Two gentlemen are fishing on the Thames. One
caught a mermaid, pulled out of the water, admired
and again threw into the river. The second was surprised:
“But why, sir?
- But how, sir?​

Tale, speak? Snow Queen, serenades, Mermaid, English gentlemen ... Well, well ...

Long ago, about 40 years ago, whether in the time of Tsar Pea, or Secretary General Leni, in the family of one responsible worker who managed to hold out in the nomenklatura when the G20, and when even the five, regardless of whether the times were Brezhnev-stagnant or Gorbachev - perestroika or Yeltsin-hurricane, a daughter was born. He already had sons, so everyone was happy with the daughter. Until that moment when it was time for the child to get up on its feet and stomp itself. It turned out that she had some kind of defect in her right foot, and local doctors said that she would not walk. They did not offer a high-ranking official to hand over his beloved daughter to a home for the disabled, knowing his temper temper, but they shook their heads dejectedly, citing the will of God or Allah or Buddha, depending on the denomination.

Sentences of the heavenly office are usually not subject to appeal. But his father loved his lovely Lali (accent on u), connections around the country (which was very important at that time) and money (also an important factor) he had plenty of, and Lali passed his preschool childhood through clinics-operations and sanatoria-rehabilitation . By school age, she was already able to walk. With a bulky, ugly metal structure on his leg and with a limp, incomparable with the grace with which the boatswain of pirates on a wooden leg runs across the deck of a ship during a storm.

The intensified struggle for a healthy walk continued during the school years. Not advertised and not disseminated in the press, but it turned out that near the resort edges there is a school-hospital for children with disorders of the musculoskeletal system. Her father arranged it there, and not all 10 years, but Lali spent 7 or 8 there, studying not only physics, mathematics, chemistry, biology and other geography stories, but also what ordinary children fully master in the second year of life.

By the time of admission to the institute (although it did not happen at 17, but at 19-20 years old), the bulky construction on the leg had become extremely miniature and hidden inside. And Lali's limp could be seen by strangers only if she thought to run or walk at a brisk pace, or break dance or twist. But there was no such thing, for she loved to dance tango, she was taken for long distances, and she overcame short ones at a slow walking pace, solidifying, at the level of reflexes, that gait motility due to which she did not look lame.

... Many years later, telling me mainly about her sexual desires and interests, discussing her usual and unusual partners, avoiding focusing on the topic of health (but often remembering her special school, the years of study-treatment in which she considered for herself the most calm and serene), Lali made a brief quote from the Little Mermaid let me know what it cost and still cost her - a normal walk of a leisurely strolling young woman: “Every step is a cry, every step is a pain!”.

Well, that happened the transition from a sad life to a fun sex. What did Lali have that sort of strawberry?

The love of a young girl in high school special schools and light petting with a guy who is intelligent and handsome, but with a hopeless diagnosis of a wheelchair-bound for life.

The first sex in college years with a guy who does not have oddities in physical appearance, but a rebel and nonconformist of the 90s, who lost interest in her, having learned whose daughter she was, and later, without graduating from the institute,has disappeared unknown for many years in a series of interethnic conflicts and peacekeeping operations.

Two or three short novels while studying in graduate school, which ended either because of disgusting pity for the invalid (Lali was not limping, only being in a special shoe design), or because of the irrepressible greed of candidates for a son-in-law to an influential and rich test. One of them was for her the first in oral sex ("A wonderful beginning, an adorable process, a wonderful finale ... oh, if I could get along without sperm taste, you could catch not only moral but also physical orgasm" - Lali’s characteristic perception blowjob). Another persuaded for anal (“The moral orgasm of the final is beyond doubt, and if not the pain at the beginning and the unpleasantness of the process, however, strangely dulled, but not always and not with all, it would be possible to catch the body”, but this species remained rare and uncomfortable for her.

After defending her dissertation, Lali began working in two places: in a research institute as a research associate, and in her own university, in her department as an assistant professor. The close proximity of research institutes and universities to each other is difficult to consider the work of daddy, but the apartment is within walking distance from the places of work was, of course, his gift to his daughter.

And Lali had a lover for five whole years. Very strange, narcissist, selfish type. He was a damn about her disability and the position of her father, her education and scientific career, her past and future. He never asked “Who was with you before me?” And never once made it clear that the next meeting would take place at all. He very often did not pick up the phone when Lali called him, but he allowed himself to call her at any time of the day or night, whether she slept or read a lecture, and in a voice that did not have objections say: “Come to me at a certain time” or “Take me from this place to you.” Neither he nor she had a personal vehicle, so Lali carried out all these urgent movements by taxi. At your own expense. And sent him back by taxi if she had the meeting, also at her own expense. And I treated him to café-restaurants or bought him something delicious. And even sometimes he “lent” money, which he could return, and could forget after the expiration of the statute of limitations.

I think it was not love in the full sense of the word. Because Lali saw his human faults very well and never idealized him, justifying such non-male and ill-mannered behavior. I think it was love to have sex with him. That is, it was with him that Lali had the best of sex, and it was with him that she was happy with everything, with a certain reason thinking that it was not a sin to pay for such great sex, either directly or indirectly. For how many bad words have I heard about him as a man, but there was not a hundredth part of discontent as a sexual partner. Despite the fact that he was a complete egoist and in bed: he fucked and ended up where he wanted at the moment, even if it was vaginal during menstruation or anal without prior enema. Could at its discretion and depending on the mood to bring up to three or four orgasms in one meeting. And he could capriciously declare: “You are dry there, it means you do not want sex, that's all for today, go get dressed.”

And, probably, it was still a pity. Who, if not Lali, was to know what the disabled person feels and needs, whose helplessness is visible to everyone. Because this lover was blind.

In 2005, he emerged from “nowhere”, into which he sank almost ten years ago, that very first man, a rebel boy who had fought for his romantic ideals, by the most I can’t. With a burnt soul and face, he sought out Lali, thanked her for the ability to wait and thus save his life clearly according to Simonov, admitted that he had loved her all this time, and asked to marry him.

The wolves, kicked out a year before, were retiring for the penultimate pennies otgrohal their wedding, gave the car and made a son in law for the only job that he could more or less tolerably perform - the head of security in a commercial bank. After promising to buy them a penthouse in a luxury house, as soon as they please his granddaughter (he already had four grandchildren from his two elder sons, but no granddaughter).

"Mighty blind man" did not mind ...