And I dived to my girls, hugged them, enjoying the warmth of their tummies, and fell asleep, realizing that the new year would be pleasant and not pleasant for all of us. And what Yurka, you bastard, as a woman sunk into Lidka as a peasant. Here, you bastard, I will. Fuse!

Hmm, this is what we did for this New Year. And what's next? Just so this gentle corps de ballet will not end.

***

You will not believe. But after the meeting of the New Year, somehow all the passions subsided. We were no longer perjured for experiments, Svetka was not announced, Olga took up the house, the child and the pregnancy. And, in general, we so plunged into such an ordinary life, into some small trifles, of which only pleasant sensations remained. The busses of the troika grew according to terms, forcing me to think about the whole corps de ballet sometimes. How should I be? No, Vika’s child is mine and no words, Olga never confesses to Yuri. Moreover, all the sex with her I had after, so to speak, witnessed by the husband and wife of the fact of pregnancy. And in front of her husband. So, what ... I was worried about something else. How will the life of Victoria? It is clear that all the time this can not be. We even have a criminal case to go for polygamy. Yes. It was why sigh. Viku pity. A woman, no matter how happy she is in this kind of relationship, needs a family, a house. Yes, and husband, imagine. Every woman, no matter how advanced she is, whatever orientation she is, wants to have a husband. Even the same sex with her. But husband.

One summer evening, when the time before the birth of the trinity was measured out, if not for hours, but in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. The girls somewhere on the bench sat there, talked about their women and children too, and could not return so quickly. If something did not happen. I opened the door. On the threshold stood Yuri.

- A. - I stepped aside. - Come on in.

- Thank. - He somehow tilted his head so that everything inside me squeezed. Sveta crossed my threshold.

- You know. - How to say it more softly, but firmly? - Do not be here my second I liberate? Aha

- I did not think so. - Yurka made surprised eyes, but I saw what was inside them. Sveta wanted sex. Or something like that.

- Whats up? “The kitchen was hot, so we moved into the room, into the breeze.”

- You see, Misha. - In the beginning ?! So? - I have a problem. I'll explain now. - He hurried fearing that I would send him. - I have one man.

- Listen, if you - no, I must say, - like Sveta now ...

- you what? - Yurka shook his head. - What is Sveta? - But I saw this in his eyes! - I'm like a man to a man.

- Okay, go ahead! - But he sat away, sort of like a shadow.

- So, here. - She looked at the ceiling. - Now, you will kill me!

- I will kill if you pull!

- In short, one of my friends stumbled into Victoria before losing their memory and now loops around, trying to lure her.

- Hmm? - Something did not see anything. Although, wait, Vika had flowers there, in that apartment, they were standing, she disappeared a couple of evenings with her friend. Yes, and tries to somehow spin less with us. For sure!

- Yes. He wants to marry her. But I know the situation you have here.- She smiled shitlessly. - What passions are boiling here.

- And you?

“Notify, as well ...”, she sighed, “get hers.”

- What's this? - Well, Vika is understandable. She decides what she needs. Against I will not, but my child. But Lidka?

- Can I, well ... - She looked away.

- Speak right! - Well, these gay clericals!

- To attend the birth Lidka? - She sighed. - And Vicki?

- Not understood? - Well yes. There is such a practice in our town - a husband at the birth of his wife. And what about him? Rather, she?

- Well, Olenka refuses to give birth with me. I and so and so. And she is in denial. - She pursed her lips. - It's a shame. - Some kind of pervert !? With his way, so with others you can? - I want to take the child in my hands, feel it.

- And so, right here? - No, it is certain that he was not with potency and orientation, but his head became bad! Oh, Olga with namuchatsya with it ?!

- He says that he will let you go. I am not here, I am out.

- Listen! - You have to do football! - She has some prenatal crap! Let it go. The time will come - let it go!

- Yes? - Not! Get out from here! But I stretch my hand, clap him on the shoulder. - Thanks, supported. Well, I went. - Ugh, on you, Sveta, ugh! Yurka, come back!

And in August, there were three births. At Lidka with Victoria and Olga. First, Vika gave birth to a boy, then, a day later, Lidka, a girl, and then Olga, a girl, a week later. And she let her husband Yurk-Svetka to give birth. I talked to her and she let go. I was standing in the corner, Yuri was shaking around the birthing chair or the table there, I don’t know how to call it. And then Olga, with her own eyes, threw tons of love, pain, and melancholy into me, holding the crying child to herself, while Yuri was fainted, they brought to life a salute. Hmm, how do I end this corps de ballet?

From the maternity hospital Victoria met Nikolai, with whom she had a happy family life. Solemnly, like, with flowers. Hearing the story of Vika’s discharge, Lidka only pursed her lips, but said nothing. How, he understands that the life of his wife should be arranged. But, according to the shadows in their eyes, I saw that she did not let go of Vika from herself. Do not want this. Well, the owner is my wife, the owner! Then there was her extract, which came Vika. For a moment, but arrived. And a week later, Olga, to whom everyone had broken out, was also for a second. But these little joyfully bustling seconds were enough for a feeling of joy, sparkling and leading to new horizons of my life, and a sense of self-respect, to kindle inside me. How !? All three women and all from me gave birth! Honest, nice.

So we lived this year in our families - happily and almost serene. Why is life around shone, singing, carefully laying out before us their cards. And this solitaire with us in an amazing way and, to everyone's pleasure, was correctly laid out until in the spring, together with the ringing dripping everything inside, the final chords of this my corps de ballet with an intricate plot came. Or, all the same, ours?