a summer residence, held a palm on my breast. We laid on a sofa, and my blue-eyed vizavi all could not warm in any way my breast … And I laid and thought, that now there is in my life a person who warms, is able to warm mine always a cool breast. Thought, what now, half a year back, has precisely found the second wing and at last has learnt to fly … I laid and looked on Sergey — the boy with deep blue eyes, sensual chubby lips; on the boy not from my life. This sensation both pleased, and upset — it not from my life, but our lines what for were crossed on a plane of this day. Sergey compressed and ironed my breast. And I knew, what is it there was not a passion and especially not love. It was something another. The calmness, an especial pacification … As if me, precisely severe thread, have pushed in ma-and-alju-ju-jusenkoe an ear of a needle of the old seamstress — Destinies … I laid and thought of improbable accident of this appointment. The Voskresno-holiday by all definitions began repugnant. Here second days of the house phone, something, probably did not work, has occurred at station. The plastic chatterer simply declared to me and all house boycott, and the apartment was deserted. The day off has doomed me to this irritating silence. If not this shouting silence in apartment, I would not elicit today at the brother cellular and would not appoint Lenke a meeting. And she, perhaps, would not call Andrey and Sergey which yesterday and has met. And those, in turn, would not invite us to shish kebabs. Here so unwinding a ball of all this coincidence and discrepancies, can connect absolutely other life. This morning, feeling Kolkinu a strong hand on the breast, I knew, that we, can, more never we will meet. In these hours I have learnt about him much: that it still does not have eighteen, that at it in the market own business (it carries hot tea-coffee on numbers) that dreams to open an own shop on sale sotikov, that it the Capricorn on the Zodiac sign … … And why my breast was not warmed? Kolkiny eyes played with me in prjatki, left all time somewhere in a ceiling, but when I nevertheless caught its sight, pure and warm eyes looked at me very gently and interrogatively. «I do not know, why my breast is not warmed …», — I, but not answered it, and to myself, about myself. I did not like it, he did not like me, but to us was so well and cosy with each other as if we hundred years are already familiar. There was even a sensation, that we somewhere in the remote past already had a joint life and here now, after so much years, we have again met, about what not asking simply laid in bed and mentally thanked each other for an unforgettable cool still soaring memory-butterfly. My breast in his hand, posejannoe in blackness of a heavenly height moon grain behind a window and our not clear happiness … People live the life — adjusted, with the accurate schedule of going trains. And suddenly shchyolk — and unexpected, like a nonexistent stop. Where you, with whom you? And now I laid and knew, that somewhere I am am waited by my liked person, and I will soon go-will depart to it towards, but now on my cold breast — Kolkina the hot palm which holds me and yet does not release. Something has strong connected us this evening: what we were very similar, how tired out by crowd in a corner lonely can, but happy kittens in the strangeness, can, this moon behind a window which always oddly dismissed my soul, precisely bud? I do not know. We were familiar only some hours. I first did not look narrowly at Sergey unless at once has noted: the lovely, cheerful boy, soul of the company, but with grustinkoj in eyes. I always at new acquaintance give to people of the characteristic and, as a rule, seldom I am mistaken in the forecasts. He has sat down by me, took for a hand, then, having seized the moment, priobnjal … Sergey has suddenly appeared to me is somehow unexpectedly close. Its sight became in an especial way expressive, and in his eyes I have read, that he wishes to be now with me. A reminder on my ring on the right hand and that it itself bears-marks, have shot empty, though precisely at heart. So our strange rapprochement with Sergey … has begun Already in the car on a way home he to me has told: «would buy you …» And his eyes have specified-have translated: «would redeem you at destiny and circumstances». We sat in the car, as if mochyonye apples in bank, as they say, the more the merrier: touching to each other knees, elbows, a skin, my locks zmeilis at it on a shoulder — more close also cannot be. And I thought: «What for to me these tests?» And his eyes, appear, all laughed: «I have almost bought you …» Here again, in the car, the hand has found it under clothes my breast, has quiveringly compressed. The hand was hot, but the breast for some reason and was not warmed … The boy whom I did not call, has entered into my life so simply: without knock and demand. The boy — almost doll. It was younger than me for three years, but during that moment, in the car, time as if has added on to me as early as years ten. Roles were rozdany, and performance has already begun. We spent Lenku home, have left it with Andrey and have then gone with Sergey, tormoznuv a private trader, to my house. Sergey here again did not release my breast. And if has released, probably, this communication would be lost also. The narration of ours with it of a fairy tale did not interrupt, while I felt its palm on the breast is was the main condition of a survival of a situation, is exact it literally for some seconds have turned to a live organism. Really — a fantastic fairy tale! This boy was not for me, not it is intended me! This thought revolted in my head. And I was not for it. But someone needed to push off us for the sake of experiment. But it and is not has gone right: my breast was not warmed … And I knew, that tomorrow my liked and unique man will instantly warm it, hardly having touched with the wide warm palm. And still to me it was sad … Alina LATUNKINA. Alexey Alekseevich there and then, fingers jumping from impatience, nastuchal a boiling mail: a pier, what is it??!! You have become crazy?! It that, all was actually?! What for you in general have gone on these foolish shish kebabs??!! Alina has chilly written to the answer: say, so it has turned out supposedly a case, coincidence of circumstances, and in general, do not go mad, anything criminal was not … And in general, same the art story, instead of the reporting … «But you with it NAKED laid in bed?!» — it was not appeased Domashnev. «Not tupi, Lyosha, — Alina, — not in bed, and on a sofa, and completely not naked brought to reason: I was in jeans, only a vest and a brassiere have removed — a heat nesusvetnaja, and in darkness already … That in it such? On a beach now pretty often without brassieres sunbathe … Cease tupit!.» In the subsequent mails she even seriously to become angry the beginnings: it is necessary to be such unmodern, old-fashioned, OLD! Well its this Sergey for a breast has touched, embraced, has tried to be glued … On it all and has come to an end. He, Alexey, knows, that she only likes it!. To hours to two nights were somehow explained, have dipped the conflict. Domashnev has exhausted, has decided not to aggravate a situation, not to get to the bottom of superfluous details. But the muddy pain in a shower remained — it was especially disturbed-had amazed by the fact of a birth-writing of "story": means, it remembered-thought all the week long that gopher, about their meeting, the grief concerning what «it not for it is intended», about its warm palm on a breast?. For the next day, when they, as always before a campaign on apartment, chose-bought in shop something to tea and fruit, Alexey Alekseevich, unfortunately, has noticed, that on one of counters the battery of bottles of champagne and the colourful announcement is exposed explained-advertised: sale of a new grade on polovinnoj to the price. — Give we take? — He has for fun offered. — the freebie is sweet! Alina unexpectedly for it it agree has nodded a head. Well and well! First all was perfect. Alexey Alekseevich has cooled celebratory wine under a stream of ice water, has covered a table in a room, has poured bubbling sweet on glasses, they have clinked glasses, have drunk for fun on brudershaft, have hot kissed. From for a long time forgotten taste of champagne, from its intoxicated pressing Domashnev has there and then floated, razduharilsja. Hardly later, in bed, and … Alina too at all was tireless and violent both had fun, and was given to it with all the heart, from wine and caresses itself has got drunk … But somehow suddenly fun has come to naught, conversation on THOSE shish kebabs, another's summer residences, a cold breast, creative imagination … has begun-has gone Have left cool. Further, the next days, probably, there were new findings-out-dismantlings, quarrels-scandals are Domashnev recollected subsequently hardly, vaguely, through hungover dregs-veil. Alas, it is absolutely unintentional, unexpected and imperceptible for itself it has slid off in banal hard drinking. Just as earlier. And just as earlier, according to the loose scenario, there have come days when Alexey Alekseevich was locked in the room, has disconnected the computer, has disconnected phone and has practically interrupted at all all and all communications with an external world, with everyones now not necessary to it though and liked hot-tempered persons who gad on another's summer residences and allow to touch itself for a breast and even that more … There was it only in the mornings — opohmelitsja, to remove a new portion of money from the book yes to be overstocked with goods by alcohol for the next days. The wife in the first days on a habit tried to row-bring to reason, then on a former habit declared full boycott. Alina veselilas-was delayed nine and a half hours, Domashnevu it was required two and a half a week … Where it is new Fellini or, at the worst, Zalmana King to find yes to represent all it in film paints! When he has regained consciousness and left in the Internet, there in a box some mails from Alina waited for it, it was melancholy to read which from which he has understood, that drunk and called to it, and even appointed appointments: «Lyosha, you absolutely raskuksilsja?! I like you and I think only of you …»; «Well you where? I came at 22-00 THERE, as well as have agreed, wished to spend with you NIGHT, called-rang at a door but so anybody and has not opened. Perhaps you slept, but I am assiduous also stings on a call, and hollowed! You where? Promised to stay till the morning in our HOUSE! What is up? why you do not hold the promises? What for you drink?! There is I!!! I want SOBER happiness together with you!.»; «all it has bothered me! I cannot any more and I do not want! There are no forces!.»; «you know, I really am not necessary to you! Alcohol to you replaces ALL! Good, it is your choice and your life! I will always remember you and, maybe, even to like!!! Farewell, Lyosha! Thanks for all!.» On seventh of July they have met. There was an anniversary — exactly their half a year with Alina of the JOINT life, their love. Alexey Alekseevich almost has completely regained consciousness, has come to the senses — has been smoothfaced, brushed, in a light shirt and the ironed out trousers. Appointment have arranged first in their liked cafe "Peak". Domashnev has reserved a white wine bottle «a love Kiss». Alina has not minded. Have drunk, have eaten. Spoke frostily, but it is tender, everyone — with feeling of fault. Have become bored the friend of the friend terribly. Later, in bed, they could not be sated the friend with the friend in any way. As a matter of fact did not unclench embrace, were not separated, were not removed from each other both hour, and two … Have regained consciousness already in full darkness. Domashnev it was removed-has disappeared at last from a body of the beloved, it was wearily pulled. In a head were poured, as if water on a river rift, light thoughts: «Well here, all type-top! Whether this happiness? Will suffice to be foolish! To drink I fasten … More than any quarrels-misunderstanding …» Suddenly thoughts have made a zigzag: «And for that to us anniversaries to wait? It is necessary now, tomorrow sehatsja-converge and live together … will be stronger we to love each other hardly — where! Everything, now I will make an official proposal!» Alexey Alekseevich has reached in darkness, has switched on on a table a lamp, has half-risen on an elbow to glance to Alina in eyes. Its eyes were wet from tears. The person was bent from a genuine grief. — What? What's happened? You of that?! — it has become stupid. Alina has closed an eye palm, deafly, through vshlipy has squeezed out. — Lyosh, excuse, it is our last meeting! Domashnev only has burst out laughing. On a return way has come into cafe, has added a glass of vodka (in the latest time!), has come home whistling. Continuing to whistle, has switched on the computer, left in the Internet, has received-has opened a mail from Smokes which she has sent, it appears, before the appointment: domashnev@mail.ru, on July, 7th, 14-56 (Everything, that I I think) Lyosha! I write now to you from the Internet-centre — has dropped in before ours with you LAST meeting. Everything, that occurs now between us, alas, naturally! You — the best! But — I cannot see you drunk! I of it with CHashkinym naterpelas. Lyosha! Lyoshenka! For God's sake, stop to drink!!! Listen to me, I am afraid, I worry, I suffer, I suffer how you at all do not represent to yourself! To me so it is bitter — you have left in hard drinking and by that me HAVE thrown, HAVE betrayed: you do not represent, as all of them on me these days have snatched (and my ancestors, and D. N yours, and other "interested" people) … I do not wish more such to suffer! To me it nekomfortno! Be happy! I always think of you! Lyoshenka, do not do nonsense, I ask you — do not begin to hate me! I very much wish to see you at faculty — the native and close little man, to communicate with you! Well? You — my MOST LIKED person and the professor-teacher, and the writer! Necessarily write about us the novel!!! Only you it can! Use our mails, I trust you! Call, write. It is possible, I will sometimes come to you into an office and you will treat me with tea? I will always wait for your calls and mails!!! And … like me … like … Farewell!!! Alina. |
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© Rosedkin Sergey Nikolaevich, 2001 |
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