1. Presto

Her husband was a complete asshole. This happens sometimes. Bright women husbands are full of nothingness. This leads to doubt the brightness of these women. But not with her, not with her ... I imagined how in the morning he went out to the balcony in large family shorts, thoughtfully and methodically scratching eggs. And he said something like - "What a morning!", And so every day. When he sat on a chair, he spread his legs so much, as if he had a globe between them. It seemed to him courageous.

In his youth, he was a notable young man, yet, to the end, he read the "Ulysses" to the end. So he said at least. She did not particularly like him, but his attention was flattering. One day, he offered to go to his dacha for apples, she agreed. Why? She did not know, apparently, she felt that this was her fate.

It was a warm autumn day, she walked with a light step, he whistled.

We sat in a room on a crappy creaky sofa, drank some kind of shitty wine from the cellar. He began to pester as if there was nothing interesting in this, with laziness. He kissed her sticky lips, squeezed his chest with his hand, threw him on the sofa. She did not resist, it had to happen sooner or later. Sweaty hand, scratching, crawled on the thigh. The other hand ripped off the panties. In the puffing silence, the nasty sound of a thunderbolt rang out. Hard little dick made his way between his legs. He did his job snorting and silently, when he finished not saying a word. He got up, pulled on his underpants, without buttoning his fly, sat down on a chair, took an apple and began to crackle it loudly. He looked at her like Hannibal after his victory at Cannes.

They parted in the subway, she had wet eyes and a bag, with these fucking apples, and he was happy and tired.

They got married in three months. He slowly grew old, his teeth began to resemble the ruins of the Counts, at home he walked in his underpants, not noticing that the dick sometimes fell out of them. Sometimes, he tapped her slightly. Marriage is like marriage. She closed in on herself, lost friends. He was indifferent, he, of course, had a mistress who sucked him through a stick. For this - trips to restaurants, to the circus, the wall in the apartment. 2. Largo e mesto

She sat next to me in the Small Hall of the Conservatory. The pianist played Beethoven’s Seventh Sonata. It was interesting to watch her reaction. Sometimes the face was lighted up with a smile, sometimes the eyes were covered with sadness. Her eyes, all understanding eyes. During the intermission, she asked me for a program:

- What did not have time to buy?

Word for word.

- My name is Tanya.

- Me Dima, very nice.

After the concert, we walked slowly along Tverskoy Boulevard, she said:

- Beethoven was a very vulnerable and notorious person. It seems to me that all his problems are not from deafness, but from the fact that he was simply not loved, that he was not understood by women. He knew that he was a genius, but he was lonely. He also needed so little ... Therefore, he is not outspoken, he is terribly secretive. His symphonies about his soul do not say anything, only sonatas reveal it. What do you think?

- I don't like Beethoven. Just a pianist my friend.

When we crossed the road, I took her hand. She somehow immediately handed it to me, trustingly and thoughtlessly. For me, a woman's hand in her hand is one of the greatest pleasures. Little warm palm in my lapische.

I had to leave the subway, she said that she was married, I said that I didn’t care. I want to see her again. Exchanged phone numbers. 3. Menuetto. Allegro

She called a week later, offered to meet. We sat on Clean Ponds. She told me everything about apples, about “Ulysses”, about the dick sticking out of panties. At the same time, she spoke completely indifferently, as if someone whose life had nothing to do with her.

A beggar approached us. He told her, pointing to me:

- Look, what are his hands, he can discourage you from anyone. When you give me a coin, make a wish.

I did not have the little things, she gave him a couple of rubles. Then we went to me. She gave herself to me without emotion and tears.When I fucked her, at the same time, without ceasing said:

- You are a unique woman, you should not belong to this nothingness. You cannot, in general, belong to anyone alone. You have an excellent education, you can find a good job. You will live while with me, then you will rent an apartment. You will turn the heads of the peasants. You can still change, nothing is lost. There is still a lot of openness in you that awaits in your depths of your Columbus. You have everything a man needs, and a little more that will drive him crazy.

Suddenly she said:

- My God, I finished.

She cried. She cried for the first time ever.

“You know,” she said later, “I’m unhappy, even now, when one of the best moments in my life.” I just think that now I should be happy, but since I am not happy at this moment, it makes me just unhappy. Totally miserable.

I looked at her, bare shamelessly bashful, hands behind her head. Blackening armpits, black triangle, which together with the armpits make up a larger triangle. And eyes, eyes.

- What do you dream about? She asked.

- About you.

- I have you.

- No, you are not, I do not have, just as you have your muzvon. 4. Rondo. Allegro

Then I did something stupid. I acted like everyone else. I set an ultimatum. Either he or me. She did not even think. Just shrugged.

Her husband was a complete asshole. This happens sometimes. Bright women husbands are full of nothingness.