In St. Petersburg, there were frosts.

One afternoon, picking under the hood of a car, I accidentally noticed something that I could not miss in the snow. A meter away from the deaf wall of the yard-well, next to which I park my car on tightly packed, clear snow of thawed black: Looking around, I saw clear traces of narrow steps, obviously women's boots leading to this place. The protalina was a neat, even, as if carved in snow at an angle of thirty degrees to the vertical, a column at the base of which blackened asphalt. The edges of the column were painted yellow. On both sides of this “thaw”, traces of feet, which were spread with heels against the wall and were widely spaced and divorced into women's (now no doubt) legs, were clearly imprinted. Immediately behind the hole, closer to the wall, wide light yellow spots - drops were scattered in the snow in disarray. The snow beneath them melted slightly. I distinctly imagined how a woman sat down here tonight, how she urinated with an uncontrollably powerful, hot, soaring in the cold stream of relief, like an autogen cutting through dense, pure snow. She wrote for a long time: all the urine, obviously, could not keep in a single stream. Hot drops irresistibly flowed down the vulva on the thighs and ass, forming discordant yellowish drops, which in such abundance I saw behind her “thawed” relief. The woman urinated. The crotch of a woman murmured, hissed, whistled: shorter, sang like a woman. Having pissed, the woman sat down vigorously several times, habitually shaking drops from sodden lips and hair (there were no used papers with which the ladies soak through writing, there was no crotch around).

Who was this woman? A young girl who has fallen away from a noisy drunk company and, obeying a persistent natural urge, naively singing a shaved mannered pussy near the hood of my car? Or maybe a forty-year-old woman returning from a guest with a respectable companion and not calculating the endurance of her bladder? Blonde or brunette? What PIZDU saw blind and indifferent snow? This I do not know ...

And what, after all, is the difference?

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