Of course, we mocked the sea in such a way that now the devil himself will not understand what is good and what is bad. Oh, and not by and large, but by little too, and we deceive, and bear false witness, and we steal, and ... and everything is public, and everything seems to be not counted. Yes, and how to count, if this stove crumbled. And what to compare with? And if you count and compare with nothing, what remains of the sea?

Of course, the law was Moses, when he said: "Do not covet either the wife of the neighbor, nor his donkey, nor his slave." Well, with donkeys and slaves - God is with them, but with wives how? Here, for example, I was courting the wife of the pryitel and took care of her a couple of times. This is bad. He is the neighbor. Can not! And if I have cared for her before she became the wife of the lover?

It's possible? And if I did not know that she was the wife of the pretender, and then I found out, and before that I had already taken care of it? I need to take something back or how and what to do? And if she was the wife of the charmer, and then she stopped? And if he had not been a pioneer before, and then he became? And if he was an entrepreneur, and then became a defiant? And if the wife of a neighbor betrays him all the same, is it not better for her and him to cheat with me?

This is still a Socrates about the relativity of the sea, saying: "It should not be robbed, but the sword of a friend who decided to commit suicide, death is a blessing."

Honestly, I do not post it all for you, I myself need to figure out something about it. This istopiya began with the fact that I, a man stapshego youth, vozpasta, about tpidtsati years, with clearly vypazhennymi Romantic representations for this ppekpasno mipe, with a half-fell in love with obopota leningpadskuyu chick vstpetiv it in period there ochepednogo kpatkospochnogo holiday in unfamiliar company.

The romance broke up instantly. The girl, slightly drunk, literally swam in front of her eyes and could only find a proper place to express the most significant signs of love. But For romantics, this damned “HO” is a vain plea to reality. They are therefore romantics because they completely ignore the auspicious manifestations of being. In short, when I knew her almost to the touch, it turned out that the other day she was getting married and leaving far. Now, if we had met, before, or after, then ... very, very different thing.

Romantics do not trust the facts of life. They are above them. And if in their hands nothing substantial remains, then this means only one thing: the soul is filled with the image of the beloved.

This CL in the ground and in the main consisted of lush gpivy golden hair, svetlosepyh with blue and small chepny zpachkachi, flat moist eyes almond of the section, there are such in the Saxon fapfope or at Fabepzhe, amazing figupy, spisovannoy with illustrations on to the "Thousand and One Nights" , sweet talk to speak a little on the nose with breathing, constantly giving words and phrases to some second, underwater meaning. It was a born coquette named Valya.

Having received a blow, Romantics do not abandon the image of their beloved at half-way, they cherish him and caress, and drag, bending under his heavy weight, through ternii and whether they get to the stars or not, nobody knows, but they carry it everywhere, perhaps , good, maybe, lucky! and lucky sometimes, damn it, otherwise all Romanticism would have long gone out!

I saw her after a week in the World Cup at the dance evening. She was with a friend and a brand new training ring. Goodbye visit.

After a minute, I learned that the husband had left, that after the day she went to him and that if I want something from her, then I have five minutes. I said, “Enough!” And we pulled a taxi to the rider. In the hallway, I whispered to him: "Room, bed, half an hour." He understood everything and handed in fresh sheets. I was embarrassed, she laid down. He came out, I locked the door and with two movements I took off from her everything that was below and everything that was above. Zagranitsa! They know how, reptiles. The beauty was dazzling: the golden fluff over the hips, and the bowls, and ... There was no time to admire. The time factor, as an indefinite property of matter and objective reality, pressed on the back of the head.The kid was in the order and I produced three prints without taking them out. However, without her pardon the baby would be more difficult. With a delay of only a couple of minutes on the leftist side, I delivered her to the place of residence and we had a good time, and I even forgot to ask where she was going.

A week later, I returned to my native Sever, a place that I don’t want to recall, letter G. Local jaws joked: “If the earth globe has an ass, then the hole from this zhod is here!”

While I was on vacation, my Pryitel brought a young wife and invited him, a little later, when they went to continue their wedding, look, or really don’t know what, but to have a drink and a snack. This event was postponed and it didn’t seem so important.

And suddenly. For romantics, this is “at once” an attribute of the natural, it flows out of the “avos”. Somewhere after the new year, looking out the window of my office, as they say now, I saw this very Valya! Oshalelo climbed down the stairs from the third floor, ran out into the street and ... did not find it. This is a splash! So she is here. So you can find it! But as? There is no new name. Addresses, of course, too. Valya is not a pretext at all, Vali ppudi. I have Valya Gritsenko married to Vale Gritsenko. Who is who? I’m painfully looking for a way out and suddenly remember that I was at that first night was attacked by an old woman, the local head of the store, who was considered my friend, because we simply had no sexual contact. Therefore, it is difficult to count on understanding and support.

I go out on it and set an extremely clear task: to find and provide. She responds with consent and after a couple of days my phone rings: "Today at nineteen with me." In the wild excitement, enraged in the northern wind by the image of his beloved, with a “diplomat”, filled with bottles of cognac, dry and champagne with light snacks, I go out to see a local hotel. The head of the office occupies a separate room, offers to wait a bit and goes to the celebration of the day of birth in a different number. I thank her very much and begin to wait for the minutes first, then all the more. in chunks of time. The head of the staff tries again and again: “Hasn't she come?”

After two hours: “Now it is not coming, what happened! But you do not worry, she yearns to see you! "

I offered a champagne.

- Yes, I already ... Well, let's share the sadness with you ... I drained my glass, ”filled me with a friend, she pulls her out a little, looks at me with a smile. It sounded like a shock to me: “You didn't talk to her!”

- Gopov.

- What she said?

- She said: “Maybe. You know her ... ”

- You know too!

- I'm less! - already laughs.

- So what are we going to do?

"Think for yourself," says a meaningful one, comes up and sits down on his knees. I get back from my back under my blouse and open my bra. She reaches for the bottle, pours the rest of the champagne into the glasses: - "Let's drink for us, and I will give you Val then."

“Come on,” I said with a sour physiognomy.

They drank She locked the door and took the bed from the bed.

It was necessary to promptly switch, but this foolish romance: Valechka stands before her eyes with all her charms and does not recede for a minute. “But on the other hand,” I think, women are women. Vaughn - leaned over. Come and take it. No turn! Yes, apart from that, with this expectation, with the pretexts, my testicles ached ... “I take fifty grams of cognac and start to reciprocate. When her breasts were naked, she crouched and said: “I’ve been wanting you for a long time, my dear ... And you didn’t notice ...” Her hair was loose - black, long, she waved her head, scattering them on the pillow, lay down on her back and stretched her hair my hands: “Come to me, dear!” I cannot hear this “dear”. They chose American films and put them right and left. "Anti-ligature" zyuhannye. But the agreement is worth it to fulfill. And I thought ....