“Blumenstrasse ... Street of flowers. As I understand Pleyshner! ... ”He walked and laughed. From the winter loneliness concentration camp, which, although not exhausting the flesh, but inflicting sensitive damage to the soul, he went to the First Spring Party. On the one where each of us had to go, and about which everyone will say: the best in such parties is their expectation. He walked and imagined this Ordinary Apartment, with a table covered quite presentably in modern times, cheap bright food and drink from the stalls in the neighborhood. He knew that in two hours the wallpaper would start dancing around the drunken head, that nausea and disgust would replace joyful anticipation and spring excitement. But he also knew that there would be girls at the party, and that thought alone was enough to imagine God Knows What a pleasant-smelling God Knows Than. He did not notice how he rang the doorbell. The door did not notice how it opened before him. The room did not notice how it got hold of a new guest, and the company, which began to make noise, did not turn its multi-eyed head towards it. He sat down on the edge and, as usual, drank a penalty cup. Then another, which was not necessary to drink. He noticed her immediately. She was flushed with wine and sat on the knees of Evil, her toy knees did not fit into the geometry of the party and were visible from everywhere. To tell the truth, everyone looked at them and he felt jealous of Everyone. And he drank, with hatred for the Evil, with spring adoration for her. And drank it. And drank it. Before the walls started off in the long-familiar roundabout, he still managed to approach her and invite her to dance. She, laughing, asked permission from His, and he, engaged in small talk with Clever Man, only casually nodded his head. He danced, stepping on legs that deserved a better beat. The girl laughed, and the more stupid was her laughter, the less He became, unable to get out of the role of an absurd, slightly drunk clown. The dance was over, and She returned to her nest on the knees of the Evil One, who, in passing, was scalded by His glance, and returned to his companion. Then it was quite stupid. That is, as always. He sang songs, shouted toasts, then overcame and woke up only when the lights went out at the table - she was leaving. Oi left. He rushed into the corridor, without hesitation, pulled on what remained of the armor of winter, and went along with them. Then the usual phantasmagoria began in the scenery of the night City, with soap spots of light on the walls, with a drunken waltz of lanterns, with a taxi squinting a cat's eye all over the silliest world. He came to himself in a visit to the evil one. That is, on the contrary, Evil and his girlfriend, looking back, noticed Him, miserable and miserable, like a siskin, which may be, and drank vodka on Fontanka, just not in vain. They received him with icy hospitality. There were good dishes on the table, unlike the previous ones, dishes, and he drank and ate again, because he didn’t know what else to do. In the meantime, they started to caress, slowly and not paying any attention to him. He was boiling. His farm was brought in and, offended, dragged himself towards the stupid fool. There was a moment, really ridiculous, when he began to play the scene of jealousy, but was stopped by the Master's eyes, big and black, like the Jolly Roger. The girl section of the Boss, like a big doll, and began to bother with his sword. She took it in her mouth, sought to plunge deeper and only stumbled upon someone in the throat, and let her go free. It was evident, however, that she was not alone. And not the Master's sword, but his eyes and the ink in them attract her much more. Yes, she is in love, He thought with burning jealousy. He grabbed his pitiful treasures in his palm and sat with them like a beggar on the porch. Then, emboldened and despairing at the same time, he approached her and fell in behind. She just shuddered and eyes asked permission from the Boss. He nodded, smiling. Going into her dry hallway, he was awed and felt out of place.Own passion was not enough to divide it into two. The owner towered over all this farce, like Commander, laughing in his pirate eyes and not interfering in any way. The insight came suddenly, along with burning lust. Not knowing what he was doing, he came out of the girl and pressed his mouth to another's sword. And in a moment everything changed. The girl's eyes were flushed with the greed and fear of a toy that had been taken away. The owner closed his eyes, hiding his dangerous loopholes. His enjoyment became tangible and instantly filled all the senseless hassle of spring evening with meaning. He, in a bizarre cocktail of lust and disgust, licked and caress his tongue for what he had previously only held in his hands. He was uncomfortable, but instead of nausea, paralyzing sweetness spilled over his body — the sweetness of a most acute and previously unknown sin. Everything fell into place. Both alcohol and youthful throwing from empty to empty have gone. Only sin remains, and dizziness from it. Should I describe what happened next? What a pen in the power to cope with this? ... Let us leave our hero, curled up in a hug with his sister on the chest at the corsair. Let us lower the curtain of dawn over this scene, and we wish everyone to achieve a similar harmony, at least once in their short age. © Mr. Kiss, One Hundred Splinters of One Sense, 1998–1999