hair. That same raven wing ... And Galya suddenly, I felt it, was still dying. Cuddled up to me.
The girls in the bureau were beginning to look into fists, to sneak. And we didn’t give a damn, Galka was dragging, I was straining ... And then, by the way, the roar of my chief resounded.

The man he was of Jewish nationality, so in my name he put exclusively the letter "R." On the other did not slow down.
It sounded like this
- Rr-rr-rr ... Do you want to dismiss me, your mother? Where is the note?
I broke down, and under the laughter of the mashburo, getting tangled in my legs, rolled down from the second floor to the first. But he flew, while not in the office of the chief, but in his own. Where have long been competently written (and by request, Bob and Sveta have already checked) 100 lines in the number on the "dog". (“The Dog” is the titular part of the material going to the room. For a long time to tell who is interested, type in Nete what “dog” is in newspaper work)
- Here. In the room ..
Chef with particular care read. Then he signed in the graph
"editor"
- Live ... Free for today. Oh. I was reunited with something today ... And as soon as thoughts flooded, I will continue to tell. Suddenly it is interesting to someone ...

So. From the tables we dusted off all the dust. And we are sitting at these tables, the correspondents of the All-Union newspaper - Bob, Sveta and I, weary eyes resting on the wall clock - well, when they pass, these remaining 7 minutes before the end of the working day?
This is what concerns the mode of operation. As for creativity ...

Mainly they were engaged in editing the correspondent reporters (own correspondents from the regions), of whom there was no measure. This is me about the correspondents. However, and about the regions ...
Often, not even editing, and rewriting their materials again. For 140 rubles per month. Only occasionally did they manage to “stick” their notes in the number, which gave them twenty to twenty-five rubles a month. In plus to the salary.
Oh, and do not say about editing us.

One miraculously happened to go on a business trip to Tallinn. My weakness at the time was the radio clubs. Wherever I came, then there was something in me, based on which, I simply had to go to a local radio club, and then tell about it. And here, in Tallinn, I also found such a club. When the essay was ready, I thought over the title for a long time. Somehow I remembered that wherever in Tallinn I was not: a store, a small cafe, a restaurant, - before I say a word, I am told “Tere”, hello in their language. And with a flourish, then, on a typewriter, I put a headline to my essay: “Tare, the club!” I thought, let our newspaper, though not so hot, but still All-Union. It will be pleasant to children. There, they have. In the province. In Estonia.

Three hours later, our answer-room (executive secretary) tumbled into our department.
- Sasha, what is this “dash”?
I explained to the sixty-year-old man that this is
"Tere" does not even "dash", but rather the opposite - "Tere", "hello", it means.
I tried logically, then justify why I chose this title. And he offered as an alternative an option: mark with an asterisk, and below under the same label make an explanation “Tere (est.) -“ hello ”
“Yeah, I get it,” he said, and left.
The next day, the number of the newspaper came out with my material, which went by the headline "Hello, club!"
Like this. Forged boots for creative self-love ...

Well, its about work. It's about women ...

But there were still pleasant moments in my then editorial life. The peak among them was Elena Pavlovna. Helen ...
No matter how late I was in the office, I always slowed down in front of the door if the cherry "Nine" braked it ... Yes, of course, Mercedes or there, Lexus would be more alike for her. But the years were different. Cherry "Nine" was then at the same level. And Elena Pavlovna came out of it.

No, wrong. Did not go out - swam. First foot in the boot.So smooth, so perfect. In a super modern fashionable boot that spans up to half a calf; higher openwork (usually black, but there were also other) stockings. Further - I could only imagine, fooling off my fantasies. Then everything hid (infection!) Maxi skirt. But these few centimeters from the end of the boot toe to the beginning or the end (I’ve got confused again, but what happened with me then?) Her skirts, these here are a few centimeters of breathtaking beauty that were presented to me, frankly staring .
Then the whole of it came out ... It did not come out - it smelt. As a gift. Like a cake ... But not everyone is available.
I understood that perfectly. I understood that I would never have access to this sweetness. But who would forbid me to use even the crumbs from the master's table? Admire the perfection ...

And I, I repeat, when the cherry “Nine” braked it, it also slowed down. Even if he was late to the office. Especially, I was happy if it happened in the summer, or in the spring. As in slow motion, from right to left her femininity fluttered, her eyes smiled. If all this was on a warm day, then another warmth warmed me with warmth (a woman probably doesn’t notice it in herself. Although only the devil knows a woman to the end: what does she notice in herself and what does not.)

I explain.
Elena Pavlovna has always been frank ... No, well, don’t think of anything there, everything was chaste, covered up, like any other woman. But the fabric, whether it is domestic or foreign, covering (and as it would like, so that it does not cover it!) Could not restrain this erotic beauty with itself ..

Here I will allow myself to reflect a little. It is my deep conviction that criminologists are simply obliged to enter into their card file another, if not, the section “female breast”. Along with the already existing ones: “fingerprints”, “smells”, “retina” ... or what else do they have?
Female breast - unique. It can be lush or vice versa. It can be deployed and swaying, even with the usual simple step, or maybe like an artillery barrel, frozen before an art attack ... It does not happen, and there never was, even in centuries, at least two identities.
Elena Pavlovna's chest, like herself, was perfection itself created by nature. The power of what ended her hills could not withstand any blouse. Especially, if she, that blouse, is also so carefully ironed.

I am a man then, as if to say, young, not having much experience, but he knew that this happens only in an excited woman. When the soft nipples that are lost in the fingers suddenly tense up, they become sharper than the copies in the hands of the knights ...
Helena Pavlovna’s spears literally tore the carefully ironed multi-colored blouses, her sweaters and jumpers ... But the domestic industry (or foreign ones), working exclusively for consumer goods, could not foresee such a person as Elena Pavlovna.
Or what, I do not understand, she was always in an excited state?

Only, that there really did not happen, I could only dream of Elena Pavlovna. She was eight years older than me. It was a minus for me. But not very long. And the second was the size of Moscow to Vladivostok. The intelligence data reported: her husband works in a secret box and monthly brings six or even eight hundred to the house. And what am I with my 140 rubles, minus childlessness, minus income? So. Ant on asphalt.
So I just had a pillow. Naturally pillow on the bed. Gnawed on all sides by my own teeth. And the crystal owl in the bookcase, which you grab in the middle of the night by the head and let into the wall. So, to smithereens ... In the wall, behind which mother and father are sleeping ... And I also want to do something like that. But it stops the frightened voice of mother, who looked into the room and her whisper:

- Son, something happened?
I am ashamed to answer. Pretending to sleep ...

And Lenka, Elena Pavlovna ... Well ... She still comes out of her cherry "Nine" ...
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