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

The fact that the work in the library, even with their tightening, is about to end, and Bolshakov began to treat the captain's wife, as if he was counting on marrying her, was very disturbed by all three aspects of our private.

"Boris" because he did not see the prospects for the development of further communications between the soldier and the captain. "If only, do not go crazy, and do not present your demands on Elena Pavlovna!"

"Petrovich" thought about the same, but more straightforwardly - "I used it and tied it up until the eggs were pinched!"

And the “I” hypostasis was upset that she could not develop her plans for corrupting the librarian, because of Bolshakov’s taboo on the woman with whom he (stupidity happens in people!), You see - fell in love!

Walking once again to the garrison library, they set up a patron in the head, a sort of explanatory conversation.

Intelligent "Boris" began with a straightforward question:

- Tell me, Borya, are you going to discourage Elena Pavlovna from the cap and take her as your wife?

- As a decent person ... And, after what we had with her ...

- That's awesome! - howled "Petrovich."

“Not immediately, of course,” Bolshakov reassured. - First I will finish the service ... After a year and a half ...

- And that is easier! - breathed out "Boris". - How old are you, Boris?

- In November there will be twenty.

- So for today, somewhere, nineteen and a half. And how old do you intend to live?

- Well, up to eighty. And what?

- Yes, dear, you are our little man, that love feeling is a kind of insanity. If a young man of nineteen is going to marry the first of all women in the world, that he has learned, he is depriving himself of the opportunity to determine whether his choice is correct. The German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche said: - “Everything is known in comparison!” And what can you compare with? After all, you have the first captain ...

- Especially if you marry a chick that cheated on your husband! - put "Petrovich."

- Elena Pavlovna is not a chick! She is the ideal of female beauty for me! - rested Bolshakov.

- Feet-chickpeas! - spread his hands "Boris". - The words of Petrovich are rude, but, in principle, he is right! Someday you, Boria, will marry (there are so many beautiful and amazing women around), but it is possible that you will remain a bachelor. It all depends on your life experience in communicating with the fair sex. But stop at the first attempt ... This is an erroneous decision! Meet at least with other women ...

- In! Thats exactly what I mean! First try them on all sides, understand that there is such a thing in them that is worth your freedom! - podtaknul "Petrovich."

- Your “wisdom” is useless if Bori has me! - said the third hypostasis. - With me, he will receive the sweetest minutes of communication with someone else's wives. Seducing, not some fool from the lane or the untouchable hymen, but a full-fledged woman, her faithful husband! With my help, of course ...

- It is still written with pitchforks on the water! - exclaimed "Boris".

- ... Such is his karma! - finished his thought "I".

- Oh, and life will begin! - dreamily rolled his eyes "Petrovich."

Bolshakov stopped at the turn towards the library. Trampled on the spot, looked at the one-story hut where it was located. Forged boot melting snow. He straightened the belt over his overcoat. From the side to look - there is a soldier alone, he is thinking about something.

And the incarnations to the outsiders were next to him and waited for his decision.

- Why is "married" and not "fool with a lane"? - Bolshakov asked his advisers.

“Because it is sweeter with a married woman, knowing that you teach the horns to some deer,” said Petrovich.

- Why exactly the “faithful”?

“I won’t get married,” I said.

“Those who are faithful to random treason are ashamed and will not tell anyone about it,” added Boris.

- It is a pleasure to seduce such a little wife! - “I” squinted dreamily. - Can you imagine? No one, except her husband, did not give, and you were substituted! And, sucked, and took pussy. And if in the ass - the aerobatics!

Bolshakov looked around.

- And then the "ass"?

“You can go there too, my friend,” said “I.”

- But there it is dirty ...

- Imagine that some women, after visiting their asses, also suck dick ...

- This makes no sense! It is hard to believe!

- Well, our Borya is quite a child! - exclaimed "Petrovich". - About anal sex knows nothing.

“Everything has its time,” with an intonation unusual for him, said “I”. - Everything has its time...

After a minute pause, Bolshakov asked a difficult question for himself:

- Elena Pavlovna ... too? Can give ... in the ass?

- Of course! - assured "Petrovich."

- Alas! - agreed with "Petrovich" intelligent "Boris". - Unfortunately, the statistics says that so-called anal sex is not only common among homosexuals, but also among women.

- That's thanks, “delighted”! But Elena Pavlovna is not like that! - Bolshakov shook his head and with a wide stride went to the library barrack ...

...

The idea that, in all respects, Elena Pavlovna, could allow him to use her neat ass for a male member, was Bolshakov incredible in any representation! He walked towards the library and drove away the considerations that someone could use his beloved woman in the anus ...

And there was an early spring around. The day promised to be good, sunny. Only our soldier was not up to her. At the soul of a soldier scrubbing cats. A tender feeling for Elena Pavlovna, whom he so cherished, was under question - to be or not?

It is clear that Bolshakov wanted to be. But the former heat of the romantic disposition of the captain’s wife was already being blown away by a chill of distrust. And the mumbling of "Boris", that "... the delight of first love is born instantly, like a flash and is rarely durable ...", I wanted to interrupt with a foul language.

The soldier sighed heavily, pushed another pile of snow with his boot and stepped onto the wooden porch of the library.

- Do not bother the guy head! - said “Boris” “Petrovich”. “Let Bolshak himself make sure that the path of the“ Tiny ”to Elena Pavlovna's ass is not ordered.

Bolshakov turned his head to stop these muttering. Did not work. They were present.

And so, angry at himself, before entering the barrack, he exhaled in a whistling whisper into space:

- Tell me, bastards, that it is not so!

“This is so,” said “I.”

- And can you prove it to me?

- Though today! If you allow ...

- Where such confidence?

"I" laughed softly:

- Understand, Borya, in each person there is a sinful or vicious "I". It only needs to be stirred. What I do. Remember, with what humility, Elena Pavlovna, she gave herself to you for the first time ... Because we found a common language with her secret “I” and managed to agree with him. Now finding these interests is even easier.

Bolshakov said dry throat:

- Prove ...

- If I understand correctly, Elena Pavlovna can I play? - I asked quickly.

- Just do not lean right away. Somehow gradually ... Still, she is not indifferent to me ...

- Unhappy! - exclaimed "Boris". - You ruin that you wanted to save!

Bolshakom stubbornly shook his head:

- He did not succeed! - and opened the front door of the library.

...

The sun peered through the windows of the room and spread across the room with a cheerful golden-topaz shine.

Elena Pavlovna was preparing for a “session” (as she now called IT), performed preparatory actions thoughtfully and in a businesslike manner.

She slid the curtains of both windows, snapped the tongue of the curtain on the front door. If, suddenly, someone stumbles and is surprised at the locked door, it will be possible to refer to the unsuccessful design of the lock, which is triggered automatically, each time the door is slammed shut.

Preparing a possible alibi and her partner. Loaded the desktop at the entrance to the desktop items ...