Yes ... I imagine this for myself already: ... A warm May day ... On a broken dusty road, a couple hobble. They come to the sidewalk, he is healthy with the sidewalk and they pass on.
A warm windmill raises dusty windscreens and wears them between garages ... They come up to the gas, on which 412 is written on the effervescent paint. He shuffles over the pockets, makes a surprised face, and gives a duty message that he forgot the keys at home. It is first conducted, then, when he nevertheless pulls out the keys, beats him with an affectionate pychka ass and pretends that he was offended.
He turns the key, removes the lock, opens half the door and daylight hits the damp half of the garage.
He pushes the second half and the whole picture comes to her eyes.
Yes, during the winter, the Zaporozhets was a little dusty and the donkey - all the wheels were cleaned, counting the spare wheel. As expected in the spring, the water flooded the back of the carnage and now it completes the old polto. What kind of bastard (probably krys) skidded the canister with the work, and now a stack of planks lying on the wall played in the sun with all the colors of the board.
He was already mechanically telling how to get to the doorstep better: having come up with a dusty machine and an oil pile, or an inter-machine and parts warehouse. I decided that you should not go to the stack. And here he saw her face ...
She of course assumed that the car could be dusty, but not to the same degree. By the same in the garage than something else stinks. Getting to the doors is not possible, since everything is terribly littered. Besides, the fat of Zaporozhtsa seems closer even less than you think about it from afar.
Is it possible to say that for the third year I could not connect the conduit and therefore there is no light and will not be? - He thought, and decided to say that there is simply no light. He began to try to get to the passenger door, trying to avoid anything. The door opened almost right away. With the second attempt. Apparently, something happened there with a lock during the winter. He climbed into the driver's seat, put the key in the ignition, turned and ... nothing happened. And here he remembered that the accumulator was at home, in the closet in the corridor. So, it means that the heat in the car will also not be: (Okay, we breathe. He looked at the rear view mirror and saw that his friends were trying to repeat his way and still get into the car ... Hy are not capable of high-heel walking shoes on the garbage ... on any puller, it loses balance and falls on the hood. Its heart Yokaet, but no, it was kept. Now it is worth it and dust off jeans and freshly washed jeans. Who walks in a clean jeans uniform? Well, finally, she reached and climbed into the car. His ear again is drenched in blood when she beats two against the wall of the garage, but yes, okay ...
Here they are two, away from the extra eyes and yshey. He embraces her and tries to kiss her, but the pyck of his shirt is unbelievably buried in the edge. Yes, hell with him. She answers him with a terrible kiss, hugs him, tearing down the rear view mirror with her elbow. Fighting, he bends down after him and tyut ... A terrible thunderbolt is heard from behind. His heart again Yokaet, but for the sound he knows that it is just from the wind slammed shut the gate. Cursing, he gets out through the driver's door and closes with a single click on the latch, and the second holds to the first wire. In the light of a cigarette lighter, it climbs back, gets into the workroom, wipes it about the workman’s lock and climbs into the salon.
She is waiting for him to do something for what they have written here. He slams the door and in the dark looks for her pykami, accidentally hitting his finger in her eye. Then he lashes out a lighter and tries to portray the likeness of a trader from the front seats. In the end, there is some kind of hilly surface with a bulging hilt in the middle, but oh well, this is not a hindrance. They repeat the attempt to kiss and she comes out, satisfied with this they continue to caress the friend of the friend. He is trying to pull the kyrpk from her, but in a small space and without light it looks more like a Chinese torture with wringing pyk. She tries to help her in her own power and finally they win over the Kyrgyz.She reaches for his jeans, but when he presents this torture on himself, he says - I myself. And the second kyrptka flies to the first (interestingly kyda?). With futbolk the matter is simpler - y they are not pykav. But with jeans, problems begin. Removing jeans in a car is an interesting thing when you look at it from the side. In order to take off jeans at least from oneself, one must show the talent of a gymnast, and what to say about pulling up jeans with friends ... But okay, here they are defeated, as a result of which the radio tape recorder attached to the treadmill is worn, and pair of legs Here they are naked and they want a friend dearly. It remains to find a pose, in which it is possible to do it in Zaporozhts. Begins a wild picking, search of all the poses of the kamasytra, that something constantly clings, breaks, is peeled off ... The pose is not. In completing everything, you can hear the sound of the gate and the voice from the street asks - Commander, can you not find the heads for 17? In hearts he says that he cannot find his head in this fucking machine, and the hapless visitor falls off. The search for poses continues ... And here she is found! Yes! They do IT! True, Koperfild and Gidini himself would not have been able to show such a fox - in the dark to make such tricks of the bodies. Only Picasso would laugh and say - I've been painting this all my life. But enough lyrical otstypleniya, in the impulse of fear, they weaved their bodies. Even with the help of someone, he was able to put on a protective coat! When have you ever put on a rope with two left fingers? Groans and breakfills fill the garage. Yes, they have achieved their goal, they have no one else, they are both. They do not interfere with the removed clothes, the rear-view mirror darted completely, the slide from the radio tape recorder was conveniently erected under his back, and the ash from the tattered ashtray creates the illusion of Christmas snow. They do not interfere with the crush of a hand from a person who wants to find out who they are killing here, it is not interesting to them that their t-shirts are trampled down on dirty rugs, and his jeans take on work from the pile ... They are busy with themselves, they did it. Yes!