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Late in the evening, Andrew opened his eyes. Ksyusha apparently fell asleep right at the table and sat buried in its surface. My head was cracking and splitting into pieces, I wanted to shoot myself, but Andrei, feeling hungry, went to the kitchen to get something tasty.
It was tasty in bulk, but the appetizing was not enough, and Andrew sadly began to devour numerous oranges, not noticing that he felt bad from them. Something like reaching the polygon bed, he fell off his feet.
“This is most likely due to the weather,” thought the unfortunate man, not noticing how Ksyusha lay down next to him. She moved closer to her neighbor, clearly making it clear that she wanted him to embrace her. Andrew did not resist, he only wanted her to quickly fall asleep. It happened, though he himself fell asleep even earlier, so he missed the moment when a woman falls asleep. Andrei looked absolutely healthy, though only in a dream.
While still living in an old apartment, Andrei often slept during the day. Perhaps because of the night strolls, and maybe because of congenital laziness. On such days, the friends could not get through to the sleeping bear and, furiously pounding at the door, went away. Andryukha did not consider sleep to be lost time, on the contrary, it seemed to him that in a dream a person can learn something, unless of course the dream contributes to that. Yes, and just rest in a dream, he took for easy treatment, allowing to save nerve cells from the encroachment of the outside world.
The night passed unnoticed, and again an electronic sound signal woke Andrei. Feeling was much better than yesterday, he even tried to do something erotic with his neighbor, who, to the surprise of the intruder, never woke up from an alarm clock. Fantasy was clearly not enough, and the attacker, for a start, smacked the girl on the lips. Useless. Then he gently tickled his forefinger on the victim's knee and began to slowly climb her thigh to the most interesting place. When the finger was a centimeter away, Ksyusha jumped up and shouted:
- Dryusha, I am raped, save !!! Do you really want to marry me not devs ... ssss ..., - Ksyusha has a record.
“Only by her,” Andrei responded confidently, causing the girl to rush into her arms, while beginning to beat the guy in the chest with her hands. Finally, having repulsed her palms, she looked with displeasure into his eyes.
- Do not mess like that anymore, dear! I dreamed that the bow became a man and sticks to me! How do I look at the violin now? You scared me so much! - and Ksyusha shed a tear.
“I will be there and will never scare you again.” "Peace in our house"?
Instead of answering, the girl smiled and went to the kitchen, apparently with the aim of making breakfast. Andrei recalled that today is the second most important day in the life of his companion, the day of the recording of the album at the Bach Records studio.
- Ksyush, how is your album called?
- I can not hear!
- Well, you and deaf!
- Oh, the album! Our conductor came up with the beautiful name “Gusli of the holy organ-grinder”!
- It sounds.
- We go to eat, everything is ready.
They sat down at the table and began to eat up delicious hamburgers, squeezed them with Coca-Cola. Andryukha was horrified to realize that there are countries where this is an everyday occurrence and sincerely sympathized with them. There was a premonition in him that soon and for him it would cease to be a miracle, he would be the one who in the morning lazily climbs into the refrigerator for another bottle of Coca-Cola. On the other hand, his addiction to Merce, according to Andryukha, in no way spoiled his car life.He loved him as a living horse, stuffed him with gasoline, various oils that could even be drunk, because of their high quality. In response, the Mustang responded with an even purr of the engine and a cool breeze at high speed. Previously, he felt the same love for the obstinate Java, who sometimes became a goat from his courtship, apparently, let us know about reciprocity. But ironically, little Java was replaced by a big and powerful Mercedes.
The time was approaching noon, Andrew and Ksyusha, closing the door tightly, ran into a new garage, where a powerful car was parked. The weather did not stop mocking the city and pestered it with eternal dampness and mud. The rain seemed to become an integral part of being, as if it should be, it always was, is and will be. Although, in truth, it was not always. Last spring, May, on the contrary, generously gave the sun's rays, not giving for a second to doubt the correctness of what is happening. That year, all the rockers went onto the roads almost a month earlier than usual, since the traditional spring streams almost dried up by mid-April. Looking through flashing wipers, Andrew with nostalgia recalled last spring. “The last time in May, her mother went to the village, visited her grandmother. It seemed everything was fine, the grandmother was not sick. And why did she not see Tanyukha there? Would probably tell if she saw, Tatiana is a visible girl. And now it’s somehow embarrassing to ask, not the topic ... ”
Spraying passers-by with splashes from under the wheels, Andrei and Ksenia reached the Bach Records studio. The driver lazily crawled out of the car and opened the back door from which, tearing an umbrella, a girl, his companion, jumped out. Taking his girlfriend as an oathman, he led her into the building, hung with various notes and other nonsense. Apparently, his girlfriend knew everything there, from the waiter and to the director, at least no one missed a courteous “hello”. Somewhere from above, approximately two floors above, various musical sounds were heard, some kind of musical cacophony issued by musicians setting up their instruments. Seeing Ksyusha, they clapped their hands together and happily led her to the piano. Andrei walked into the hall and sat down on a chair there. Somebody grumbled from behind:
- The lotion does not plow, not that “overdrive”, not that! Zakhar, give me your distortion!
On the other hand shouted:
- This is not a rhythm-box, this is some kind of pipirnya, crap just! How will I take these chips? I can only "Aeam"!
Andrei perked up when he heard his native word. Sounds of disorderly gradually began to take some kind of consonance, which indicated that the instruments are tuned. From above, someone in a megaphone commanded:
- We begin, silence, the first composition "Woe from the bow"!
Ksyusha shuddered, clutched at her knees, but kept herself in the chair. There was no time for panic, as the violinist ran a bow along the string, resulting in a sound that is considered exemplary in musical science. After a couple of seconds, the cellist woke up and started playing completely different notes, not the ones that the violinist played, but for some reason it worked out very smoothly, which caused a terrible surprise to the audience sitting in the hall. Suddenly, the violinist dropped the bow and began to play with his fingers on the violin, three violinists sitting on his left with deadpan faces also began to pull the strings. But at the same time, to the incredible horror of Andrew, sounded amazing tune. Andrei understood that having dropped the bow, the violinist seemed to convey the grief he had endured for many years, and now he was freed from his shackles and played the hymn of freedom from bows. Andrei was not sure that this was so, but his guess seemed plausible to him. The musicians standing on the right shoved some pipes into their mouths, but Andrei knew that they were flutists, Ksyusha once explained to him the composition of the symphony orchestra. The music grew, suddenly there was a small pause, after which three violinists played three notes, Andrei screamed! He recognized the familiar “Aem” chord in them! All the musicians went astray and looked with sour faces at the viewer. Andrei felt that he had done something wrong.The flutists nearly suffocated ... Read more →