She was very tired today. I ordered her a taxi from work to me to see her again as soon as possible, otherwise her journey with transfers could take more than an hour, which I didn’t want, given the later time and her condition. I went to the parking lot to meet her. It was already a quarter to midnight, on the street somewhere - 5, not so scary, if not all-pervading, icy, restless, almost carnivorous wind, which manages to blow all the time in the face, no matter how you turn and wherever you go He seemed to be trying to get to every corner and core of everything he touched, trying to dry up like the evil winds of Sinoguria from the tale of the Three Masters. At such moments, the introductory motifs of the song “lick of carnivorous winds” of the once insanely beloved group pop up in my head.

I pulled my collar up, lifted my shoulders and put my hands deeper into the pockets of my coat, where the phone vibrated - I received her SMS “I was coming up)“. Strange, when I read it, I heard her voice in my head, although it’s strange, although I don’t read messages from my friend Misha in his voice, although I have known him for a hundred years? Feature of perception? Traction to the transcendent? Unconscious games? Hmm, you will need to experiment with reading the correspondence in VKontakte. After about five minutes from the corner of the red (and what else, time is money) I drove a silver-colored car, I waved my hand to him and he drove up to the place where I stood. She was sitting in the back. I opened the passenger door, said hello to the driver, asked how much the trip costed, he checked the smartphone, called me the amount and asked without change (I wonder what he was counting on?), Of course I had one bill, and having received it, the taxi driver made me loose in bulk ten-ruble coins that drew off the pocket so that I could not be afraid for my own immobility even during a hurricane.

By this time, she had already got out of the car, she had high-soled boots on which she had shown me a reasonable choice, gray skin-tight jeans, a warm hooded jacket with a fur trim, the wind played with her hair, but not trying chaotically To dispel them, she stood turning the headphones in a neat little bundle, removing the latter into the bowels of her bag. I understand that it will take a whole speleological expedition to find them there later. I walked over, hugged her shoulders and kissed her:
- Hello, baby, rapchik listened?
- Hello! Yes - and I called some unspoken artist to the village, I don’t understand this business, alas
- How was your day? - I asked
- Oh, today he was just kind of crazy. On Sundays we often have fun. I still wanted to call for tomorrow, but I moved out, enough already
- Very tired? - I took her bag and with my free hand I took her arm and we went towards the front
- Yeah, really, I want to go rather ..
- I have something tonic for you - I interrupted her
“Hmm, how intriguing it sounds,” she said with a malicious note and smile.
- Oh, I can not wait for you to apply it - I said conspiratorially

I opened the metal door of my front door, we went up to the elevator shaft, I hung up her bag on the forearm closer to the elbow, hugged her and clung to her lips, the elevator door opened and I pulled her to me with all my strength, lifted it from the floor and in such the pose stepped into the elevator, we drove shut eyes, pressed our lips to each other, did not kiss, but just froze in a kiss. At that moment I was not thinking about anything, except that I was wondering what she was thinking, or is it no longer considered that I do not think about anything? I wish it lasted forever, I liked to feel her lips and breathing through the nose, warming my face.The elevator, who arrived on my floor, nevertheless decided to remind that time is not infinite, although looking for whom, I again remembered the legend of this adventurer, Count St. Germain, who managed to get immortal.

I took the keys out of my pocket, opened two sharp turns in the heavy red door of the apartment, and we went down a long corridor, my room was at the very end, where the light was often off, evoking old childhood fears that turned any silhouette, rustle and creak in a panic phobia, giving them life.
I turned on the light while she was taking off her boots, one hand holding my forearm, where her bag was hanging, I opened the door to the room, I quickly unwound, I entered, hung her bag on the back of the chair, she was already standing next to
- Your floor is cold - my guest stated
- Do not worry, now I will warm your legs - I quickly retorted, taking off her jacket - Are you not hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?

- Come a little later? I want tea - she got the phone to answer
- Well, now brew. But later you will have no time for that - I put my coat and her jacket in the closet
- Give me a better t-shirt
- Wait a second - and I started looking for suitable wardrobe items in the depths of my closet, my God, the order can be anywhere, but not in the head or in the closet. Everything is mixed up, crumpled up, it will be necessary to put things in order at last, you see, and something clears up in your head. I got what I was looking for - a long white jersey.
- Hold - I handed it to her - I'll go pump up tea

And if I were for reasons of gallantry and gentlemanly way of life, I would not observe how she changes clothes, even though I saw her in all the beauty of a naked body, her sweet body ... So, fantasy a bit later. I was already in the kitchen, I turned on the gas and put on the kettle. Leaving the room, I grabbed a couple of tea bags from the package. I stood next to the table, leaned my ass on its edge, took a grasped bag from my pocket and began to examine it, waiting for the water to boil. Spring melody. Black tea. Spring melodie, black tee - I said to myself. Are you? Or maybe tei? After all, this is the way the English pronounced this word as early as the 18th century, which was due to its Chinese origin. Alexander Pope in his novel “The kidnapping of a curl” word tea rhymes with the word obey, which is so often found now in the city, usurped by Shepard Fairy, who created this terrible monotonous piece. Again the critic woke me up. ABOUT! The water was boiling.

I hurried to turn off the gas, on the radio just played one of my favorite songs “Eye in the sky” by Alan Parson, I started to sing along softly, since nobody could hear me, my strings could burst on my vocal, I’m still Farinelli, good with whole testicles, unlike the latter. I got two tall white cups out of the mezzanine, on one there was a black cat with grotesquely elongated shapes, on the other a chicken with a huge eyes disproportionately to the body, I, as my friend said, had the same when I found out that the neighbors were flooded while living on the eighteenth floor . I opened the tea bags, laid them in cups, poured boiling water and grabbed them back to the room. Slightly stooping, I pressed my elbow on the handle and opened the door and with a slight movement of the foot closed it. I noticed how she neatly folded her clothes on a chair (I would have such an exposure after work!), Probably this is professional, considering her experience in the clothing store. But most likely a mixture of professional skills with a purely female desire for ordering everything in life, be it family planning or distribution of clothing on the shelves by color.
She was already sitting under a blanket, bending her knees and leaning on the back of the sofa, her bag was on the corner with the edge, next to the charging wire and an open bundle of mint napkins.

- Your tea, lady! -, with as prim as possible intonation, I said
“Oh, thank you,” she put the phone aside, looked up from the couch and sat with her legs folded in the lotus position, stretched out her hands and took the cup with the cat, “How are you at work ?,” she blew a little tea and took a careful sip.
- Yes, it's fun. Our team is wonderful, I like it. With a strong, healthy relationship, they are me, I am theirs, ”I said with a reasonable physiognomy. She smiled. We were a little gossip about mutual acquaintances, this incomprehensible whirlpool ... Read more →