Pirate publication of my story in a weblog dedicated. I do not have any claims to “Crossroads”, but the fact remains.

Lived in old age! Already in the "Crossroads" recently published. Without demand! Although without demand, it is somehow the best. Judge for yourself...

It was a long time ago. Just cadi rassiyane chose Yeltsin, our president. I got into the company of one sad and all lonely. It ends very badly, as a rule ... I usually begin to be naughty when I'm lonely. And pranks, they do not bring to good ...

They acquaint me with the owner of the apartment, and I am proud of her and Grew: “Mistress, you immediately show me where your toilet is. I will intimidate him now, while we are sober with him, and he doesn’t pull me to the toilet drunk ... ”The hostess was dumbfounded by my rudeness and humbly goes to show the toilet. Showed. I stood on all fours in front of him and as a bark. He turned white all and huddled into a corner ...

“Well,” I say, “now show me where your kitchen is.” I'll be there! ”What do you think? She leads me to the kitchen and even the refrigerator in front of me as a limousine opens. I grabbed a piece of sausage from there, bit it once for stripping, and with this sausage I set off on a further journey. I say: “So, this is a bathroom, here I will be washing myself from the bodunischa. Oh, and this room is big, bright. Here let the people hang out, the current is not very loud. ”I catch a stranger young man and ask:

- Who are you?

“Dima,” he answers suspiciously at me.

- That's what, Dima, you hold my sausage, and right now I’ll uncover Shapansky, do not bite her, please, now she’s like my own ...

Dima otfarel, but honestly in the outstretched hand holds the sausage, and I, meanwhile, stopper from the bottle in the window "women" and let the champagne drink from the throat. He otpil bit and the hostess offered: "Bush?"

She somehow smoothly entered the role. Champagne also took from the throat ...

I took the sausage from Dima and asked: “But shall we have fun, shall we have fun?” The hostess, too, must see, have fun, because she gives me a bottle of wine, after taking a sip again from the throat, and asks: “Bush? "Here we are wine with champagne alternately with lash, as much as the soul rejoices ... But for some reason the people present are not glad that we have fun and I understand them somewhere. They were resting here, having fun, and suddenly a freak came and ruined everything ...

In short, they began to diverge. I haven’t even finished walking around the apartment, and they are almost gone. I stumble on the next door: “Oh, mistress, this is a bedroom. We will sleep here with you! ”With these words, the guests finally dissolve. Dima, in my opinion, the last one left.

“Why not,” says the hostess.

I, in fact, waited in the face. But there was nowhere to retreat. I had to sleep. It turned out like not bad.

“You know,” I told her after the first time, “and I'm sober.” I was just sad.

“It's so easy for me.” Especially Dima this.

- And what about Dima?

- Yes, I got it simply. "Sunny, can I hug you?" Sunny, can I kiss you? Sunny, can I step away for a minute? ”And so it’s all the time ...

- So I again destroyed someone's feeling, broke someone's loving heart?

- It seems so.

- Sunny, can I kiss you? - I ask. And she is a pillow on the head, a pillow ...

No, really. Sometimes, without demand, better ...