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completely and even more than enough each other. However, I could not accept the pathological accuracy, delusions of purity and all-consuming pedantry in everything.
Judge for yourself. Drops of water on the table, floor, in the bathroom were considered to be almost a crime. Towels, towels, cloths had to hang on certain hooks, hooks, hooks in places strictly allotted to them, strictly according to the ranking, up to a millimeter. The dishes had their places too. All the circles were in the locker for a reason, and symmetrically turned at certain angles. The toilet lid should always be closed. The clothes are straightened, adjusted and hung in a wardrobe on their hangers and in a certain direction. She had wonderful eyesight. Seeing a speck of dust, mote, hair, droplet, speck, Katyusha immediately rushed to clean it, clean it, wipe it.
All anything. Maybe it would be even good. At first, I was even impressed by her love of purity. But soon, she began to follow me like a gendarme, first wiping, straightening after me, and then making demands. Scandals began. And no matter how soft I was, it began to strain me. I started to get angry all the time. Once I had a confusion - did not stand on it. It is after one of these quarrels. Demonstratively I lay down on the couch, very angry, fell asleep right in the clothes.
In the morning she asked for forgiveness and swore that there would be no more. Three days we lasted. Then a real scandal broke out because of some little things. Whether I accidentally broke a cup, or put a mug in the cabinet with a handle inside, not in its place, but I had to - out at an angle of 33 and 3 tenths of a degree or did I manage to drink coffee, forgetting to spread the circle? I do not remember. But there were so many reasons that any fit to the occasion.
It was getting dark thoroughly. I packed my things in my own travel bag. And having asked her to apologize for the unpleasant moments delivered to me, I filed an oral application for divorce. Catherine was sitting with her back to me, facing the window:
- Well, go! It was better without you!
Going to her, he kissed her neck, put the key to the apartment on the table and said:
- And I felt good with you ... Goodbye ...
Got into the hostel. Everyone there knew that I was being podzhenitsya, but they did not give the room to anyone: for every fireman. Not finding a single bottle in the fridge, but I really wanted to drink, I was ready to go to a night institution. But the roommate, apologized, taking the blame and asked how much it was there and what with the payday would give everything in money.
“Nothing,” I said, find one bottle and have something to eat.
Soon, he returned with an opened bottle of vodka and several plates of varied food, running around the neighbors. He refused to drink with me - he was to face the night shift. I was very upset about what happened, but for some reason I did not get drunk. Only the head ached. He fell on the bed right in his clothes and immediately fell asleep. In the morning, zagograzhivshis trudged into the sewing. There, finding a brigadier asked to dismiss without working off.
- What did Katya have a row with? - the woman said, “I can't fire you,” said the nose from the breath of fumes. You have to work two weeks.
“I didn’t really want to,” I smiled wryly, “anyway, today I will leave for another city.”
“Okay, wait, I am now ...” Seeing her intentions with a young man, she went to the personnel department.
I sat in my closet waiting for the brigadier, thinking that they would not have to worry for a while. I debugged all the cars, I changed all the suitable electrical equipment. Everywhere everything was signed and painted. My future receiver won't be bothered to figure it out. My sad thoughts were interrupted by Katyusha who burst into my monastery. She was all in tears. Probably the foreman passed me with giblets.
- Yurochka, do not leave me! Let's try again. I will change, I promise!
Women's tears always broke me, but not this time. I was adamant. I was sure that we would fail. We have already tried. So said his former lover.
- Well, do you want me to get on my knees?
I did not want to, but said something completely different:
- What will change it? In addition, the floor is dirty. Not stuck clean on like you so dirty.
Looking at the really dirty floor, she ran out of the room without a word.
Soon the brigadier returned with a labor book and a small amount of money. She was very sorry that I was leaving them, admitting that I was the best.
***
At the station it was semi-desert. I asked the cashier for a ticket for the first train, I got the money.
- And where to? - she asked
- Where the eyes look
“The first time I see such a passenger,” she was surprised, “what did the girl leave?”
“No, I left her this time,” the strange passenger explained.
Having taken a train ticket to another city, I left this city back home. For the future, we are firmly in the opinion that it is impossible to begin a relationship with a bed on the very first day. It takes some time. A week or two.
I am sure that if we did this to Katyusha, we would have parted without regret. And so we had mental agony and suffering, both for her and me. But it was easier for me. Another city greeted me with night lights. I had to start everything from scratch. Search for housing and work. There was no time to be engaged in self-digging I was not engaged. Fell asleep at the station bench. And in the morning ...
But that's another story. And I'm not ready to tell her yet.
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be sure to continue! xj3H4
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Well, puzzled? What does it mean: "xj3H4"?
But I am also a master of the charades)))))
ICI
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This is a novice, and he is not registered. The code (captcha) is most likely registered in the message field
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Darn! And how did I not guess?)))))
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No "possible" and "somehow on occasion." Continued in the studio! Your Seamstress, like School calls, is your trump card and business card. It is well worth it, let me judge from the side. I saw your heroes as alive, because they are alive. I am glad that I had a chance to praise the author, he deserved it.
So, what - wait, sir.
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Thank you, Eugene! Continued in my head, it remains a trifle - to transfer it to the "paper". I will try not to keep readers waiting.
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NO
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Eugene, as a poet, expressed our opinion. (About our opinions - on the forum, here is out of place).
You managed to simply and colorfully describe such a simple, and seemingly not colorful. So, apologies, such as "maybe", are not accepted. If we are wrong, Irochka will fix you.
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We are waiting for the continuation. No, we ask))))))) (Give the address, we will send a bouquet about the recognition of your art).
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The bouquet is not needed)))
Confessions too. I know that I'm still learning. But the sequel, of course, will be
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SAN
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I'm waiting too. And also 10.
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Beautiful Anabel! Already a whole page stumbled ... for the night))))
For the sake of seeing the lovely Marininsky bags in my kamentah buzhdu try more than ever!)))))
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Yura is burning. 10 balls. You are our autobiographer)))
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Serge. Of course, this will not be a 100% autobiographical story, but I will try to convey the descriptions of events that happened to me with the greatest confidence.))))
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Did they happen before historical materialism or after?)))) But what about the love of the combineer and the village woman? Or have you not mastered the combine?)))
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Serge a bit later, but the thing that happened in the city ... true rural type)))
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10!
Recently, I fall for autobiographical stories, if they are well written, of course.
This is a work of their number. Thank!)
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Thanks Sanchez! It honestly surprises me. When he decided to join the stream, he wrote pure erotica with a slant on porn, very few people liked my stories. How did you start to button in your style, everyone likes?
In this story, more precisely in this part there is not a grain or even a hint of erotica.
These I usually laid out on prose. and everyone liked it. But still in the second chapter I will not fail. It is necessary to match the site))))
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So erotik already become boring in its purest form)
Give us frills, yes to realistic, life.
With an interesting plot, close to the people.
It is necessary to correspond to the site, of course, but also “not porn” arouses interest when it is stated beautifully and with intrigue)
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but many authors, including you, have very interesting stories with an erotic bias. Therefore, I will still write precisely in this vein, but in a manner peculiar to me.)))
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Yur, while I’m essentially silent for now, I’ll speak about the style, ok?
When you write what you find interesting and intrinsic, it feels, and when “for demand” (although I know that you never write for “need,” but trying to “match”), the reader feels “false”, even if not fake ...
Therefore - stay yourself, this is the key to success;)
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So much for those! Fig from under the bed. Silent spoke! Well, you know, Korolevishna of my soul, I already thought of it as a sinful affair, that I would be bitten. First of all, the letters of the letter, you princess mavo sertsy deigned kag be, to dissolve my story in tatters? And it is neither a dream nor a spirit! Did she sing the praises in my honor again?
Creteg, sword other, my incomparable Non-commentator, sounds proudly! And you my dear, do not meet ... But give the key ... Give, I say!)))))
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Yes what I am CreteG, my dear friend? I am NOT a commentator))))) So I am NOT commenting))))) And the story is funny, but you once laid it out on the forum and even “behind the scenes" told about your experience of communication in the sewing front workers)))) ))
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Right! My dear. I have incontinence. All my stories are already somewhere zipped. But not completely written. and now I have finally decided to complete this project!
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And did the right thing;)
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giggle))))))
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Giggle onet. I can laugh in a voice ... But silently zhi ?!))))
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I am silent ... oh, pardonte, I forgot to paint the stars))))))
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Stars about downed enemies? And daub where, on the belly?
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Asterisks type designation of action: * giggle *))))))
But I like your version too))))))))
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In short, I didn’t work at work, but I wrote a story - continuation. Once home I finished writing and checked it 7 times. Then published, but also checked: reading aloud twice. I really hope that I caught all the fleas and licked, ironed all the style.
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Like everyone else - I look forward to continuing.
10!
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Thanks Our Sasha! Already! Moderation! With respect and adoration!
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