- Are you a wife? Come on!

They came out in five minutes.

It was more accurate to say that the doctor came out. Tatyana only rearranged her legs. He brought her to the shop, and sat her, and leaning against the wall, asked George.

- You, what was she told?

George answered.

Surgeon winced

- In such cases, you need to talk to the maximum. She rode with hope, and I said that my husband was in such a state that he could die at any moment. She turned off! Here! - he put Georgi in his hand with a fleece - If he disconnects, move under his nose.

The surgeon is gone.

George looked at Tatiana: she was sitting in the same position as the doctor had left her. The head is turned to the side, the eyes are open somewhere in the void, the body twitches with convulsions, breathing intermittently with wheezing.

For about ten minutes he waited, hoping that the woman would come to his senses.

Nothing has changed.

George approached, and stooping, and clasping her around the waist, lifted from the bench.

It seemed to him that they would not reach the stop!

She only rearranged her legs, and every five, six steps they gave way, and the woman fell to the side.

I had to hold her tightly, hugging her waist.

For the first time in his life, George, so firmly pressed the body of a young woman to himself, and this did not excite!

Not reaching the stop, leaned her against a tree, and he began to catch a taxi.

He had to drag her into the salon and put him on his knees.

The woman, leaning back, reclined in his lap and left hand, with her head thrown back. Her buttocks were kneeling on her legs and her thigh rubbed on her stomach, and this (!) Was already exciting!

He tried to distract, but could not. An excited member, through jeans and a dress, felt the fabric of her panties and, mentally, waved his hand - “She doesn’t feel anything!”

So we went.

Up to the house and on the floor, I was also pulling it tightly.

Having told his mother what happened to Tatyana's husband, George left.

Slavka was not visible on the street, and George went to the bus stop.

...

He arrived at the hostel, went up to the second floor.

Slavka sat at the table. Before him stood a bottle of vodka, two glasses and an open jar of sprat. On the plate is bread.

He jumped up and walked over to George, looking into his eyes.

“I saw you go with her.” Come, have a drink!

George shook his head.

- Jora, you have to drink! Remove stress!

- Pour it!

George sat down.

Slavka filled the glasses to the brim, and they drank.

Zanyuhav bread, sat and waited.

- Like water?! - surprised Slavka

George also thought that he drank a glass of water.

- We can really water!

Slava took the bottle and, shaking the remnant, sniffed.

- No, vodka! - and poured the rest of the glasses

We drank.

After about five minutes, the body went limp, as if a steel bar had been pulled out and thoughts broke out of the circle in which they were rushing, returning to the same thing.

- Let's go to the buffet!

Had lunch and returned to the room.

- I'm going to call the peasants! To come tomorrow to donate blood!

Slavka left.

George sat down on the bed and took the “Little Dorrit”.

I tried to read.

A few minutes later I realized that I was just sitting and looking at the text. I tried to remember what I read and could not.

Postponed the book and lay down.

The next day we arrived at the hospital at the beginning of the tenth.

A doctor came out - He died ... at night. And blood, pass, once arrived.

...

There was a knock at the door.

- Yes!

Tolik entered, bowing his head so as not to knock on the crossbar.

- Slavik, here you are!

Tolik was sober and behaved decently.

- I will not pass, I do not want to take off my shoes.

Slava got up, walked over and said hello.

- What did Tolik want?

“Slav, they say you have a Queen tape.” Will you listen?

- Tolik, not my cassette and she is at the guy in the apartment.

- Slav, well, bring it for two days, and I will return it.

- Come on Tuesday. I'll be here in the dorm, find me.

- Well, frets! Deal!

Shreds left.

...

Tolik

Tolik was a cheeky-cheeky, hooliganist guy, two meters tall, matershinnik, bully and fighter. He worked as an electrician at the institute. Tolyan drank and by the age of twenty-five was an alcoholic. When I got drunk, I became violent and could split up with my friends, drinking companions, who, a minute ago, beat themselves in the chest, swore - Respect!

Immediately after the fight, he could, having become deeply moved, fall on his knees and, bursting into tears, ask for forgiveness.

Somehow George, was a witness to a similar scene.

Saturday afternoon sat with Slavka, in George's room, drank tea. The door flew open and a drunk Tolyan burst into the room. With a red face and evil, shifty eyes, all on board.

Immediately to Slavka - You promised to bring a cassette?

Slava rose - Tolik, calm down. I forgot, I'll bring it tomorrow.

But Tolik hears nothing and, forgetting his eyes, beats Slavka.

George jumped up.

Slavka, putting the other cheek and looking straight into the eyes of Tolyan, says - Beat!

Second confusion! And the next moment, Tolyan falls to his knees and with tears, choking on a sob, begs - Slavka, forgive me ...

He was dismissed several times for drunken brawlers, but the head of the laboratory was his father, a non-drinker and respected person in the team. And everything was limited to another reprimand, with entering into a personal matter. When I slept, I swore and swore to my father that this was the last time. At work, I asked for forgiveness from everyone and walked quieter than water below the grass ... until the next booze.

Somehow, having quarreled with an occasional drinking companion, hit him. He was with friends, a fight ensued, and Tolik was cut.

He died of blood loss, under a pillar, at a tram stop.

...

- Zhor, I'll go. I promised my uncle I would come to him today.

- Come on!

Slavka left.

George began to collect a backpack.

Two hours before the gathering in the lobby.

Two hours later, he went down to the lobby with a backpack on his shoulder.

The six stood in a circle and talked.

Separately from them, at the mirror, there was a woman.

- And here is the boss!

This is Vova. Short, in a padded jacket, smart and unshaven.

George recognized Vadim. Last year, we worked in a team of laborers in the construction of a new building.

Vadim, gleaming with the lenses of his glasses, stretched out his hand - I am told Zhora, Zhora! And it turns out you, Zhorik.

He patted George on the shoulder.

- Love! - smiling and unceremoniously looking through George's glasses, one of the girls extended her hand.

- Tanya - modestly introduced the second.

- Vitaly.

Vitali is tall, strong build.

Valera, smiling, waved his hand - We, as it were, are familiar!

George immediately remembered that he often met Valera in the buffet.

A woman standing at the mirror, smiling silently, looked at George.

- And you, Alla Borisovna ...

- You can, Alla.

- "It seemed, or I saw her somewhere?"

That he could see her at the institute is not counted. To stir up the memory, trying to pull out already forgotten, it was not the time.

- Nobody wants to go to the toilet?

Tatiana, blushing, raised her hand.

- On the second floor, right along the corridor to the end.

...

The main thing was at eight in the evening.

We bought tickets at the ticket office and, going outside, walked along the transition bridge and descended 7B.

The train was already standing.

Half empty car.

Vova and Vitaly were sitting together. George one and the rest together.

Valera took out the cards and was already shuffling, suggesting a "fool".

Alla Borisovna got up and went over to George, sat down, on the contrary.

Announced the departure; the doors hissed as they closed.

- I can not ride back! - and she sat down next.

“Where could I see her?”

- Remembered? - Alla asked with a smile.

- Come on! I will not torment. Last summer I was traveling in a 15 bus. People crammed like herrings in a barrel! I stood at the back of the window. I was wearing a light summer dress .... Read more →