There are things that are only written about. These are holy things that do not allow vulgarity of literary interpretations. Such a topic for me, the modern Moscow lady, is the loss of innocence. Oh dear it was ages ago. It was in another city, at another time and now in another state. Generally, it was in another life.

*** The sunbeam rushes through the cherry color right into your eyes and, for a second, you go blind. May! The weighty clusters of peonies and the neighbour's shout: “Hadya, Lyuba, and she took you shaking, go to the house!” Hadya and Luba, small neighbors' girls, sit in a puddle and eat along with a cherries dumped on the table. All have already ripened black early sweet cherry. Gnawing at my envy is as black as the berries. We all have, but we do not! Granny has a late variety, and the berries are yellow, in one word - not that. The strawberries shot all the beds with their whiskers. Now they will make cancer stand over her. All would have risen, or something! An, no! What kind of land is this? No harmful things grow out of it. You can get drunk green apricots, when they are still the size of a hazelnut, and with the stomach will be nothing! Not even blow over! Kata Cat is pregnant again! Kata is a symbol of fertility. She gives birth three to four times a year and five kittens. The kittens grow, gradually cease to eat Katyn milk and begin to fuck my mother. Kata becomes pregnant again. Life is eternal, while the cat Kata is pregnant.

Granny sits on a stool by the house.

- Alena, and how long, on that side peach bloom chi nor?

- Flush, granny, flush.

- And bagato tsvitochkiv?

- Bagato, granny, bagato.

- From the infection, yak sleep, you have to give Lyuda and Zhenya to give. Ridney

Our huge house. It was built for a large family, but it turned out that there was no one to live. Man assumes, and God takes man to himself. The house began with two cars of liquid concrete on the foundation and the campaign of the father to the old bridge across the Dnieper. There the bums spent the night under the bridge. Imagine, and then they were already. For a small fee, homeless people were brought in as labor for laying the foundation. During the day, they worked, at night they drank, they fell asleep right at workplaces near the object being erected. The work was done conscientiously, however, I got drunk and heavy iron scrap, necessary in the economy, was immured. After they left, I found three shared notebooks with drawings. It was a fantastic story, and maybe a whole novel written by one of our builders. Notebooks were kept in my closet for a long time. Now they probably no longer exist. Things tend to disappear when they feel that no one needs ...

My difficult days were approaching, namely, the entrance exams, for which I was preparing very badly. In the morning I laid out the textbooks on a table in the garden and sat down to "study." In fact, I did not read social studies and literature, but the history of religious wars in France of the 15th century. I still loved and still love the European history of the Middle Ages. Now I know the name of my love object. This is medievalism. At about ten years old, I decided to become a very famous writer and at the same time I began to write a large historical canvas - a multivolume novel under the working title “Sisters”. In parallel, I worked on small forms; two stories and several stories appeared. Being a practical girl, I reasoned that a writer is not a profession, and I need to earn something for myself. That was how my fate was determined - I decided to enter the faculty of journalism.

At the same time, in May, my half-sister Yana gathered in marriage. The bridegroom went to her with the name Sasha, thin, than he visually approached our family, handsome and boastful, what caused my dad's negative attitude. He had a bosom friend - Oleg, who was a serious authority for the Yankin groom.I had scarce information about a friend. She knew that he was a classmate of suitors and, therefore, he was also 24 years old. He is a photographer, takes mostly wedding processions and gets good money for that, for those times. In addition, his mother runs the House of Commerce store, and as a result, Oleg has a separate apartment and Zhiguli car. And Sasha, Yankee's fiancé, believes that Oleg is very clever and women love him, Oleg. The wedding day was approaching, and Oleg, having examined several Yankin girlfriends, did not give his consent to the approval of the role of a witness to none of them. Nevertheless, it was necessary to play the wedding, Yanka was pregnant, as the vast majority of brides, and at the last moment they were asked to testify to their marriage. Oleg did not see me because of lack of time, but he agreed. Fate

I prepared for the wedding for 2 days, sewed a dress with a frill of blue phosphorizing material with my own hands. I have to say that I never had talent for handicraft sciences. Granny sewed well, knitted everything blindly: from scarves and socks to dresses, decently baked yeast dough pies. They tried to teach me all this, as a future hostess and possible mother of the family. In vain. I hate the knitting process, because it consists of sorting out a large number of identical eyelets, which seems to me very tedious, and in sewing I am outraged by the need to sweep seams. If this is not done, then, in my mind, it is sometimes possible to sew, but then there is a risk that the thing will spread to the cut parts. Granny had an old typewriter, she could only scribble a straight stitch, and the overcasting of the stitches was assumed to be manual. I sewed a dress, crookedly fitting the frill, and left the seams without overlap. It was not recommended to turn the dress inside out in public - the sight is opposite, because the material is loose. The charge was poisonous blue, and the shadows on the eyelids for greater beauty, I also brought poisonous blue. I have a photo from this wedding. I look at myself eighteen and I am glad that in time I look more pleasant. I had to have a special talent to disfigure myself so.

So, armed with my own irresistible, I arrived at my stepmother’s house, the sweetest, kindest woman, for the marriage survey. The house was fussing scary. Yanka was not yet dressed - a long veil, a sign of virginity, was lying on the chair. Old women crowded the street. According to custom, they had to bandage the expensive groom tuple with a red ribbon and demand a ransom for the bride. Dachshund was moderate - a bottle of vodka and candy. The old ladies looked forward to a freebie and were galloping like young ones. And then Oksana appeared. Oksana is the sister of the groom. Then she was thirty, a little more than me now. But she was beautiful and lucky, at least it seemed so. In fact, she has a potato nose and a flattened lower jaw. And her first husband, a policeman and father of her spoiled child, was serving a sentence for bribery at that time. He had to sit for a long time, and Oksana divorced him. This had a positive effect on her welfare and the number of gentlemen. Oksana flew into the house like a hurricane, built them all, hoisted the symbol of virginity on Yanka and drank 50 grams of cognac. Awareness of the inevitability of meeting with a friend, Oleg, gave her face a mean expression. Later I found out the reason. A couple of years ago, when she was with her husband, Oksana got very drunk and slept with Oleg. The event is ordinary, but I don’t know why, Oksana considered herself insulted and became rude to Oleg. Oleg in response began to be rude even more, which is quite in his spirit. In short, for the wedding day, Oksana and Oleg hated each other.

- Yana, show yourself, (further unprintable), - said Oksana.

Stepmother wisely retreated to the kitchen. Apparently, Yanka did not like Oksana either.

“Come here,” she said to me. - Proglad this one (hereinafter again unprintable, it was about a magnificent bow tied to Yankin's ass).

I rushed to the ironing board, turned on the iron, ran for water for the steamer and, turning awkwardly behind the bow, overturned the ironing board along with ...