- May-September. Part 1: Thunderstorm
- May-September. Part 2: Dark Horse
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sprawled, and he, squatting down, began to lick her with long, strong licking, like a tender puppy.
The tongue was pricked with grains of dirt. Nadia swayed and howled, closing her eyes.
“Come here,” Neplyuev got up, pulled her to a flat stone under a plumb line, and Nadia, waddling in lowered trousers, climbed onto the stone. With one hand, Neplyuyev embraced her, with the other for a long time trying to insert his end into a licked gap, and inserting — he grabbed Nadiny’s hips, putting them on. Nadya frowned.
- Painfully? He asked, pushing her flesh apart. Elda turned to gold, and the flesh was burning hot.
“A little,” answered Nadia in a bass.
- Did it hurt yesterday?
- I do not know ... I do not remember ... Yesterday everything was so ...
- How?
- Yes, you understand.
- I understand ... Nadya, I love you.
- Me too...
- I very-very love you!
- And I am very, very!
They confessed their love, butting their pubes and stinging each other with the tips of their tongues. It was inconvenient, and Neplyuev could not stand it:
- Nadya ... Lie down. Here it is drier. Lie down. I can not...
Dick with a smack jumped out. Nadia meekly laid down, and Neplyuev with pleasure swam into her, letting her hips loose.
- Iya ... Iya ... - Nadia was buzzing, looking into his eyes.
- Nadya ... Nadya ... Nadyusha ... - he muttered, accelerating the pressure. He was hot again. The ringing sound in our ears, the chirping sound of bodily euphoria, the animal feast of freedom and lust ...
Suddenly Nadia froze.
“Helicopter,” she said.
He was very close - so that everything could be seen. Neplyuev suddenly, without looking, understood this - but could not stop, and only thought with chilling thoughts how his bare fucking ass looked from above.
—... Tovagisch Neplyuev pestupil, tkskzt, unshakable code of the teacher, took the opportunity and ... I’m not afraid of this word ... I used my student! This is an indelible, tkszzt, stain on the heptation of our school, which bears the great name of twice the Soviet Union's Lieutenant Pokgyshkin! This is an unsatisfactory act, I believe, unworthy of a Soviet man! Tovagisch Neplyuev, what can you say, tkkszt, in your defense?
Comrade Neplyuev rose. He paused, as if wondering where he was and what he was. Then he said quietly:
- Go you all in the ass.
There was a terrible silence.
Thinking, he recovered:
- That is fuck.
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At four o'clock in the morning he walked to the station. In the species of hiking backpack was all his possessions - books, clothes, a couple of souvenirs.
A friend of Misha, with whom he had rented a room for two years, dissuaded him until the morning, but Neplyuev was adamant:
- Adieu, Mishutka. The alien side is calling and beckoning. Like Bloka.
He had no idea where to go, and he did not want to think about it. There was a thunderstorm. The dusk of the night did not want to be squandered, stuck together in tatters of purple shadows. (Erotic stories) The wind rushed through the empty streets, chasing poplar fluff.
Neplyuev was thinking about how indescribably beautiful Nadia was at the prom. And what a coward he is.
“On the other hand, why these goodbyes?” He thought, justifying himself. “Anyway, forever. Nothing will burn out. This is her childish, first. Show me a girl who would stay with her first man ... "
He convinced himself of this, - and almost convinced when he approached the station. The storm had already slipped from the mountains to the city, and it was thundering very close, although it had not yet rained, and around the floating hot air floated like water in an old pond.
Going to the station, he went not to the ticket office, but to the road entrails - the rails, carriages, to the smell of tar, which he loved so much. The road had to feel. For a while, Neplyuev wandered "where it was impossible" - on the sleeper and gravel, then climbed onto a pedestrian bridge to grumble on it, leaning on the railing, and look at the trains from above - how they pull their long tails to nowhere.
He hoped for loneliness - and frowned in annoyance when he saw someone on the bridge. The figure tried to climb over the railing.
The next moment, two sparks clicked in Neplyuev's brain - one after another: “he wants to jump ...” - “cannot be ...”
“It can't be,” Neplyuev said out loud, jerking to the figure. - Nadia! He shouted. - Nadia! Wait!
He ran to her, breathing heavily, and grabbed her loyalty by the jacket, although she had not yet managed to climb.
“Nadia,” he breathed. - Nadia. What are you thinking, eh?
His blue, blue-eyed halo eyes gazed at him.
- So. Come on, let's go. - He grabbed her hand and led her, not knowing where. Nadya dutifully minced after him.
Above his head thundered. The first drops fell, and in a couple of seconds the air sprouted in heavy streams, immediately enveloping the tracks and the cars.
- Let's go there! - shouted Neplyuev and dragged Nadia to the station. Nadia silently ran after her. Having flown into the lobby, Neplyuev suddenly realized what to do.
“Nadya, my love,” he clasped her, “my good ...”
She immediately burst into tears in his collarbone.
For ten minutes they silently embraced and butted their heads together, then he asked:
- Why?
- Mom ... parents ... require an abortion ...
“Ah ...” he began hoarsely, and bit his tongue. - So. Come on ...
He led her to the checkout.
“Good morning,” he told the cashier. - Where are the tickets?
- Where do you want? - the cashier asked unfriendly.
- I don't know yet. Where are the tickets.
- Do not fool your head!
- I will not. Only you tell me where there are tickets. For today. Not now.
- "Not now"? - sarcastically quail cashier. - Now there is Vladivostok-Kiev, two NE of Kiev. Just passed. Will we take?
- To Kiev ?! Damn it...
In Kiev, he lived aunt. Sweet, kind aunt Zhenya. And there was another circumstance ...
- Damn it. Nagy, how old are you?
- Sixteen.
- When will be seventeen?
- A week later...
- Have a passport?
- Well, yes, to ...
- Do you have any with you?
- Uh ... there is. There are for sure.
Neplyuev growled like a tiger. The cashier looked at him quite wildly, and he without much ado thrust a pile of money into her:
- Here. Let's take two. Damn, only the twenty remains ... Well, to hell. Come on, come on!
“Departure in twenty minutes,” said the cashier, handing him two pieces of paper.
“Ah ... what about you and me ... and me ...” Nadya suddenly became worried.
“No, I'll leave you here so that you jumped under the train, Anna Karenina,” Neplyuev growled, leading her hand to the platform.
- But how ... how ...
- That's how. I'll take you as a parcel post to Kiev. You are my luggage, okay?
Nadia was already smiling all over her mouth and squeezing Neplyuev’s hand, although she still didn’t believe and didn’t understand:
- Why to Kiev?
- Because there are tickets there. And because there is Aunt Zhenya. And also because ... because ... - Neplyuev jumped out with Nadia under a downpour, but then he slipped back, because the marriage age in Ukraine is seventeen years old. Only there, nowhere else in the Union. At seventeen, you can already sign, ”he said, hugging stunned Nadia.
- And ... and you want ...
- Consider that I made you an offer. Hands and hearts. I hope it is accepted? ... So, ”Neplyuev jerked,“ we shake the train. And then miss. Drove?
- Drive! - screamed Nadia.
- Eeeeeeeeaaa! - screamed Neplyuev, burnt by rain.
- Iiiiiiyyyy! - Nadia echoed him.
While they were running, screaming and looking for a carriage, they managed to get it wet, like tzutsiki. Here, finally, the conductor-crest, steps, vestibule ... an unusually clean rug, mirrors ... a two-seater coupe, flowers on the table ...
“Profit,” Neplyuev sealed, collapsing on the shelf. - To a temporary place of residence.
Nadia stood like a pillar. Water dripped from it.
- Well?
Neplyuev bent, looking into her eyes, and then he grabbed her, flung it at himself and put his lips to her nose and eyes.
All of a sudden, he somehow became torn up, swollen, snuffled - and Nadia howled with happiness, twisting in his hands.
- Tea, Kohwe wishing ... - The discouraged guide froze on the threshold. Without looking, Neplyuev waved his hand at him.
Five minutes later, when the train was already driving through the rain, they were sitting naked — Neplyuev, and Nadia was riding on it, riding it.
She pressed her nose to his nose, her breasts to his chest, and Neplyuev frowned like a boy in front of a roar. He did not move in her, but simply his stake pierced Nadine's flesh all the way to the womb, pubis to the pubis - so closer, so tight. Nadia was sitting, wearing him, holding his head with two palms, kissing her nose, eyes and wherever she went - and she said, talking incessantly, confused, choking on words and happy laughter.
Neplyuev listened, looking into her eyes, then gasped, groaned when his stake suddenly splashed a hot fountain in Nadya ...
- Oh ... And ... the second will not be? - Nadya stumbled.
- What is the second?
- Well ... baby.
- Nadya. How many biology did you have?
“Pya,” Nadya said offendedly.
- Right?
Neplyuev tried to speak sternly, but still grunted with laughter, and Nadia along with him.She laughed so much that he almost squirted the second portion into her.
Then she was tired of talking, and they just sat there, looking at the lightning flashed outside the window. Then she sagged on Neplyuev, dropped her head on his shoulder, wrapped her hair, and he stopped to not wake her. Then he carefully took out his jacket, threw Nadia on his back, crawled away with her to the door wall, leaned over and closed his eyes.
Nadino is warm and breathing, the sweetness of her flesh, which is wrapped in a dick, the tenderness of her hands penetrated into it, sprouted inside and entwined there with outside thunder, with the noise of rain and wheels.
Spreading his legs wider so as not to fall, Neplyuev hugged his jewel tighter - and allowed himself to sleep ...
They lived in Kiev for more than ten years. In the mid-1990s, they were killed by bandits. Daughter Neplyuev left Aunt Zhenya, then went to America. From her I know this story, which she once learned from Aunt Zhenya. She says that Mom always called her father by her first name and “you”.
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Did you need a passport to buy tickets?
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Oochen romantic.
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The story is not bad, but, for my taste, syrup is dense. You know, the fantasy in your previous story (terrible from the terrible truth of anti-hero characters) seems more vital than the reality of it.
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You are always the best. Your first place. The story is matchless.
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How many talents sticks out on this site.
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Excellent as always.
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Already sending the story to the publication, I decided to open a cycle called “May-September” for them - about couples of the appropriate age. There will be three of them, they are not related to the plot - only thematically. When I write the following - I do not know, but I will write someday :)
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waiting with (=
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for your recent stories hard to masturbate, but interesting to read)))
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)))))))))))))))))
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And in my opinion, if it is difficult to read, then jerking is still more difficult;)
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Dear Man!
I will not repeat, listing the merits of your story. Just want to say a special thank you for the pillars! :))
And the end, in my opinion, in vain made such a sad one. It is not clear why kill the heroes ... However, the author knows better.
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I agree with you, however, I believe, because this story is based on real events.
I personally put the 10-ku and sincerely surprised by such a low average assessment of it: it is both humor and tragedy at the same time and ANY of the readers, in my opinion, can not leave indifferent.
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The story is cool in every sense. But I personally do not think that it is based on real events. That is, the story itself about the love of the teacher and his students, yes, real. But death in the 90s is nothing more than the author’s move. IMHO :))
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Let the author slyly squint and hide what he invented and what life;)
(I said neither yes nor no, if that))
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From what? My acquaintances were killed in the early 90s, though not in Kiev, but in Minsk. It was a dashing time ...
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And a dozen, of course, only a dozen! I would put 20 points, alas, the rules of the site are merciless to true talents: (
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Yes, what is there to breed bazaar? Masterpiece writing! I read my sweat so far))) I would give our Homo Super sapiens 100 points. Yes, I do not have physical capacity.
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And what is this fat hint of tovagischa? I, behold, I will complain “where I am going to follow”, I will complain to Uncle Gena! ... Another interesting place was remembered: “It hurts?” As in a bearded joke: "From the bushes came a girlish cry, gradually turning into a female." If the author is interested, I will give the chronology of my reviews: p1-somehow boring; p2-some kind of freak with gadgets, not a teacher; p4-cool dude, a real man, not everyone would be able to! ... Well, shame on women to be 10 points.
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Most of the lovers - really lovers, and not yearning without fucking - geezer with gadgets :)
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Thank God, that more than 10 here for the story do not put. And toby snotty ponadavili, for such a ... Eugene, send the fuck and marry a girl, it is not to be a man!
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Well, enlighten, if not difficult.
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Dear Man, tell me, do you know the movie “The Geographer Drank the Globe”? Very much the described events have something in common with the storyline ... Without helicopters and other things, but still.
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I read a book by Ivanov, according to which the film was made. Yes, at the end there is a very similar story, only without sex :) A few more similar stories were published in the Soviet era, in the 1970s - in a “hiking and geological” spirit. Only there were not schoolgirls, but students, and, again, without sex :)
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Many thanks for the tip, immediately watched the movie. Loved it. Our Russian soul bytovuha-chernukha. Good, professional work. Khabensky and the rest of the actors - at the height.
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And I looked. Join now. Khabensky is great. And the film is good, though, as usual, loses the book.
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Eugene, read another book. She's lying on the net. This is really cool.
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The story is garbage, because in the USSR teachers were imprisoned for such things, and he was simply fired, and parents could be wanted for kidnapping their daughter. Passports for the purchase of a train ticket were not required, especially since the passport was given only at the age of 18. And how did she work in a new city without a certificate and other documents? then such documents in the transition did not sell. And what have the bandits? like they were punished for their sins? If this is a literary story, then it goes for the reader.
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Yes, Acne, planted. Yes, tickets were purchased without documents when they were. How did you work - so easy! You can not even imagine how much!
But the story is simply excellent! But the reader Acne - - completely unacceptable !. =))))))))))
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No, Acne:
- Passports were issued from 16 - as many as nine thousand twenty bearded years;
- do not imprison, wait for adults. They fired, gave wolf tickets, etc. - yes.Well, I know nothing about where our prototype worked after the story;
- the girl already had a certificate. Grade 10 - graduation (this is stated in the text);
- tickets for passports - here yes: I was let down by a memory. Googled - Passports began to demand only after the collapse of the scoop. I'll fix it.
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Here's a chic story, really. But ... truncations and inconsistencies are felt. 1. Where is the child of any age? If she is 17 years old. 2. In Ukraine, it was really possible to get married with 17, but ... only for those who have a “Svididottstvo about People's Wife” and not a “Birth Certificate”. That is, to the Ukrainians, not to those who have come to a lot. In the Soviet documents put nationality.
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Yes, I was born in Brovary, if that, and I just have “Svidotstvo”. True nationality - Polish girl.
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Not. Although I am not from Brovary, but I specifically googled before writing :) The place of birth was insignificant. In any case, after 1974 (before that, I don’t know, maybe there were some other laws).
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Oh ... for the first time I hear it. Nitsche in the Soviet laws did not change, as far as I remember. Well, oh well, the story is gorgeous anyway.
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Well, at 74m, a passport-approval law was adopted there, according to K-rum, collective farmers finally began to issue passports, something was nakhimichili with a registration, etc. I do not know subtleties - I only looked at what was relevant to this the plot.
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What does "unacceptable" mean ???
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Handsomely...
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Thank you, Man! And the topic "May-September" is very interesting;)
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All komenty as a carbon copy))) and chelobrakus reminds of someone))))
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Is Chekhov?! ...
(*with hope)
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Chekhov? Do not flatter yourself. The story of shit, like everyone else, is written in a barracks language, which only costs bass, skin, elda ... The author got confused not only at the age of the heroine, but also in behavior, the scene of lamentations in the house "Oh, what a miserable I fell in love with, and he ... "Do not climb into any gate. But like all the recent stories of this homegrown "Chekhov". Only tearful ladies and nedomuzhiki can admire this "creation". In addition to disgust, the story does not cause anything! And they could always kill, in any period, the author did not lie here.
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And you try, the Permanent ill-wisher, to decompose the author into its components more vigorously, so that he would finally understand what “abyss” he fell into, and don’t forget us. Who else to hope for?
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I am not a writer, I am a reader, I didn’t like it much - I wrote it.
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Chukchi are different;)
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ABOUT! At least one thing unites us with Chekhov: he also did not always lie;)
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)))))))))))
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“Comrade Neplyuev stood up. He paused, as if wondering where he was and what he was. Then he said quietly:
- Go you all in the ass.
There was a terrible silence. Thinking, he recovered:
- That is fuck. "
Taking off my hat. Simple and elegantly indicated to commies the right direction.
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Where are you commies found? And the story is garbage. Well, if the protagonist himself told everything, but it turns out that the intimate details of the parents told their daughter and aunt.Your mother often tells you how she lit in school, how her hymen was broken? I think only on holidays))
Author, do not write more of this.
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Acne, you really decided that Neplyueva ml. (it doesn’t matter what her name really is) told me exactly about broken hymen? :)
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You write that this is a real case. What you learned about him from an aunt or daughter, in the story I did not exactly understand, it means all the details from them, and that means they learned all the intimate from the original source, and they told everything with gusto. You know - the reader understands everything literally. otherwise, why should all this be missed by the reader?
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I was counting not on the reader who understands everything literally, but on the one who simply understands everything;)
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That's exactly why Acne, and unacceptable !! You are not a vivisector in real life ?? =)))
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Vitali, you are right on all 100
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Poor citizens of the USSR how they suffered in a totalitarian society, but democracy came and everything became good! Vulgar you moron, a victim of ideology, even for a second turn on the brain, and do not repeat stupidly editorials from the media.
How I don’t like the author - a pompous fool, but for that respect, thanks to this text ... bastards of the system
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Oh, here is the Standing and spoke in his native French;)
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You're funny, I guess I won't even tell you anything, so as not to inadvertently offend you. Especially about the ideology and the media neighing, thank you.
P. S. “Poor citizens of the USSR as they suffered in a totalitarian society, but democracy came and everything became good!” - these are not my words. Feels like a dickhead at the regular reader, and not illusory.
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Vulgar, you are not vulgar, you moron, with communophobia! In a burr to see a red-brown threat ... I recognize a "democrat intellectual" with a hysterical gleam in his eyes, and saliva on a liquid beard. I did not think that these are still preserved ...
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Well I'm telling you, honey, don't be nervous. Put a burning ass in the freezer or in a basin with cold water, it's just the Internet, you can't take everything so close to your heart.
P. S. Did I really say that burr is a sign of a communist? Burr - a distinctive sign of the character, which is a representative of this filth.
P. P. S. Already not from the workers' and peasants occur, since the ass burned?
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Honey, are you a fagot, since you are so excited about men's asses?
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Does the action for a burn relate only to specific parts of the body?
P. S. With a question you answer the question, which means ... you disgrace our people with your ignorance!
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Permanent, are there really only two words in your French? ;)
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Where did I see the komunyak? But what about the lisping representative of these parasites, who, being blind puppets in the hands of the system, hide behind the fictional standard of moral character and crush any deviations from their imaginary norm. And Neplyuev sent them to the dick, along with the notorious rules.
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Speaking of Soviet morality *: if anyone saw the film "And if it is love?" immorality, and very quickly got "on the shelf", i.e. under the ban.
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* I am not at all an opponent of the moral state of society in Soviet times, but exactly the opposite. But the state of society and ideological bigotry are two different things.
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In many ways, I agree.
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Moral guidelines and the moral health of society have always been a dynamically developing “thing” ... Now Evzhop is trying to develop us in a purely specific direction. This opus gives a serious idea of how to deal with sexual freedom at that time. It is clear that no one will ever be good for everyone. But here the author was able to make the most important thing - to convey to us our feelings and memories of those relationships and times. Yes, there is tension. This is not how Dostoevsky wrote! Therefore, the vivisectors - - in the garden!
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In Dostoevsky, it is just a discrepancy on a discrepancy. Common place of literary criticism.
Is it about Chekhov;)
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Chelovekus, a skolko vam let to?
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How many winters, so many years: a hundred still not, but only ...
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Awesome story! You can not stop reading. Long time with me this did not happen.
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Op, Krasnoyarsk. If I am not mistaken. Pillars, Yenisei ...
Very romantic story)
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