Alien

Returns pain to another

From the pain of this.

Seventy years ago,

Or maybe a wound

In the cherry orchard, hell full

On the battlefield,

Where is the hot machine gun

Put the drama

Where is the white cavalry flight

Meet Ham.

And this is all, gentlemen,

Not euphoria.

Maria is a swallow, a star.

Star, Maria ...

And when they drowned in the well deep in the dungeon, the last sounds of Ivanov's nonsense, Maria got up excitedly, stepped toward Ivan, who was sitting in front of her in a chair, and pressed her head to herself, as if wanting to hide him, hide from unthinkable life. And, in the dark with her forehead, lips and nose, feeling the elastic womb of Maria, Vanya began to free her from ... everything that the seventies Russian autumn women carried in the bad weather.

And then ... (This is really a poem-ema!) Oh, like a tro ... Oh, how the whiteness of these thighs that touched Vanya touched the frozen thighs! He jumped off the stool with a screw - to fall down and warm it. But the movement came out too impulsively, and, not keeping an equilibrium, Vanya fell - uh, how to say it - under Maria ... That is, I will ask for the apology for tediousness at the most inopportune moment, but the geometry of the bodies is important here, to be clear. That is, if Maria was facing, say, to the east, then Ivan stretched along the floor in the opposite direction, so that his head was placed just between the marina heels. And it was then that suddenly everything changed: Maria, so ... so fragile that she touched Vanya with the helplessness of the frozen hips, was now heaving over the pygmy Ivan, shielding the whole world. The world was only that which Ivan could see, and Ivan could only see THIS. THAT was - like a temple. THIS was like the sky - pinkish, wet, in a cloud of translucent hair on snow-white satin pillars ascended high-high above the pygmy - above weak Ivan. And only somewhere in the West, far away, Vanya saw the edge of the sky - spherical, dull, sending a shadow that slid reverently and gently, and forever toward the pink sky, he saw the hemispheres of the buttocks.

With all his being, Ivan desired the sky, even though it scared Ivan with greatness, and slowly began to climb toward him, holding on to the atlas of the snow-white pillars. And - lo and behold! - the higher Ivan rose, the more he became, and the sky less and less. Here it is with a rose. Here it is at all with a bud, slightly open, wet. It flashed right up, touching Ivan's lips and leaving a taste of salty celestial petals on them, and disappeared below. And, having risen above everything, Ivan saw the buttocks of the hemispheres from above and felt: no, he is no longer a pygmy, but a titan, with powerful palms holding elastic hemispheres of delicate palate. And, sensing in himself this power — the unstoppable wild power of the titan — he with a triumphant cry triumphantly pierced the pinkish, moist sky.

Maria fell on the table with her elbows, and a wave of her dark heavy hair sat on a table with silky surf and ran away again to the rhythm of Ivan’s insane movements. And her cry merged with Ivan's scream. * * *

Unable to withstand the actions of such a titanic force, the Mariinsky basement, along with Maria, Ivan and the medieval torture machine, was momentarily beyond the power of the earth, and, tilting dangerously, flew (or fell!), Crossing other people's orbits. Watch out, Maria with Ivan! You laugh - to them before that! Holding hands tightly, they sit half-dressed, side by side and devour each other's eyes. High Vanya puts love and, of course, not on earth, he now resides, and in the empyrean, where only the angels of the upper flight are cut by rarefied cold heights. And, of course, he thinks that one more moment is the same - and with Maria, holding hands like that, they will go, will they fly ... Where? Did Vanya know this! Somewhere, somewhere beyond the flabby world.

And, of course, they do not hear, not a damn thing they do not hear Maria and Ivan, as the noises grow in the Universe. And here they are closer and closer, louder and louder, like the voice of a great crowd. Already in the bowels of the battleship are noisy, in the corridor ... they do not hear Maria and Ivan.It flies, tilting dangerously, the mariin basement and crosses other people's orbits. But it is not forever to fall to him like this - he will ever come across, whether it is too early, late, with some cosmic, solid body. But for the time being it flies, and the noise is growing and ... Fuck-ta-ra-rah !! Catastrophe! The door was wide open - the noise of the Universe burst into the basement and, covering it, someone’s low and slow voice said: “You and Nya are locked up, Maria, that ... In-between, that grief with people creates . "" What kind of grief is that? "- only flashed by Vanya. A man, an elderly, stocky man, in a police coat and a cap with a red band around, stepped in to meet them, horrified and wildly leaping up. His face was in deep wrinkles and absolutely brick-colored.

“E ... e ... e ..." - somehow hoarsely and viciously, it does not seem like herself, Mary began to stutter. It seemed to Ivan that the bitter word of obscenity would now fall from the quivering marinas lips. But Maria said on the exhale, gasping: “Yevseich!”

"Yes, I am this, Mash, I ... Fear yourself," - Yevseich answered and collapsed into a chair. There was hanging underwear on the back ... Well, not so much so that underwear - they had time to get dressed in general terms - stockings were hanging on the back. Maria quietly pulled them towards her: “Yevseich, forgive me ... I’m hanging here ... Uncomfortable ...” But Yevseich, looking unseeingly through the wall, said: “Yes, I’m comfortable with Masha ...

Maria and Ivan paid attention that the policeman was not himself. It resembled Ivan’s state after the fall of the creators, but without plaster powder. Only he accepted, of course, today he is more than Ivan — his look was muddy and frightened by the deepest longing of indifference. “This is something happening in the world, if even this life is already unbearable, mortal, before Yevseich!” Ivan thought anxiously and, in order to at least a little defuse the situation, he quietly coughed his fist. Evseich, still fixed with a glance to those who do not see in the wall, asked indifferently, with the police instinct-led: “Where are you going from?”

“Yes, the local. From here, ”answered Ivan.

“He is my school friend,” Maria intervened.

“Aaaa ... And it seemed to me - a Muscovite. Muscovites, and ... There is no one to tear them, dogs are silly. And here we are in Syzran - from Syzran, meaning ... "

And having uttered this strange phrase, Evseich fidgeted in his chair, sighed heavily and so carried it out, as if the veins were alive, he began to draw from Mary with Ivan: “I’ve heard, you shouted. Well, I think, as they say, see, got through. I say, getting through, just screaming. Especially Maria - Ms. Alabno that way. As that way - whether to shout, or groan. This is the way it is - on women, it acts, it means. A mansion, if this one is unexpected, this ... If, like, as if behind it, she will come to her. ”

Unable to withstand the torture and sobbing, Maria quietly said to him: “You don’t tell your husband, you hear, Evseich.”

Surprisingly and bitterly, Ivan looked at Maria and shouted in her heart: “What are you, Maria? Why you? Peace, heaven and temple was for me a moment ago. So who are you asking for mercy, Maria ?! Will we not fly away with you beyond the horrible world? Did you forget? Forgot? Forgot? !! "

And Yevseich with a heavy hand waved hopelessly: “What does he have for her husband? He, tea, knows too, the husband is ... This, my dear, everyone already knows. ”

Here, with flour, capable of softening the stones, glancing at Yevseich, Mary burst into tears. Na-avryryd.

Yevseich sighed and said already softer: “N you cry ... So it’s swallowing in people. Razi help here? Life is a penny, cores it to the root! ”And, having said this, Yevseich took out a green vessel of a half-liter size from under a police cloak (Vanya, by the way, noticed that it was very sunny). The letters on the label alternately jumped up and down, as if depicting a crankshaft. The people, who were inferior in alcohol to the fortress, but significantly surpassed the last one by stench, were called “crankshaft” by the people. Banging a vessel on the table, Evseich said imperatively: “Well, Masha, they are good at ridiculous. Drag the glasses. The old man, then this one, remember. "

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