We defend the north-eastern outskirts of Slavyansk. Tanks are starting to attack our left flank. Cossacks from hundreds of "Babai", unable to withstand, leave the position.
- “Max”, “Gray”, see the shopping center? Climb to the roof and cover us with rocket launchers.
Min breaks Short rushes. Entrance to a dilapidated building. Fallen mannequins. Freakishly mixed blast of a dress and fur coat, women's and men's shoes ... Second floor ... Third ... Splinters of broken dishes ... White porcelain cup ... In a pool of wrinkled, already blackened blood.
I look up at the signboard and stop in my tracks. Salon porcelain "Arbat" ...
Two-seater compartment of the fast train "Quiet Don". Station Chertkovo. Short stop. I help the woman to bring a suitcase.
- Do you keep your way to Moscow?
She nods and smiles.
- The road is twice as short as a good fellow traveler. My name is Max. Because of my snoring, you won't close your eyes for a minute. Just kidding
- And me, Tatiana. And I don't even toss and turn in my dream ...
She changes into a tight-fitting tracksuit and gathers her hair in a ponytail. I notice that she has an amazing figure. Sensual lips and green eyes. Pretty !!!
- Are you on business to the capital?
- We are going to the exhibition of porcelain ... My hostess store elite dishes. She is in the next car. I'll go visit her now.
It was dark outside the window. I read. Mourned. Turned off the light. I lay down ... A neighbor walks in cautiously. Includes night light. It makes the bed and climbs under the blanket.
- You have such beautiful eyes.
- Thank. And I'm lost in your eyes ...
- Are you seriously? I am sure that you are bathing in the attention of men ... Such a charming woman, for sure, has many lovers.
- I'm married...
The night light goes out. I listen to her uneven breathing and beats of my own heart. Unexpectedly, I get up, throw off the blanket from her, and begin to slacken my pants ... no panties. Beauty does not resist. My friend is ready. But how!!! Poured with blood like a mosquito, which sucked fat female ass for half an hour ... I plant it on most tomatoes. The vagina is just overflowing with boiling juice! ... She wraps her arms around me with force. A moment, and the sperm irresistible stream rushes into her flesh. At the same moment I feel a cry filled with passion with my whole body ...
- What are you sweet! I felt like I was electrocuted ...
- I want, I want you more!
- Just go to the toilet. I quickly...
Waiting begins to tire, but the member, despite the circumstances, continues to remain in the cocked position ...
- Been waiting? I hurried to you, but there is no hot water there ...
Now the enchantress undresses herself. He lies down and invitingly spreads his legs. With great difficulty I shove my unit ... From the cold water of an already narrow slit turned into a mouse mink. Easy vertigo "from success" ... She has everything in its place. Well, very comfortable! ... I accelerate the rhythm. Each time it turns out to go deeper and deeper. Almost get to the most intimate ...
- Rodnenky, come on, come on soon! I'm ready ... I can not wait anymore! ... Together! ... A-A-A-A !!!
Back to my shelf. We are silent for some time.
- You are extraordinary! Just a sorceress!
- The most that neither is ... There at the bus stop ... I saw your hairy chest ... and I wanted to touch ...
I wake up next to someone crying. Tatyana sits, covering her face with her hands, and sobs.
- Sunny, well what happened?
- God, what a bitch I am! How could! ... A married woman ... and a child.
Kazan Station. Helping to make a suitcase on the platform.
- Maxim, you will be in Slavyansk ... There is only one shopping center ... And our salon is called Arbat.
I gently kiss my hand and mingle with the crowd of people.
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go further war than write any moor. more stupid story did not read. definitely 0, 5 points.
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So, I read the most stupid story ... Post your own, critic.Take pleasure in enjoying your mind ...
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Interesting story. Such an unusual writing style. Loved it. L Have you thought up or does this happen in reality?
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Almost nothing is invented ... Reality is sometimes intertwined more strange than any, even the most daring, fantasy.
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Do not be offended by idiots. There are so many of them on this site! I can not only understand why you are published here. Write where you can read smart and serious people ... Your works are worth it. Take as good advice.
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Something like that...
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Thank you for the appreciation of my "creativity". I do not think that somewhere in more serious places there will be an interest in my stories ... not even stories, but travel notes.
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I do not agree that there is nothing in it. Just a narrow-mindedness does not allow many to see what a soldier usually experiences - an attempt to sew together their lives from pieces of too disparate life events, try to comprehend their logicality, and this is rarely a success.
The meaning of this publication is that peaceful people think in peaceful categories, and their experiences with war people are different. One was struck by a cup (a fragment of a peaceful life) in a pool of blood - death personification, and the other is killed because it “gave” to a companion, although it has much more weighty reasons for experiencing. The author tried to show how petty is the consumer adyulter amid the catastrophe, what is it worth worrying about because of this ?! And the author succeeded. Well done! A solution to the question about the need for publications in other places, provide readers with brains, and not just here, with eggs! Local are right: come to the den - if you please meet the expectations of porn for "vzdrochnut at bedtime."
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Thank you, Er man. After reading your review, I realized that it was not for nothing that I began to print on this site. You wonderfully understood what I wanted to tell ... and the reader and yourself. You begin to think about it only after returning alive ... And about the cup in the blood ... and about the clothes mixed with the mortar blast ... and about the sensation, even more about smell, death ...
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Oh, that's what I wanted, according to the custom of carping and spitting. I read it and changed my mind. No, I lie - “fat female ass” and “tomatoes” - well, it's fucking, the author! But I liked it, for which 8 points.
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Thank. Touched.
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Clipping the narration of this thing does not go in any way. Yes, everything is clear. Yes, a hot topic. Yes, sex on the verge of life and death always attracts, but no more.
Sorry, the author, you are extremely cute to me (imagine, I am surprised myself, but I have read almost all of yours), but you should learn to describe not only actions, but also emotions. And with this you are stingy. And I do not need to say that men do not write emotions. Read Dostoevsky.
I give you ... 7-8 ... 8-7 ... still 8.
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I am now rethinking my life ... I am writing both for you and for myself ... I am very afraid of my emotions ... I try to avoid. And I hardly sleep like that ... Thank you, dear Nettle. I will definitely fix it.
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Do not be afraid. At least when writing. Spill out on paper - it will become easier, believe me.
Russia has always been strong by writers because our life is not easy. On the verge of a foul.
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For me, the value of works of this genre in two factors. 1 - well, right oooooochen a good plot, quality, not banal. 2 - a tasty description of the process itself. When both factors overlap, that's fine. And in this writing there is nothing.
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There's only a piece of my damned life ...
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Only idiots can use the sad image of the separatists.
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thank. I ... was traveling from Snezhniy to Kiev. More precisely, first in the snow from Kiev, then back ... Sometime in another life. Going out all night for transplanting to ... Oh, never mind :) God, now it seems it was in another universe in general ...
p. s. Babai "defended" Kramatorsk. This is so, "cleanly cling."
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And me too ... About another Universe.
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