(the first tail to the story "Come on Thursday")

Some explanations to this and other stories of Bolshakov.

Three years ago, Boris Bolshakov's erotic stories were published: “Near the Pool” and “Start. Or come on Thursday. ”

Time has revealed a lot of flaws in them. Together with new sex publications, the author edited the mentioned narrative, put one of them and, soon, will publish the other.

The reader should also know that the main character of these stories, Bolshakov, lives, as it were, in three guises: "Boris", "Petrovich", and a certain "I". Each hypostasis has its own inclinations, its own ideas of decency. They are trying to influence the actions of their patron, which is why he is sometimes ambiguous.

Bolshakov - a guy of Slavic appearance. Above average height. Facial features are attractive. The forehead is high. The hair is thick dark brown. The nose is straight, the correct form. The eyes are deep, smart, hazel-colored, photogenic. Lips work well for a smile. Playing sports. Able to like women.

"Boris" - the first hypostasis Bolshakov. Read. He knows poetry, art, world history. It is easy to find friends for communication. Freely supports a conversation on any topic. Willing to compromise.

Petrovich - the second hypostasis Bolshakov, little-known. Hooligan It appears after the "Boris". Basically, when you need to “dissolve your hands”, be “yours in the board” or bash jokes. Capable of provocation. His interests are close to the third hypostasis.

"I" - the third hypostasis. The most vicious. From the side of the eye securely covered by "Boris" and "Petrovich." Her essence is to seduce married women and to give Bolshakov the opportunity to receive maximum pleasure from it.

In all the stories, the trinity listed will diligently fulfill its functions and accompany the patient reader through the maze of romantic adventures.

So, get comfortable, gentlemen, sinners, read the letters and turn on the imagination! ...

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The text of the story "Consequences."

After rapid communication with the wife of captain Kalinin, soldier Bolshakov suffered a depression. Buried in a uncomfortable pillow, shrank under a soldier's blanket, he waited the night in bad forebodings. His incarnations likewise died down. "Boris" stopped clever. "Petrovich" forgot about the jokes. And the voluptuous “I” has disappeared altogether! Still would! On the eve they instigated the horns of the company commander himself! ..

The cry of the attendant: “A company! ... Forty-five seconds - the rise!” Interrupted Bolshakov's reflections. The frantic pace of one hundred and fifty first years of jumping in breeches, pulling on their boots and diving into the gymnastics helped Bolshakov forget the troubles. He ran across the frosty snow in the column, like everyone else, emptied himself, waved his hands, hung on the bar, splashing under the chilling crane.

When they returned to the barracks, I wanted one thing - to be a faceless, inconspicuous dwarf ...

Alas! During calibration, the company commander ordered Bolshakov to leave the ranks and follow him to the Lenin's room.

“The minimum is the penalty battalion,” gasped Petrovich.

“Or, a dozen for rape!” - read the knowledge of the Criminal Code read Boris.

As soon as the Bolshakov closed the door, the captain abruptly turned around and with a terrible look incinerated the unfortunate private.

- Will wriggle out or explain?

"Oh-her! - squeaked "Petrovich." “Looks like no penalty!”

“Repent for everything! - whispered "Boris" - the sword doesn’t whip a guilty head!

“More like a flop! - said “Petrovich”, and, just in case, asked:

- What are you talking about, comrade captain?

- What is the date today, private?

Bolshakov was waiting for a bullet in the forehead and therefore did not remember the number, nor what was his name.

- The twentieth of February! - said the captain. - In three days - the day of the Soviet Army and Navy! Why is the Lenin's room still not ready ?! Why, instead of forcing the design, you spent the whole day yesterday in the library ?!

“Why was I in the library?” Bolshakov asked himself and staggered.

Kalinin clapped his hand on the table cover so that the tubes of paints jumped, and the soldier, from the sound like a shot, nearly missed the counter.

- So you execute my order on the design of the Lenin's room? Didn’t I warned that HERE is your main object, and not some kind of library!

The captain was not angry with anger. Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and, imitating a woman’s voice, obviously copied someone: “He worked overtime in the library, showed enviable zeal!” - Immediately, with a fierce face, turned to Bolshakov: - What the hell, private! For avoiding the execution of an order, you will sit in the guardhouse! ..

After this cry, he quickly went from the door to the window, and - back. It was evident that makes a decision.

- Everything! Before the holiday this room is your permanent place of stay! The output is allowed only in the latrine, and dining! No, work on the side until you finish the design. Then go to the guardhouse for five days! Clear?

- Yes sir! - Trumped "Petrovich."

- Allow me to clarify? - Boris appeared.

- Well?

- Thoughts about the guardhouse will not stimulate the acceleration of the creative process, comrade captain ...

- Yes? ... - Kalinin thought. - If you meet the deadline, I will reconsider my decision.

- It will be done on time, Comrade Captain!

- Daylight!

The sergeant Namakonov, who was on duty in the company, looked into the room.

- Notify the foreman my order. On the progress of the work report to me daily! - Kalinin ordered and walked past, stretching Namakonov, to the exit.

In the doorway turned:

- Registration of the library is postponed until further notice!

After leaving the company, Bolshakov leaned to the edge of the table, and then slowly sank into a chair. Treacherous weakness podkashivala legs.

It is time for reflection. Thoughts and assumptions swarm spinning in the head of the ordinary.

“Has it passed or postponed?” - the culprit of the captain's anger thought.

“My wife did not say anything, or hadn’t Cap been home in the morning?” Suggested Petrovich.

“The captain went home after the duty, but was not informed,” went over the options “Boris.” - If so, serious disassembly ahead! "

The main pimp "I", somewhere holed up ...

...

Bolshakov redrawn the T-34 attack on a fascist weapon from a magazine image when the “I” hypostasis made itself felt. Having settled among the sketches laid out on the table and unfinished tablets, “I” spoke the following:

- While you were panicking, some were analyzing the situation. Here is my resume. After the end of duty, our cuckold, before coming to the barracks, visited the house and found out from the wife that everything was in the library, and during the past 24 hours no one was engaged in the library. And it is on the eve of the holiday! A furious deer, rushed here and began to "tighten the screws." Has anyone caught the main thing in this comme il faut?

- What other “comme il faut”? - surprised "Petrovich."

- With you, "Petrovich" is understandable. And what will Boria say?

The question with the tack of Boris was not embarrassed.

- The French word “comme il faut” means actions that comply with the rules of good form depending on the situation. Literally translated - do it right.

"I" nodded graciously:

- Absolutely right. And it comes to defining the events of our patron with the captain's wife. It would seem that the guy is in trouble for the most tomatoes (who would have doubted this?) But! The captain did not find out anything because his wife did not complain about her assistant, but, on the contrary, HUGEBED! ... At the same time, she leaked the information that the assistant had refused the order of her husband. He was not in the Lenin's room and worked all day in the library. For what, in her opinion, should receive from the horned husband at least some punishment.For example - outfit in a non-queue or a few days of guardhouse. Comilfo, in a classic ...