That New Year in goroskopy it was necessary to meet in red, and I took with me in a colorful little French dress. Fortunately it did not take a lot of space in the roadbook. Honestly speaking, I have never worn such short and tight fitting clothes. Raised in a French-Soviet family, I preferred jeans and sweater to every life. It may be, in part, because I lacked some kind of purely feminine tricks, coquetry, courage in clothes and insolence in bed, Sasha walked away from me. Svetka, a girlfriend who lived with her black-skinned man in Paris, called me "amoeba in a swoon." It was she who knocked me to kypit this fateful dress. In the model cabin she, having smoothed the last fold on me, came to the east:
- You are in it just a charm! Kykolka! Barby! Patricia Kaas! Full mortality!
And I took ...
Initially, it seemed to me that there was not a shorter New Year in my life and would not be. In Krasnodar, I was brought to the anniversary of my military leader, who had been born 70 years ago, just like New Year's Eve. The company is still the same - veterans of the legal authority and their friends are God's godfathers. I myself in my small French chyvvovala white crow, the gift of that in the red feathers. By the third toast at the table, the nephew of the professional anniversary celebrant appeared - a tall blond, champion of Latvia in canoeing. He sat down on me, and, of course, the game began to reinterpret.
Serving guests came out to the staircase, where an iron ashtray-tin was fixed on the iron grid, which prevented the passage to the passageway. As soon as I got up, as soon as the champion of the railing appeared, I asked ya cigarette. We met - Aivap, Rita ... We chatted about the time of tobacco for sportsmen. Down to the table. Then they got out again. And once again a secular, non-binding thing, although I felt like his eyes burned through a dress. I forgot about this evening.
Half an hour before the New Years party call, Aivap again showed me with his eyes: “Let us go?” I already got enough of myself, but followed him. All the rest remained behind with a goal. Aivar uncovered an open grill.
- Do you want to look at the city super? - He suggested, and we got out on a wide flat roof of a residential tower.
I didn’t sleep and look around the magnificent night panorama under the apparent southern stars, as his cigarette flew to the side, and the pyks lay on my shoulders. And instead of, as usual, to break out - in such cases, I always find biting words, I vdryg embrace him by the waist and catch his look, his lips. A lingering long kiss ... His strong grabts pups lift me in the air, I clasp his body with my feet, and ... The lights of the Kresnodar and the stars of the New Year's sky swayed in love shocks ...
If I had been told that I was able to surrender to the top of the guy I had just met, and where else — on the top, in the midst of a crowded city, I would consider it a vulgar joke, brave, finally. But that's how it happened. I dressed my little French dress, I put on my lips, and we, as if nothing had happened, returned to tea, and it seems no one noticed our short haul. In the morning I went to the horror of his antics. Is it me, mimosa-imperfect, skromnitsa-the silent woman, that kind of thing? Probably, and right in the quiet wash the lines are found ...
A week passed after the arrival on the roof, I returned to Moscow and, in the meantime, got into a new love adventure. But in my thoughts did not hold anything lykavy. Before the next series of "Santa Barbara" the light went out as luck would have it, and I stared at the door to my neighbor, an engineer-electrician, who had already twice dug out of me in such situations. Sergei Nikolayevich eagerly responded, took the montess suitcase and went with me. At the same time, I received a compliment to my French dress-up. I did not guess to go out in anything more modest. In the darkness of his own, dedicating a flashlight, he searched for a lockable socket under the ottoman. I sat next to the jackets, watching the work.Until now, I don’t understand how we both ended up on the carpet in the arms of a friend of a friend? For three days I was teasing myself with self-idleness - what a damn I am! To seduce a married man, a father of two almost adult daughters - so primitively, so low ... Of course, I provoked him, summoned him to a dark apartment, and wearing this frivolous dress. I went to the church and repented for a long time in front of the icon of my prisoner.
In Saturday, I departed with Nelli Ivanovna, who is in charge of our department, to visit the sick chef. He was lying in a “clipboard”, in a separate chamber. Before the very exit, Nelli Ivanovna remembered that she didn’t close the apartment, rushed off to her Konkovo, and I departed alone, saying that this visit would not end for me with good luck - I again had the unfortunate dress. I even wanted to go with Helli Ivanovna to Konkovo, but she talked - go alone, otherwise you will not get to the point of closing ...
Vladislav Pavlovich never gave anyone a reason to think about himself badly. With all our numerous partners, he spoke very incorrectly. And in the ward alone with me, he was gentlemanly. But I, so badly, got into bed with it myself. Probably, it was necessary to be absolutely impartial, in order to refuse such an asylum from the hospital. He wasn’t brave one ... I just imagined what kind of eyes Vladislav Pavlovich would look at me in the department, and I also wanted to leave, move to another place ...
I realized that something was wrong with me. I am still acting, I do it not on my own free will, but as if by a program imposed on me. In the Free Ads Newspaper, I found what I was looking for: “I’m removing the stresses, Freydy’s advanced psychoanalysis ...” I prayed to God that the doctor would be a woman, because I received a female voice in a telephone trumpet. Alas, I was met by a charming, courteous bruet, which very carefully and in detail asked me about all the circumstances of my life, including an intimate one, and then almost uncompromisingly laid me on the couch in my office , its imaginary truth, its soviet hypocrisy.
... In the evening I was ready to get out of the balcony of my tenth floor. I hated and condemned myself. The only thing that kept me was the words of my mountain psychoanalyst, that my little French dress in the consignment shop was to blame for everything. It turns out that the clothes absorb not only the features of the figurine of the person wearing it, but also his energy, psycho-information aypy. Fabric, especially natural - silk, wool, cotton - has a high “memory” to the biofield, it is “magnetized” by our body, and can then return information to the new owner of clothing, involuntarily influencing his behavior. Therefore, Agni Yoga, for example, does not recommend using things that have been worn by others. They should be given to the fire or to carry out a special ritual treatment in order to erase the image of the former owner. I don’t know who wore a beautiful French dress before me, but going down on everything, his owner was a real nymphomaniac.
I looked at my recent arrival with horror, so innocently and serenely hung on the hangers in the garde. Are they really to blame for everything ?! No, no, it was too hard to believe. Merely cunning subconsciousness relinquished my guilt and responsibility for my works on someone else, an unknown person. Anyway, I decided to try the enchanted dress again.
For a whole month I did not wear it. She went in her usual costume - jeans, turtleneck. And no temptations, breakdowns, adventures. Then came the day of "natypnyh tests." I put on my little french chydo-yudo and went to Sheremetyevo-2 to meet Svetka, who had flown from Pargea with an evening flight. At Leningradka, she stopped a private trader in a beige Volvo. Oh ydacha! - Uncle, who was sitting at the fire, also had to go to the airport, and he, coming up on his ignited gaze, is ready to give me up for free - after all. Driver years old. In the craze of a foppish rifle, a massive gold band gleamed in the thick black hairs on the group. From the "new Pysskys", or what? I almost guessed.Vadim, that was the name of my roadside benefactor, headed the repair shopkeeper. Things were going, as it turned out in conversation, neither shaky nor shakily, but still he could afford to spend luxury on Cyprus and Antalya, which I never dared to dream about.
Talking about this, oh this, he threw at my too high open knees those tenacious greedy glances that I so often caught on myself in this talented French frock. I decided that I would not give in to the black magic of someone else's aypy. And when Vadim proposed to take a step back to him to look at the new fireplace at his dacha, I decisively refused. The Prophet Vadim flew from Munich earlier, and we met Sveti all three. She did not expect to see me in such a reputable company, but she was glad that y wouldn’t be a problem with transportation. In Moscow, we sent the four of us.
- Is that your boyfriend? - she asked me to yho. - Nothing! You make a success!
I modestly kept silent. Svetka began to waste her charm to the Vadim pryiutele, also kryptomyfyy. Of course, we had to return to the dacha - Svetka was always drawn to new acquaintances, and I quietly cursed her and my dress. I had to submit to the general insistence - on the summer cottage!
And here's a brick stove under the glowing zinc of roofs. Shared dinner Champagne. Music center. Latest CDs from Paris. Dancing ... Sveta very quickly crossed with the new cavalier to the second floor. We stayed with Vadim together in the living room with a fireplace. The owner of the cottage clapped with the fires, starting the fire. I understood that through the minute-friend, the inevitable happened. I, as always, could not stand. And then, without waiting for the prompting and concluding, at the beginning of my despair, I pulled off the cursed little French dress and threw it into the burning fireplace. This trick brought Vadim to the east. Do not become to describe our fury in front of dancing fire ...
Hadro, while I was asleep, Vadim traveled to Moscow and offered me a few boxes with dresses from Le Monti. After a week he made me an offer. He said that first of all he met women in a very passionate way. We got married. Ever since I never wear other people's clothes. Especially small french dresses.