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LJUPOF P. 18 |
3. Orgazm Domashnev, and the truth, was this evening in the superraised condition — 7‑е January should become solving, critical, fatal day in them with Alina relations. Or the sir, or was gone! Not only that a great orthodox holiday (should, the Lord the God should help!) Not only that anniversary from the date of their first appointment in the fullest and universal sense, but besides it Alexey Alekseevich has prepared for Alina and an amazing surprise about which has hinted still on December, 29th: news about freedom and the hand and heart offer. Yes, yes! On December, 29th in passport Domashneva there was a stamp about official divorce with Darya Nikolaevnoj: all has occurred promptly, immediately, within three days — in a regional registry office their general acquaintance worked. With Darya already and quarrels-dismantlings at all were not, have already agreed-have solved, that Domashnev after New year, after Christmas will move down on demountable apartment. Alexey Alekseevich and documents on an extract already in zhilkontoru has handed over, terribly regretting, that the passport with a happy stamp to Alina cannot because of it show-show. Darya Nikolaevnu even ostensibly did not excite, with «young suchkoj» the it is going to to live or one — it in general to the former husband full boycott declared. It and to the best, Domashnevu too not to the former wife was — all thoughts only about tomorrow. Alexey Alekseevich in all details represented-dreamt, as well as that will tell, how thus will embrace-will kiss, as Alinka It will react … even about trifles has not forgotten: it is necessary, for example, at once foul earrings of it nesushkina (after all for certain in them will be!) from Alina's ears softly to take out and in a garbage can to throw out. Skolkih efforts it should hold all these days the sweet news as fiduciary, but tomorrow Alina, it is possible not to doubt, it will be stunned, amazed and it is first lost. Certainly, she will dare at sharp crisis in destiny not at once, but that she eventually by an outcome of evening or even night will agree to marry it — Domashnev did not doubt almost … And, it is probable, so it and happens, if not Destiny intervention … And the Destiny about what Alexey Alekseevich yet did not suspect, has already met to it on a way when it came back in the evening after appointment to Alina. The destiny looked like the whitish and fat muzhik of uncertain age with pink cheeks, a double chin and a blissful grin on thick lips. This person similar to the cook or zazhravshegosja of the footman, carried a surname antonymous Domashnevu — Dikov, worked as the programmer in the Internet centre of technical university, was registered in old acquaintances and even Alexey Alekseevicha's friends and owed it from time immemorial one thousand roubles. Well as there was a reptile! Naturally, has started julit-apologise for neotdachu, to assure, that in the beginning of next year will precisely give. And here any durja force as if has pushed Alexey Alekseevicha under lokotok, has whispered-has prompted idiotic idea: — Listen, Dikov, — it has interrupted waggings of the friend. — you is not necessary to me, more correctly washing, one thousand, you to me it better in kind return … Fie, do not think that! I mean: you in the Internet-tsetre serve — can the password from a mail box of one your client for me learn? — Elementary, Watson! — the demon has joyfully bleated. — give a surname and an e-mail address. And here Domashneva is even stronger under an elbow has pushed — to it and e-mail a gopher that it too to the Internet under the reduced rate in BGTU is connected was known also. — And two? — But прóблем!. However, Alexey Alekseevich also has forgotten while about this meeting. Having sent a mail to Alina, it was disconnected from the Network, poraskladyval on the monitor for calm of soul patiences, and already after twelve nights has again glanced in the Internet: can, Alinka that else "pisnula"? But in its box the message from Dikova … waited Well it is bad, is dishonourable, unintelligent — to look in another's mail boxes! Knew, Alexey Alekseevich knew it, and understood-professed, however now to be kept was above its forces. Absolutely Dostoevsky's reasoning from «Brothers Karamazovyh» was by the way recollected: «It is impossible even to imagine all shame and moral falling with which it is capable to get on revnivets without any remorse. And after all not that that it were all trite and dirty souls. On the contrary, with heart high, with love chistoju, polnoju self-sacrifices, it is possible to hide at the same time under tables, to bribe the meanest people and to get on with samoju skvernoju a dirt shpionstva and interception …» Good luck! The password at Alina has appeared there is no place — «univer» is easier. Domashnev has inhaled some times as before immersing in a whirlpool, has levelled breath and HAS entered. Mails in its box of the liked were not saved. Available there was only one mail, fresh, just, five minutes ago, arrived. On niku at once it was possible to guess — from poet Zamzueva from Moscow. Domashnev has opened. It has appeared, that in the reciprocal letter of poet Zamzueva Alina's mail is enclosed: "Comfortably" — a familiar word, whether I have said it (and can, this telephone conversation has dreamt me?). Max, I look, a winter theme and you a reserve (come on my page!). To me too «this winter near to you it is comfortable». Oh, on "you" has passed, it is necessary! For a long time thought, how it to make, but here and has made. Cool! I hope, no trouble! Create! Write! For "comfortably separately thanks! How to you my voice — tickles? Mrr, mrr! I already all have caved in! Once again — happy New Year and Christmas! Happiness in creativity and LOVE!!! (Can — and to me …) Alinka-smoke. P. S. And from what I such playful?! Tomorrow, can, I will call... P. P. S. It is glad, that you have appeared in my life (and, apparently, it is not casual)! » Domashnev only has bitterly grinned: Alina was in the repertoire (in similar style obshchalas-corresponded and on Stihi.ru). And on "you" already with this goat Zamzuevym has passed … "Goat" answered in corresponding tone: «Alinochka-Dymochka, thanks, the darling, I am very touched! Wished to write to you, but you have outstripped me. And your voice by phone also has appeared is pleasant (excuse — it is exciting!), as well as your creativity. At me more and more or less. Though before New year to me last time is more and more melancholy. With the wife, in a family circle to meet New year I do not like. But there is no place … more To you, Alinka, in my opinion 23 years if I am not mistaken, and me 32. Magic of figures. This year it will come to an end. There will be another. As a whole I something have got tired for all these years infinite struggle for existence and now when I rather many have achieved, somehow already it is not necessary. If only to me gift, the talent not to lose … I did not sleep two nights (about a life including of you thought much!), therefore brains a little thaw. To you too happiness in new year. I hope, in him we will meet and between us there will be SOMETHING … With tenderness and liking Maksimilian Zamzuev. P. S. Yes, by the way, I have received the award of name Kedrina. But it so — vanity... » Fie! Alexey Alekseevich as if delaying time, it was disconnected, has passed on kitchen, has made strong coffee, as though not hurrying up, even savouring, has drunk the big cup, has returned to a room, was connected. The password of a gopher has appeared even more moronically — number of room phone of Alina: 726732. Domashnev has entered into a box, has looked round. At once it was possible to understand: entering mails were saved 30 days, proceeding were not saved, but nevertheless there were some pieces — sent, is visible, direct from a server. All entering have appeared from Alina. Already having thrown a cursory glance on themes-sebzham, Alexey Alekseevich has realised-has felt, THAT now will read-will see. As if the spasm has reduced heart and has started to braid all more strongly in process of reading … * * * To mine the Ringlet, on December, 7th, 23-14 (Baju-baj!) Kohl how you were reached-has reached, you there snow has not brought? And that I will go now to dig out! Without you to me not to live! And now about the pleasant: I like, I miss, I wait... To Quiet you zimne-snow night, let your dreams will be same beautiful, as kinds behind a window, but not such cold, and warm and gentle! See you tomorrow, kisyonok! Chmok-chmok. Yours Alinchik. To mine the Ringlet, on December, 9th, 0-08 (I kryshnjak takes down!) Kolka, a pancake, what I at you — mad, gljuchnaja and indecently clever! Such punishment also has got to you?! But you all the same like me, and that you will obey mine otgovorov and you will tell: «Indeed, on figs to me it?» You hear, like as you can, on the full... Because without your love I will definitively fly from coils! I have fallen in love on the ears! Well, good night to you, my hero! And long live jadryonyj sex is I to you subconsciousness I fill, that the dream was the madman and we there were engaged in love, as most chekanutye and mad on light! I give smacking kiss to you in both heads (hi-hi!. Excuse!). Yours of the Smoke (with Matryonkoj on pair!). To mine the Ringlet, on December, 9th, 23-05 (the Theme uneasy) Kolka, thanks, that you at me are, I do not know, that would do (as a vein!) without you! If I tuplju (and it happens quite often!), believe, business not in you, and in me (my head with the enormous cockroaches!). I ask, try to accept me such what is. Even when I am angry, take offence, I look indifferent, severe... Is only a protective cover weak, supersensitive, the little girl! Remember during such difficult and painful moments — I all the same like you, I think of us and in a shower I become crazy from quarrel! Such here difficult philosophy of a life, but such at us with you of a head! Good, it is good to press in a jungle similar ekzistentsy (especially for the night!), therefore I wish you dreams of the most pleasant and ABOUT me (or WITH me!) Zachmokivaju! Yours usi-pusi. To mine the Ringlet, on December, 10th, 23-14 (Love — mail!) Kohl, preferential remains to Internet-time at me not so much so the economy now begins. But letters to you is sacred! So here I send... I constantly think of you! And this night too I will be in embraces of my HERO! Good night, tired mine... You HAVE in a fantastic way tired me today! I touch your juicy sponges the most gentle kiss! See you tomorrow! Dream me! Yours printsesska. To mine the Ringlet, on December, 11th, 23-58 (the Declaration of love!) Kolenka! I — the happiest on light, because liked by you and living for the sake of and for the sake of you! You — my life, my destiny! Today me as never pulled to you: the body has become bored of your touches, eyes — on your sights, lips — on kisses... Matryona — itself you know, on whom (all has yearned!!!). I have completely sprouted in you, through you, in you... The Little man you my native, be always nearby! Like! Wait! Call! Grieve! Dream! Whisper! Steal! Kiss! Embrace! Caress! Enter!. At night all I will be filled by you! We will meet in our dream! P. S. Thanks, that was not afraid today to execute mine predorgazmicheskuju the request — to REMAIN IN me UP TO THE END! Be not afraid, the kid, I speak: one more kid yet does not threaten us — at me tomorrow krantik will open … Your little girl. To mine the Ringlet, on December, 12th, 11-37 (From sick … and enamoured!) Good morning, my sun! The tummy at me the beginnings bo-bo, krantik to open does not hurry, even analginum and a hot bath yet do not operate... As it would be desirable, that you have embraced, have pressed to yourself, have stopped a pain. But, alas, my female nature is that — to suffer in SUCH days. I kiss you, my sweet! Think of me... As you will come — call, I hope, by this time oklematsja. Yours angelchik. To mine the Ringlet, on December, 12th, 22-28 (Imagination!) Kolka! I embrace you fingers, resnichkami, sponges, sights... I the most insatiable... You will always not suffice Me! You — my persuasive dream! Freud on me cries bitterly, because I want you, wanted and I will wish to LIKE! Good night, liked, your pillow still smells as me so, you will fall asleep with my smell! Let at today's December night the southern September dream will dream you: the sea, sand, the sun, a breeze and I — wet and salty — go to you... lan2004@mail.ru, on December, 12th, 23-00 (Wanting — wanting!) The sun, spakojnoj nights! If you yet pochufstvovala I in you, tickle and I coil, calming your desire. Soon you "vyzdorovish" also can make with me shto will want, on shto your imagination for now sleep easy will be capable and there is nothing think, I near, like, I grieve, whole, I want, I wait. Yours Kolka! To mine the Ringlet, on December, 13th, 14-40 (I Write, I write!) Solar you mine! I have returned with two news: one — good, another — bad. Bad — and has not picked up to itself stockings (I whimsical!), good — has bought 1,5 litres of juice and all vyhlebala (a dry trees, a pancake!). Be worked-work, my sun, but take care, find time and for rest! Health is more expensive than any money! I wait for you! I lick! (And you, and the Cornflower!!!) Your love. nesushkin@mail.ru, on December, 22nd, 12-15 (the Confession of the person sick of love) Kolka, pretty, good morning! Now I will go to Lenke for now has dropped in in the Internet-centre (my computer still under repair) and here — I write to you. For a long time I did not write you letters and already, under the truth, have become bored of these messages-employment. Much after all to people to write easier, than to tell eyes in eyes. Kohl, I slept today a little, all thought — what I all the same the silly woman! To me so has carried — I have met SUCH person, as YOU (of what only dreamt!) And here now, liking you it is mad, I behave at times simply disgustingly. Heart shrivels, in a throat — a clod, in the opinion of tear stand, and I something prove all to someone. I very much am afraid of a pain. No, not an exact phrase. I am very tired from a pain. I want, that you caused me only a sweet pain: hot embraces, kisses, our interlacings... Any other person needs to try very-very well to offend-touch — on it at me the reservation from cynicism and a cold is laid up. You can wound me even the tiniest igolochkoj because I am opened — this reservation for a long time already pylitsja on attics of my reason. With you it is not necessary to me. But as soon as igolochka sticks into my defenceless soul — this reservation (already reflex, automatically) is put on. The God sees — I do not want it, but it already at instinct level. You will ask: «What for to you from me to be protected?» There is no need! But the sore point always prayerfully appeals to antidote. My antidote is a reservation when it on me — any more so it is sick. But here there is other danger — it hard to remove, as it is heavy to remove a multikilogram armour to the knight. I know, that you wait for my first step, and I wait for it, but in this armour it is heavy to me to make it — these fetters do not start up, do not allow to breathe freely. Kolka, know, that under this most devil's reservation — for you waits, likes, all pines the same Alinka, yours Alinka, the Smoke, a kitten, printsesska... Allow not to quarrel, compromises — the big help in the "hot" situations, thought up by clever people. Why not to use this help?! I wish to be always with you: to live, divide both pleasure and a grief, to wake up together, to care of you, to LIKE, LIKE, LIKE... My sun, I have become bored of you, more soon you to see! You do not represent, as I all these days our quarrel dreamt Of YOU. And places did not suffice any bad thoughts in my ENAMOURED head: I thought of our pleasure — to see each other, to embrace and be the happiest on light. But any debilizm stirs! I am in many respects guilty (I know and I repent!), more precisely, my mentality — madly astable most complicated mechanism with tiny pruzhinkami, small screws and boltikami... To Bring down job of this engine very easily — breakage is guaranteed against one only touches of the LOVED ONE. To the stranger, left homo to the sapiens — the input in this system is closed, and you have all codes-passwords to my mentality. Please, Kolka, protect it, be cautious from it, I — very fragile and gentle. Simply like me and this mechanism will get stronger in due course, becomes stronger and will work on us! On this optimistic note I finish the Internet-opus and I hurry to prepare for our meeting! I wait for it! I WAIT for you! I give smacking kiss to my seal in its short moustaches, a tail (??!) and a nouse! I like you! Yours ofonarevshaja Alinka. To mine Kolenke, on December, 28th, 23-20 (My, my, my!) My pleasure! Excuse, that I have a little impaired a little today the ending of evening , is more exact — my physiology, is even more exact — mine Matryonka: all gurgles also here! Such I weak! After all gurgles because I like, I want, I can not be sated!. Kohl! Good night to you and me! Let in our dream all DESIRES will come true! See you tomorrow! Kiss there for me the scarlet, divine sponges (a joke!). To mine Kolenke, on December, 28th, 23-50 (Wake in me an animal!) The sun, shine to me and at night! Good night, sweet! Attention: the IMAGINATION BECAME more active!!! Move on a bed and let in me the embraces! More gently... Yes, here so! Well and now keep! I after all also am scratched! And AS I bite! Your kitty. lan2004@mail.ru, on December, 29th, 7-12 (Your hungry) Thanks for meil. Completely atdajus to you in the imagination power. The sun, you super, I garzhus you, very much flatters me that you are at me. I like you! Shine to me and further. Whole everywhere. Your febrifugal zhazhdoutolitel. To mine Kolenke, on December, 30th, 23-47 (to the Grief!) Konfetochka mine! Sladenkaja and unforgettable! I like you! You were today such darling! Thanks! Thanks, that you are at me! Tomorrow again I will strangle you in the embraces! Prepare!!!! For now I wait for a dream, and there — appointments to you! Hot and greedy lobyzaju you from top and to ankles, not having passed ANY OSTANOVOCHKI! Kolka, tenyochek mine, I wish you the most pleasant bainkov! I simply was on the top of the world today with happiness when saw you near to me sleepy, sleeping, snuffling, prichmokivajushchim... Not the boy, and an angel! You — are simple a miracle! My lump of happiness! To anybody you I will not give! I wish to wake up every morning with you and every night to fall asleep! I hope, this time not far off! Your soaring. To mine Kolenke, on December, 31st, 9-42 (the Theme!!!) Mikolaj Evgenivich! You agree to be mine... The partner in life? P. S. It was a question rhetorical — not demanding the answer. I like! Kind, good morning! See you in five hours! ;-) Alin Naumych. lan2004@mail.ru, on December, 31st, 11-07 (… looking to you in eyes!) Alina Naumovna, you are already connected sa by me, shtoby holding me for a hand, iti and to rejoice lives. Only strong, joint the hand in a hand, will help us to pass a long and happy way sovmestnaj lives. Be happy, and I will be radovatsja for you, and to try to do you still shchastlivej. I like you. Kind celebratory morning! I, yours tenyok! To mine Kolenke, on January, 3rd, 23-47 (About love …) Kolka! Already sos-ku-chi-las! You know, than I was engaged today? At us at faculty have thought up to publish student's magazine and first number leaves akkurat in February by Day of sacred Valentine. Well and me have charged to write the leading article. I here have outlined a draught copy — zatseni: «I know one true: souls meet on lips enamoured. And I know it absolutely precisely because itself it is enamoured — in a mad way I like the boy with sky eyes! Which, fortunately, has appeared real. LOVE … Only six letters of the alphabet and what behind them opens the Universe. And a soft sign — as if a laurel branch. The enamoured person comprehends a dialogue modern language — speaks sights, embraces, kisses … Ah as my boy is able is sweet to kiss!. Fools assert, that the love is only physiology, that the eternal love does not happen … Ridiculous! I here absolutely precisely know and is assured, that my love to my boy with sky eyes will not die never, after all a meeting with it — the main event in my life. Ah, as I am happy!. In Day of sacred Valentine I will tell to the liked: My beautiful prince, your gentle princess has spread beds... Ahead night of mad love! Palms will merge with palms, lips with lips, bodies with bodies, day with a night, the sun with the moon, a life with death... There will be nothing, except us... Emptiness swallows the world because it is not present... All has stood and waits... Waits for our SHOUT... Morning will be tomorrow, I will wake up on your breast and I will light for you the sun!. » Here so, pretty! The title will be «I you I like …», and the signature — «Sumasshedshe enamoured Alina LATUNKINA». CHmok! CHmok! P. S. Kolka, really you did not look on 1‑му «the Vanilla sky»? Filmets — a class! lan2004@mail.ru, on January, 4th, 10-36 (My "singer") The sun, very beautifully, was pleasant to me, brave product. Mine printsesoj the muse, it harosho owns. Here I till a dinner will complete the business and... You I also will already own, gently, strasno, laskavo, and it is pleasant, more pleasantly, than the word is pleasant. Being shrouded in warm and fresh aroma of your body. I wait I will not wait, when I will blink from yours aslepitelnogo lights, mine Solnyshko! Yes meetings! Already undress! Yours Tenyok! To mine Kolenke, on January, 6th, 22-09 (Kind night, sladenky!) Kolka, I like you, and this main thing!!! The rest — a peel from sunflower seeds! I like you how ANYBODY And NEVER LIKED!!! Domashnev and nearby did not roll! I am convinced more and more, that did not like it. More precisely, I liked INVENTED it! And you, mine «the boy with sky eyes» — real, also I like you REALLY! Miracle my beloved! As though I wished to touch now you, to your gentle skin to feel you in myself... On a shower it is empty without you... Come to me in a dream, I have had time to become bored! I will wait in postelke, in sinenkoj to a T-shirt and with a spark in eyes! A kiss — the password in our dream! I have already entered, and you? Yours of the Smoke. |
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