I know whether it is worth it. Although, she, like the future wife of Daniel, still finds out. From him. And this will be a story on behalf of him. How he looked at my crack, how he was excited (whether?). His story will not be what it is, if you look from my side.

Has told. And what has achieved? Here Vera, hysterically squeezing the belly, lying on the floor of the gazebo, laughing like a Przewalski's horse. My first hee instantly turns me into another horse. Not! If you compare the voice timbre, then I am a foal.

Our neighing heard older. Came to us. And now we are practically herd. Especially when it turns out that in a fit, Vera and I again forgot about our bare pussies.

I never laughed hysterically. As, however, half hysterically, and even a quarter hysterically. This is more beautiful than orgasm! It is worse than orgasm. It is a pain. In the lungs, in the abdominal muscles, in the cheekbones. These are tears with snot. And euphoric head spinning!

I woke up standing under the jets of water from the shower head. Mom, the same naked, washes me. I am a baby, because I have only enough strength in me to say: "Mummy."

My head hurts. Apparently so papa's head hurts if he drinks too much. My throat burns from fresh air. If not to get a cold. Lord, give me the strength to reach the rookery ...

06:30, 06:31, 06:32. Something with a clock? Why are these numbers jumping so quickly?

My dear. I'm still kapelyushechku, just a couple of blink digits, I will sleep. Well, Mamul, I get up. Good morning daddy. Good morning, toilet. I'll sleep on you. Good? Well, that's nice, so quickly agreed. Mama. All-all, I'm coming. Ches word, I go. Here are just a dress correct. Yes, mom, you're right. This is a nightie. Vera! Daniel!!! ABOUT! Good lord

Daniel, it would be better if I sat naked in front of you. Excuse me? But next time in the punishment cell? If not in full parade to the table? Where is your daughter? How sick? Caught a cold? The truth is the proverb - the word is not a sparrow ...

- Good morning my love. - Did I say that? The voice is not mine!

- Good. Vera! - Someone changed our voices.

- Nice ... laughed. You get well, my dear lover. “It’s not my bell that scares me.”

- Write me how they arrived. I loved you too, Verunchik. Come to us with Paul. At least with whom come, I will wait for you, my love.

- Save your throat. Hiss off them. You write me about marriage too. I'm sure everything will be fine with you.

- Goodbye, honey.

- Goodbye, my dear.

At eight thirty-five we drive off from the warehouses. Come on, swallow, take us to the house.

Paul

Only my mother phoned that they left Omsk, as Andrew drove up, five minutes later Vasily.

- True! In the house do not let anyone. Stopped - do not bark. - I gave the command to the dog. Already familiar tail mothing.

- Let's go on my. - Says Basil, unloading two chainsaws.

Maybe he is right. I have not been there. What is the road there?

- Andrew, did you decide to choose your wife? - Women are interested in the state of families.

- And did not think. And you, Vasya, what did you think?

- Hey! I will look! For viewing because nothing is taken. And why are you going together?

- I myself have not really decided whether I should dive into possible hassles, but my soul tells me to treat Nastya with sympathy. Her mind is like an empty disk on a computer. Lightly format the religious version and upload your program. And Nick rides like a spy among the female population of the monastery - the old man is unlikely to let the men to the women.

- Here is the turn to the skete. Three kilometers, and we are there. Nika, take care of your ass, bumps begin.

- Already accustomed. After all, on this pope, I drove three hundred thousand keme. As I started at the age of seven with my father, I will continue.

- Give birth - the child, too, in the car and on the highway?

- Andrew, I do not know yet. Five years will have to sit with the baby.Oooh! Ay! Be patient, ass, were not such bumps.

Yes. I would regret my Nissan in such a puddle.

- How does Nastya drive around on her face?

- In-oh-he side path. On it on foot or on bike. Andrei, did you reach them on foot?

- At UAZ possible, but did not want. Wash up later. Laziness.

- That wife and washed. - Nika poked me in the ribs. Speak, they say, convince Andrew!

I understand the human, especially male psychology - you start to press, you can achieve the opposite effect.

- Are there rivers, lakes? - I turn to the love male theme, ignoring Nick.

- Kilometers through twenty such a path will be a small mountain river. If you are interested in fish, then you need to contact the fishermen, I am not a fan. - Vasily answered with fragments on the machine control. Andrei is just the second week settling the plot.

Then we go in silence, sometimes giving swear names to one or another pit.

Four huts, three sheds, a pair of sheds and a bathhouse, all covered with turf, on which grass sprouted - these are all the buildings of the hermitage hermitage. On a plot cleared of forest - a vegetable garden for potatoes and other vegetables.

Two girls are heading to the car. Nastya and her sister.

Daria.

“Lord, help papa and sister Seraphim. Relieve their suffering, Lord. If you decided to take daddy to your place, send us another shepherd. Young, smart. After all, You have such a person, Lord! ”. After setting my forehead on the cross, I rose from my knees. Nastya got a trace behind me.

Only I trimmed the skirt hem, as I heard the devil’s roar. Nastya said that this car is so noisy. We came out of the hut, where our papa and sister Seraphim died.

The car, there are three husbands. I just looked at them once. Which of them, Lord, did you send to us as a husband? The first is dressed in blue pants and a blue shirt. And Nastya told the truth that the colors of the clothes of the people there were bright. I liked the blue shirt the most.

The other husband is wearing spotted clothes. On his head is a green cap with a black bone crescent. The third in gray trousers and a tight-fitting shirt, on which it is written: “Our Crimea!” It is written quite illiterately. Forgive me, Lord, You better know how to train people in the mind.

And with them a sinner is a naked maiden. Hair is shortly cropped, in the ears we have gold, and we have silver. And instead of the skirt of her husband's pants. Ugh, shameless.

I am now instead of the older one, so having tucked my hair under the boards, I go to them.

- Hello girls. We would see your father. - Says the one in the blue shirt.

“Father Zachary is dying.” - I'm not crying. What for? The Lord does his work. Mourn them? Sin!

- Haven't you died yet? Perhaps we are His messengers. Take us to father. - Says the one with the letters about the Crimea.

- Come on. Nastya, bring some water to her husband and maiden.

Paul.

With Andrey we go in the trail for the girl in the house. Yes. The same face was imprinted in my memory as the face of my own grandfather Makar lying in a coffin. Colorless gray hair thin as a silk thread, sparse hair. Parchment dry skin on the hands and face, which are visible from under the blanket.

We welcome him.

- Father Zachary, let me marry Nastya, your youngest daughter. I will take care of her like you. - I lay out the reason for my visit clearly and without further ado.

- How to call you, lad? Far away? - Hardly my grandfather asked in a whisper.

- Name is Paul. I will take it to the Nest. I want to restore the tribal settlement. My wife will help me in this.

- I know this ... Sinners were your relatives ... The Lord is with them, He is to be judged ... And take Daria. Also the girl yet. Attached to them the whole skete. Take all the livestock to your Nest, smoke, houseware ... I will die today. Daria, heard - are you Paul's wife now?

- Yes, sir. I will do everything as punished.

- What year is the birth of a girl? What is your second name? And if not difficult to tell about the history of your skete. - Understanding that the old man lives last minutes, I hurry with questions.

- Daria was born in seven thousand five hundred and sixth year from the creation of the world. Nastya a year later. Our last name is Savvinyh .... Read more →