21.00

Apartment, conceived as a nest, but reminiscent of a den. Doorbell.

- Hello. You look well, ”He said, revealing,“ I miss you. ”

And he thought: “No. I will not entrust both trucks to Stepanych. He began to steal, son of a bitch ... "

“Thank you,” she said, taking off her raincoat, “And you look tired.” Something happened?

And she thought: “Do not forget to then drop into the pharmacy on duty. Aspirin, validol and these ... as them ... "

- It happened. My pussy was five minutes late - and the world began to heel on its side, - He said, taking a bottle of wine, - Another seven minutes, and would become one more Titanic ...

“And to whom, except Stepanich? ... It’s scary for an alien, among his own best ...”

- Sorry, Kitty ... - She said, climbing into a childlike chair, with legs, - I'm a business woman for you ...

"What are these pills called? ... You need to call your mom, ask again ..."

- Ask for forgiveness on your knees, slave, destined ... - He murmured, pouring full glasses, - But first ... Here ... Your wine ...

“And with Stepanychem, to talk over a bottle of vodka, to fill the muzzle in a friendly way, not much, maybe it will be corrected ... Resolved. Tomorrow ... So that the goods did not stand ... "

- Ah, sovereign, - She amusedly twisted her arms, - And without wine, the soul of repentance is full ...

“Mom something completely unstuck. We must return early today ... And tomorrow I will lead her to normal doctors, it’s enough to disfigure the clinic already ... "

- And yet - drink to start. And then we proceed to the penitential procedures, - He gave her a personal example, draining his glass in two sips.

“Scandal is wine ... And the girl is good ... And Stepanych is a bitch cat, tomorrow I will deal with him”

- For you, Kitty ... Grow big ... - She also drank in one gulp and lit a cigarette, waiting for drunkenness, like subway trains, to take a nap on the bench to the final one.

“Sweet wine, ugh ... How many times have I told him that I don't like that!”

- Still? - He reached for the bottle.

“Sit quietly. We must put the music ... "

- Certainly cute. You know how much I love sweets! - She took a glass in a cigarette-free hand and alternated the useless with the unpleasant, smiling.

"And Kitty, it seems, is really tired ... She arrived in vain ... And did not jump to the pharmacy ..."

22.30 The entire staircase, from the security guard on the ground floor to the cleaning woman in the attic, listens to Harry Moore. Our heroes finished the second bottle of wine and just got tired of dancing.

“Well, well,” He said, sitting down in a chair, “The time of repentance has come ...”

And I thought: "I hope today it will not bite ..."

- I am ready, my lord, - She knelt in the pose of a repentant sinner. She even folded her palms in quite a decent manner. Only a piece of live dough, which she began to roll out, was from another opera.

"A Christmas tree was born ... in the forest ... it grew ... it grew ... so ... so ..."

“Eat me,” He smiled. - So, it seems, spoke a pie?

"We need to make the music quieter ... It hinders ..."

- Yes. I’d just understand which side is diminutive, and which side is magnifying ... ”She licked his“ pie ”, more like a mushroom, first on one side, then on the other side of the cap ...

“It's time to get a haircut. Tired of spitting on your own hair ... "

“From any side, the lick will increase ... From what bite it will decrease ...,” He muttered in a strangled voice ...

"Lord, what vulgarity ... disgusting ... trash ... Favorite fairy tale of a daughter ..." 22. 45 Fussing on the floor in total silence.

“My dear, my dear ...” He whispered, squinting from the light at the end of the tunnel, through which he drove his mole in jolts ...

And I thought: "Honey, my dear ..."

- My dear, my dear ... - She echoed, oozing sweet birch bark around his trunk ...

And I thought: "Honey, my dear ..."

23. 15 A glass of wine "on the road", a cigarette just like that, silence. You can hear the guard on the first floor fucking with a cleaning lady under Harry Moore. A brownie, conceived as a nestling, looks out from under the sofa with yellow wolf eyes.

“I feel good with you ...” He whispered. - Will you come tomorrow?

And I thought: “Although, what the hell is tomorrow ... I must deal with Stepanych ...”

- I will try. - she said.- I'll call you back in the afternoon. I'm with you is also very, very good ...

And I thought: “I have time for the subway. I will run to the pharmacy tomorrow morning, before work ... Do not forget to call here in the afternoon and say that I cannot ... ”

“Hrumm,” said Divan.

And I thought nothing.

“When will they calm down, finally? ...” thought Domovoi.

And he said nothing. © Mr. Kiss, One Hundred Splinters of One Sense, 1998–1999