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- sweet.
- Do you have a pussy? - hardly constraining laughter, the lover has taken an interest.
- Of course have! Show? - Lightning instantly dropped her panties and, standing in front of me, twisted and so and so.
- Can I kiss her right on the lips?
- Sure you may! Kiss!
We were desperately afraid: surely something would go wrong. The man was afraid that he would be embarrassed before the woman. This has already happened once, but this is another story. The woman was afraid that she could not reach the peak moment, it had already happened too. They decided to help themselves and each other. Shame and propriety hide away! More fun, laugh at the fear of the other and at yours. At first they saw only fear in the eyes of another. Their fear was also reflected in them. Then he became less, less and less. The lover said: "I love you!". Mistress: "Love me!". They rushed into their arms and loved with all the passion and tenderness.
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Our misadventures ended, failures began to get round. At first we did not believe in it, but then we got used to it and took it for granted. Often remembered various peripetias and funny stories from life. For three years, fate favored the family.
Less than a week after our acquaintance, as I made my lightning offer. She called me Cinnamon. Of course, not in public, but only when we were alone. Lightning out of the habit of its whimsical character, without hesitating for a second, immediately agreed. A month later, we were triumphantly fitting the occasion, putting rings on each other, and the groom kissed the bride. This event took place without a pump, fireworks and weddings. We cruised between the houses, making love in each of them.
The next day, the employees, both at my workplace and at Agnes, demanded that the unfortunate people, who decided to tie their fate with the losers, be revealed to the world. We took turns to the world, reassuring them that they themselves are, but having found our soul mate, we very much hope that the strip, the length of our entire past life, will finally end, because minus minus will give a plus. Everyone wished us to sell unrealistic dreams. And they defied and in spite of come true!
Three years of a cloudless and happy life have passed. Even being separately: Agnes spent her vacation in hot countries, and I went to the village to visit my grandmother and grandfather; nothing extraordinary happened to us. Once she agreed to a joint trip to the countryside, but she didn’t ask for it anymore. Its lightning character, did not fit the slow, measured peasant life.
We really wanted a child, even two, but for some reason we did not succeed. The doctors shrugged, finding nothing pathological in the couple. But once my cell phone rang, I heard my wife's wild cry: “Cinnamon, I'm pregnant !!! We will have a child !!! ". I was beside myself with happiness. Finally our dream came true!
“If there is a girl, let's call her Fortune,” suggested my love.
- And if a boy? - asked in love with her
- You think up! - she laughed.
“Tikhon,” I said.
- Why not Fatum? This is an ancient Slavic name ...
“Ancient Greek,” I interrupted her, “God of chance, like Fortune.”
- Well, daddy, be it your way! - Lightning laughed again and pounced on me with kisses.
From that day on, our nightmare began again. In hospitals, where I accompanied my wife, medical equipment was constantly breaking down. In one, the lighting completely went out. As soon as we moved to a safe distance, according to Fatum, it turned on.
- What does it mean? - Once for a family tea with traditional cinnamon pies, the future father asked.
“This is he,” with a glance at her belly, the expectant mother explained her conjecture, “our child.”
- But this can not be? - I was amazed by the future father, - he is not even three months old, and not even from the clan.
- So what? - My dear bumbler - I am sure that it is he, all our misfortunes and a feature of bad luck were passed on to him.
I no longer argued with her, because I trusted her intuition completely.She didn’t go to hospitals anymore, but she was going to give birth to going to the village to my grandparents, where civilization was only in light bulbs and they were extinguished after 10 pm, and sometimes earlier. We decided to take indefinite leave and withdraw all the money. Engaged in shopping necessary things for women in labor. A friend lent me his jeep for such a good cause. On it, we went to our almost the first honeymoon trip.
Soon the relatives met us with open arms. Fresh country air, unsophisticated food have a beneficial effect on the woman in labor. Adventures have stopped worrying us. I rushed back and forth to the district center for important purchases. I forgot to say that we both got rights in the first year of our life together, but we were not ready to buy a car until we were ready. Now the first priority for the appearance of a small one was: the sale of our apartments to both friends and the purchase of a two-bedroom apartment ...
Soon came the blessed moment. I was kicked out of the upper room. The village midwife, who took birth in more than one hundred people in the villages in the district, reassured me: “She is at thee, Pepper, a strong woman! Sduzhit! But I was still worried, and my grandmother's front garden quickly went from corner to corner. In the hut there was some kind of a shuffling, a movement, but I tried not to listen much. Then everything calmed down, and there was a baby cry. It seemed strange to me. Grandmother ran to look and came out smiling happily: “Hail granddaughter! You have twins: a boy and a girl! ”.
A month later we went to the city. Lightning measured rustic life did not like. He oppressed her, besides the children should have been shown to the doctor. She refused to go to the hospital flatly, then we called the doctor to the house. Everything was just fine. Children grew up, rarely sick. A year later, Agnes went to work. She was a great professional in her profession, just like yours truly. Therefore, her name was in any place, regardless of the long track record, which referred to numerous fires, floods and equipment damage.
In the third year, we finally exchanged apartments for a spacious one in the center. Caring for children carried out compassionate nurse: a thin pretty woman under fifty. She did not have her children, but she loved ours very much. The woman worked with us for almost a year, instead of seven nannies before her. She didn’t care much that sometimes electrical appliances went crazy, water could disappear from the tap at any moment or rush with boiling water. She asked us to give up the gas stove and buy an ordinary electric one. The excellent cook did not use any kitchen units. Rubbed on a grater, pushed a tolkushkoy. Timers did not interest her. She knew when everything would be ready. Swept a broom, the vacuum cleaner shoved away into the pantry.
We immediately warned her about the extraordinary features of our children, but the new nanny was happy to do everything possible so that fewer disasters occurred in our apartment.
Agnes was right. As soon as the children left the womb of the mother, strange things stopped happening to her. True, we thought with fear about the future. But it came much earlier.
It was this year that there was a fire in the apartment. Zinaida, the name of the nurse, was urgently called by her mother to go home. She was not only half an hour, she told through sobs. Mom became ill, the nurse lived nearby. As soon as the ambulance arrived, she ran to us. When I returned, I saw a fire truck in the courtyard of our house and immediately called Agnes. Agnes to me. We arrived almost simultaneously.
In the nursery there was chaos and destruction. The fire started from the crib and spread to the window, the fireman explained. But when they entered the room, the children were not in the nursery. Nor were they in the room. And in other places.
- Where could they go? - the nurse asked, they didn’t learn how to walk.
- Like this? - the fireman was surprised, - if the children did not start walking after one and a half years - is it very strange?
- God! They will suffocate! - cried Lightning, but I already ran to the kitchen.
The children sat in a hefty empty electric oven. Purchased more for the kitchen interior, it has never been included in my life. They were dirty and smiled cheerfully.
“Crawl out,” I said, “it's all over.”
They crawled out.Fortune skulked the sweet face and began to ask us not to swear.
“Tikhon,” I asked, “what happened?”
“A burning cigarette flew in to visit us,” the boy reportedly made a smart face, “the bed burst into flames and, with the Fort, we ran to the kitchen and hid in the closet.
“Clever boy,” the fireman smiled.
- Oh! Only do not praise him, please, - the wife got worried. Fortune, - she turned to the little girl, - Tikhon is telling the truth? “Trying to sully her, she interrogated her.
- Yes, mommy! Everything was like that, - the cunning girl lowered her eyes.
- Fortune! - tried to sticking mother - please look at me! What does it mean: "Run off to the kitchen?"
Fort, without saying a word, ran into the room and quickly went back.
“Quiet,” she turned to her brother, and now you?
Silently, with a shrug, ran into the room and back.
- What do you say? - the spouse asked me.
“Stressful situation, I think,” I shrugged.
“I am interested in something else,” the fireman wedged into our conversation, “how did the burning cigarette end up in the crib?”
“I’m sure I flew in from our neighbors,” I pointed out, pointing to the ceiling, “there are two drunkards living there, Zinaida has repeatedly argued with them ...”
“I'm calling the police,” the man said, pulling out a cell phone.
When everyone had settled, the children were laid in the kitchen, right on the floor, taking with them a solemn promise: not to play hide-and-seek in the oven. The builders quickly replaced the nursery window, but it was still impossible to sleep there. We hung the door with various blankets, otherwise the smell of burning was seeping from all the cracks. Fortunately, the fire did not have time to spread strongly. The bed and a window curtain caught fire. Someone who saw from the street immediately called.
Agnes went to the kitchen with an inspection.
- Well? - I asked.
- Sleep like pretty ones. This is an adventure! And sleep on the kitchen floor? What could be more beautiful? - she laughed softly.
- No doubt. You know, I thought, they need stress. No, not constantly, occasionally, they then develop faster.
- Well, I do not! - Lightning rebelled, - like today? No! However, you are probably right to think about it. We arrange them extreme?
- In terms of?
- “Losing” in the hypermarket, ask friends to look after them. And we must bring them to the village. Clean air and all that ...
- Only in the forest will not lose them! - smiled husband.
- Here they will grow a bit, it is possible in the forest, - the wife thought.
Stress is good, but love is not the main thing! That's the main thing.
- I did not get that? - said Agnes
- Love sister to brother, and brother to sister. If they firmly love each other, failures will bypass them.
- And you're right! - agreed my princess, and then? When is it time to get married?
- Wait and see...
Fortune and Tikhon ceased to be losers. It never occurred to anyone to call them unlucky or losers. And when the time came ... But the time has not come yet.
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Greater THANKS! Shate (another site)
And Anabel_L - this ST, for the indicated errors in the text.
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Yuri, bravo! Bis! But I hope these are not real life sketches?))))
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Thank! Absolutely everything is true, except for the names of heroes. They were not married and had no children. True, some cases have happened to me at different times and in other places.
For example: the scars on the fingers of the light bulb are almost gone ... Sausage from the wardrobe, Irochka removed once, without finding it in the refrigerator, but there was a bag with socks. True, they have not had time to freeze)))))
Soap with cinnamon gave me one of the passions. I do not have a car and did not learn to drive. The phrase of a friend is written word for word: "... or I will break it on the first day, or crush someone on the second ..."))))
Naturally, for the harmony of the narration, I combined them all in a short time.))))
The story is half auto-logistical. And maybe more))))
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So, not according to that plot, the French had to shoot the film “Unlucky”)))
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I have already been offered the same thing on another site, where I published this story)))))
I don't think anyone will be interested. But it was after watching this film with Pierre Richard in the title role, I had the idea to write this story. There is still an American. Talented actors are also busy there, but I like French more)))
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Not to be unfounded ...
My recipe may be different from others))))
Washed apples (I take sweet-sour, not loose, such as seven), cut into 4 pieces, remove the seeds, pour sugar. In the microwave to give a little juice.
Flour the flour Yeast with a spoonful of sugar stir with a warm milk (water) a third of a glass approximately. Let stand half an hour.
Pour 3-4 glasses of flour into a deep bowl, make a hole in it, pour out the yeast solution and some more milk (half a cup or a little more), add butter. Not melted in the microwave! And just soft. A little salt to taste. I once forgot - no one noticed)))
To interfere with terrible force!)))) Until it becomes homogeneous and will not stick to hands. Cover with a towel and set aside for an hour and a half. It should rise one and a half two.
Roll out the gurney or bottle on a hefty pancake or rinse the dough into small ones and roll each one. Put apples in each patty. To drain the syrup, otherwise when baking, it will pour out and burn, sprinkle with cinnamon, as much as you wish and carefully tweak. Or nafigachit in advance cinnamon in apples. The oven must be heated for a min of 40-hour 180—200 degrees. they are all different. And it turns out differently.)))
Baking spread with sunflower oil without diligence)))) Important! Lay the patties upside down, not up. In order not to burst and do not flow. Turn on for 45 minutes or more. Do not open the oven! Until they get ready! If the front cover is glass, it is visible. And so on the smell.)))
To make them shine, you can smear them with kuroyits protein in front of the oven or at the end sprinkle with water from a flower sprayer. But not much and carefully.
Girls sometimes make tiny cakes, two times smaller than normal. It's fun and eaten, with a pont, a lot)))
The filling can be pears, but then you don’t need to melt them in the microwave. pee smaller, like peas, covered with sugar. Let it infuse while the dough reaches.
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Do not overdo it! The dough should be semi-liquid in type sour cream, slightly thicker. Pour the apples and in the oven. Do not forget when it is ready to turn the apples up. It is possible to open while cooking, but not often. Tyka fork - determine readiness
If you buy a jar of canned pineapples, give them a good drain, carefully put in shape (we can do without cinnamon), pour dough, there will be an awesome charlotte with pineapples))))
It seems to have exhibited this description on the forum with photos of the finished charlotte. The recipe was written as an afterword to the story.
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I already wrote a review of this story. I repeat, perhaps. Funny, touching and bright story, charging a positive. Yura, it would be interesting to read about "when the time came." Maybe think about the continuation?
But I will not even look at the recipes. You monster yura. + 3 kg: (my body seems to be thoroughly preparing for winter. I will have to poison it with kefir. And no pies, charlottes and chocolates.
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My beautiful Anabel. Thanks again! It's one thing when you just describe what happened to you, and another to invent. Besides the future. I am not ready for this. I just don't know what to write about ...
As for the pies, you really won't lose weight from them. But purely apples contribute)))
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I haven’t seen your stories for a long time, I grabbed for the November one as soon as it was published, and your comments became less frequent. You are not going to disappear?
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Come to the Forum. Yuri there often happens.
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It seems that Viscount addressed me, not Yura.
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And now he wonders to whom he addressed))) Was it really so hard to write: “My dear Anabel”?
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I apologize, I turned to Anabel. Did not want to confuse.
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Not worth the apology. We understood that)))
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What is the problem? And you go to the Forum)))
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Yuri, thanks for the story and for the recipes)
And laughter and sin ... I met people-catastrophes in life, something like this happens.
10 points)
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Thanks Sanchez! Of course this does not happen every day. But it was my fault that I made two fires in production ... for a long time. And one very strong sinking of negligence in his own apartment.)))
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Yuri, I think, the highest score from us, with all our fastidiousness, is quite a fair assessment.
Reading you, I want to read one more))))
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Thank! Then you have to read a huge story in 13 wanderers, written by me earlier))))
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The idea is interesting) Now I am eager to meet a man-catastrophe at least once)))
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Katniss, do not burn. and then burn with him or drown))))
I have one of the mistresses, not tightly covered the refrigerator-freezer, all the frozen vegetables for the winter melted - I had to throw it away. Three fires at work and a couple of floods in the apartment. And this is of course not all. How many times have I hurt my arms and legs. Since childhood, I was twice hit by a car. Two times I was abroad. Once killed by a current, but before it sank. Just do not list just.))))
But besides me, sometimes it came to people who were with me ...
But fun!)))))
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The story is funny, touching, definitely original. In short, this story is pleasant.
Although! Sorry for the spoon of tar! The text is not read. For example, the phrase - "Approaching the house the bladder of a young man, again made itself felt." It turns out, the bladder approached the house. It would be better to write: "When I approached the house ...".
There are more moments. Perhaps you yourself have already seen them. It always happens - you spread the story and see - “Oooh! Where were my eyes ?! ”)))
I brought you to your favorites.
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I will not forgive for anything!)))))
Of course, I read it out loud and in other formats. But the eye was soiled. However, I take note, and be sure to correct it in prose.
And the fact that you brought me to your favorites ... best of all ten! Mmmmmmmmmm It's like a cherry in chocolate ... Tasty before losing consciousness.
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Oh, how I want to read you on prose ru! Maybe in lichku throw off your coordinates?
Cherries in cognac and chocolate are my favorite candies;)
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Posted in PM ...
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