- The triumph of tolerance. Chapter 1
- The triumph of tolerance. Chapter 2
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belong only to her husband.
- No, not somewhere nearby. Not in another room, like last time. And very close. Hold my hand.
There is a limit to everything.
- Honey, - perhaps by choosing his words suddenly surging rage, the husband said: - This nigger eats there my salami and jam with my master's going to be my wife. May I still have to bless THIS?
Smiling wife face in a flash as if petrified, his head thrown back, the woman looked at him indignantly.
“I did not expect such a betrayal from you,” she reproached with an extremely offended tone: “Do you think I like it?” I, probably, am dragged from it, yes? A black cock is stuffed into me, as thick as my hand. And my husband is going to run away to another room, crawl there with his head under the pillow, just to not see. And this, instead of supporting his wife at such a crucial moment, to help her pass this important test, she threw up her hands.
And then she still spoke, she spoke, but he did not hear her. Before the eyes of her poor husband, there was already a bright picture of how this would happen. Like a rough, uncouth ebony, he grabs his beautiful wife with his grasping paws. And it was not terrifying that it was actually his own wife. Oh, no, do not think that Ivanoff was a complete egoist.
With all his human weaknesses and shortcomings, he loved his wife not as property, the right to which is confirmed by the painting in the marriage contract, but as a beloved woman. As Lady of the Heart, the faithful knight of which he dreamed of being. Well, at least in their dreams. After all, these are good dreams, aren't they? And only now he realized how much he in reality was inferior to that which shone in his dreams.
How could he think of himself, of his husband’s right to wife? To think as if she were some kind of beast, branded with a ring on her finger. And her place - in the stall, that is, in his bed. With him and under him. How could he sink to such vulgar thoughts when he thought about this holy woman? A woman willing to sacrifice the most precious, in order to give him the right to live in a paradise country? And for his sake she will sacrifice herself! Give yourself to this fearsome Negro. And he will grin and throw it on the sofa.
Is it possible with her? The black villain will scare her. She will shrink, does not want to let him go to his secret, such a defenseless and completely naked place. But where would she be with this son of the treacherous jungle? She can squeeze chiseled knees and even hug them with her hands. But the dark-skinned savage, laughing, will lay his paws on her legs in these exciting stockings, and in one sharp movement suddenly opens them. At once! As if tearing in two. Ivanoff saw it - the poor girl was lying on the sofa with her legs apart, and the scoundrel, gloomy, like a granite cliff on a moonless night, with a lewd grin, almost sprinkling saliva, admiring her crotch, as if wondering which of the two holes to try at the beginning.
Whether she cries or bites her lip, so as not to scream - the perpetrator is no difference. The black giant swollen in the interlacing of veins will rise and stick into delicate white flesh. He would implant her like a turkey on his steel spit. And it will pierce them, regardless of tears and pleas. As if laughing at the fruitless efforts of the victim, the merciless mighty member of the most eggs will enter the wife's lovely pussy, causing her to shudder and bend under a terrible onslaught. Or maybe, in the middle of this bacchanalia, when the villain strengthens his attacks, squeezing the beauty, nature itself will have mercy on the poor thing and deprive her of feelings, so that the unfortunate woman at least does not feel pain?
Mr. Ivanoff shook his head, expelling an eerie wraith. He must, was obliged to do something. Something ... very decisive.
- Honey, - he said with all seriousness: - If everything is so awful ... Hmm, do you think how he will fit into you at all?
- Here! - the wife triumphantly remarked: - Now, understand? - she pointed to his forehead.
- No, we have to cancel it. This is violence!
“And to lose the right of residence in this wonderful country, in which all people in the world dream to live, and only this happiness fell to us ... Sorry, I don’t remember how to continue,” said the spouse.
- Yes, to hell with what's next. He will tear you up!
- Dear! - said the wife seriously, giving her face the expression of the queen, ascending to the scaffold: - You have to pay for happiness. We must prove our commitment to the ideals of this country. And I will prove that we are tolerant, absolutely tolerant, no matter what it costs me. If you will be there, it will be easier for me. Be sure to hold my hand. And do not forget to offer me a guest.
- How? - Ivanoff stared at her.
- Well, how did you offer him tea? Now, imagine that I am the next dish, - the woman smiled gently and touched his hand, - and politely suggest. Politely. And, - here she looked at him VERY carefully: - Dear, everything should go perfectly. We need only the highest rating from a psychologist. Do you understand? And then all our ordeals will end.
“Yes, of course, dear,” the spouse agreed humbly.
“So why are we still standing here, dear?”
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I will wait for the continuation. Quite interesting
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It will be soon. Thank)
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Annealing is counted, Lois.
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This is a terrific story. The irony on both sides is the ever-drinking alcohol of Syberia and the “terrible” tolerance. I am delighted. And the descriptions of his wife are just great. Something like Anthony Burgess. 10 out of 10, a bunch of funny moments.
Do not pay attention to the assessments of others, they too literally look at things and do not understand sarcasm. Good luck and speedy continuation of the adventures of the Ivanoff family, in the same style and just as fun. Thank you for your creativity!
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Thank. But if the story is good, then it is the merit of its author. I just posted this text, and wrote it to another person who wished to remain incognito.
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Interesting. Ask him more stories and continue this if you can. On the forum in advertising, I will indicate you in the authors, okay? We will assume that you are a distributor :)
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OK. You can specify me as the author)
By the way, the real author reads the comments. Over continuation works.
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Great, author! This is extremely rare here, so the people were confused, not knowing how to evaluate it within the framework of tolerance. So, I, a seasoned commentator, wondered, how can I speak in terms of loyalty? Moreover, I, a native Siberian citizen, have such a difficulty: I don’t know what makes a drunk bear different from a sober one, because I didn’t see either one or the other on the street. It's a shame how! Before the advanced West ashamed. And I feel sorry for your heroes, very sorry. Let them go home, if you can. We are not in the claim and not offended, it's our own people. So they pass.
I thought and thought and put +10, come what may!
And about the continuation: as for me, everything is already said. I would read the following story of this great author. Only, my advice: do not show it to Zhvanetsky, so that he does not bite his own elbows. Good luck!
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Eugene!
Thank! The author heard you)) And I understood everything. However, the second part will still be. For it has already been written.
By the way, I suggest that all readers guess the name of one of the authors of this text. This is a fairly well-known persona on the site))) Determine the style? Let's play this game before the New Year))
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ten! Who is the author is not available to me.Perhaps I read it for the first time, or her? It seems to me that the woman wrote.
A rather ugly alternative reality or alternative future? With the rigid immoral principles of life. Black is painted white, and white is black.
Why did I remember Ray Bradbury with him: "451 Fahrenheit." Where the firefighter was considered the one who did not put out fires, but burned the past. Here human morality has been burned - and elevated to the rank of virtue - bestial.
To “appear” to the notorious psychologist, you need to tolerate how your wife is being fucked before your very eyes. But first you need to like this fucker))))
Great description! Juggling with words - names. Yes, being in Ukraine, I swore that bears are walking around in Siberia on a white day. But they were sober)))
I would call this work a pornographic pamphlet)))
I liked the 1st part! Written with humor - or rather with sarcasm. The author is jabbing over the society he invented, where people, like cats, who have stepped on the tail, meow, but they devour the bow, saying: “Ah! So tasty!"
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Thank you!
So many good words are nice. You, like Santa Claus, made us a gift)
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Thank you, Pearl of my heart! Happy New Year! With new happiness! I wish many adventures on your priests, but that they were only pleasant)))))
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Evil! Not just evil, but as it seems to me in the style of Kurynikyx or even (sorry for the comparison) Mayakovsky:
I get out of wide leg
His red skinned passport ...
Only the opposite is true. The latter has an excessive praise of the country in which he lives, but here is unrestrained denial of the country and not accepting the culture of the latter, where the character tries to assimilate.
The text is difficult to understand the subtext, although it is read easily and even freely.
Although to be honest, like Yuri, I once hung noodles about bears hanging around the street. Explaining the Guardian order why I crossed the street in the wrong place.
(The shortest distance between two points is straight. A smaller risk of falling into the paws of a terrible beast). In general, it looks good but obviously not for this site. The contingent is not the same. It is unlikely that readers who have come to the light read it. I think that only one name scares them.
I put 10, but the text is specific and complex. As they once wrote to me: I sat down to read, having decided to masturbate well, but here it is. Fuck did you post it?
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Thank you!
So I think: “Why did I publish it?”))))
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And you did not think that in the story it was not just the negation of the culture of that overseas country, but only irony, mockery of its image in the brains of the inhabitants of Syberia?
The author simply took the “tolerance” curve, exaggerated it to the limit and created a wonderful story. For me personally, this story is ironic in the first place towards Syberia.
As for tolerance, the word “empathy” is much more appropriate here - to all people, regardless of race and other qualities that are not chosen by man. You can not blame people for what they did not commit. You can not ironic over the cut of the eyes and origin. This is the “political correctness” that is so criticized in Syberia. In this country, alcohol lovers "overseas tolerance" is presented as the revenge of the oppressed, and this is far from true.
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The story did not leave indifferent. Be sure to read the second part.
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Thank you) The second part is different, more porn)))
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Not an ordinary story. Not often such meet. I especially liked this paragraph:
“How could he think of himself, of his husband’s right to wife? To think as if she were some kind of beast, branded with a ring on her finger. And her place - in the stall, that is, in his bed. With him and under him.How could he sink to such vulgar thoughts when he thought about this holy woman? ”
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Thank you The authors tried)
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