- Andrey Anatolyevich can not tolerate such a combination of colors! - said the envoy of the Ministry of War. - Immediately replace blue and white!

For the head of the political department of the army, this was tantamount to a catastrophe! In a week, he had to replace (rewrite) hardly a hundred! signs, signboards, campaign boards and stands provided for by the landfill authorized service.

There was an opinion about the marshal that he was an arrogant man, with an indifferent and very callous character. This does not please, write - gone!

And now Major General Repin, as if by alarms, convened an urgent meeting, called on him all the political politicians of the units and formations and put before them one single question:

- How are we going to rake up, comrade officers? ... - And he himself answered: - To drive all the artists, which are in the subdivisions, to the testing ground and let them, all day and night, fix everything! He is responsible for timely action ... - the general ran his eyes over the faces of the assembled political workers. He stopped his gaze on the painted handsome. “Beauty will save the world - so let it save!” - ... Lieutenant Colonel Polyakov. Personally responsible for the timely execution.

"Here it came, from where I did not wait!" - the spouse of Nina Georgievna started.

“Yes, Comrade Major General,” answered cheerfully, but bleakly.

Who would like to be the scapegoat, and “expose” the spouse, taking away from her just before the performance of the stage artist?

Staff know-it-ins have whispered about him to the authorities.

- Yeah! - the head of the political department of the army threw up the red-headed head. - I remembered! I was recently in your penats, Polyakov. Saw Lenin's room superbly decorated. Stengazety saw - also on the level. So you have a good artist. Share, by all means. He is one of three bogomazov worth.

- Yes, Comrade Major General! - said Polyakov. - In two hours they will deliver.

- That's great! - General turned to the rest of the political politicians. - Everyone who has at least some idea of ​​paints and brushes, immediately here! At the disposal of the lieutenant colonel. At eighteen zero-zero I will talk with them in person. Time has gone! ..

...

"I" was right.

All day Bestuzheva thought about Bolshakov. I thought angrily, even angry. But I thought.

Sometimes it seemed to her that the words he had expressed belonged to her desecrated honor and faded pride, which did not come true, but could be somewhere nearby.

“There is no place to put the samples on this rascal ...”, she thought while cleaning the apartment.

“To whom the renegade anxious coveted!” - Bestuzhev cursed while cooking dinner.

Then, with a sense of emptiness, she sat staring at the open window.

Time crawled slower than a snail.

The April sun was not in April, actively evaporated the reflection in the puddles, opened asphalt paths, refreshed the paint of young grass. And in order to somehow distract decided to walk through the sun in the grocery store.

But the refrigerator turned out to be packed to the limit and the plans changed.

“While the children are in the kindergarten, and the husband is on a regular business trip at some sort of regular range, you can open the cycling season ...”

I decided - I did.

Leisurely cycling in clear calm weather for a woman is in itself a pleasure!

Bestuzhev knew this from college. And, whenever possible, used such a simple method, when internal dissatisfaction was baking ... It is only necessary to be able to fix the bicycle saddle at a certain angle ...

“What did Bolshakov mean by saying about“ legacy ”? ... Isn’t it the same thing that was sticking out of his breeches in the gym?”

“You could spend time and share, with a very obedient student, the experience of correct behavior ... I mean the theoretical part ...” she mocked the words of Bolshakov.

“It was not enough that he asked for practical training ... in bed! ...”

On a deserted site uphill, slightly rising, shifted slightly forward and, feeling the crotch of the very tip of the leather saddle, swaying from side to side, began to rub the sensual point of the clitoris on the solid "phallus" of the bicycle, gradually sinking down on it more and more tightly ...

“Here is an example of female behavior in solitude ...” - having bit her lower lip, she breathed out at the very top of the road, and - reached an orgasm !!! ..

After a five-minute respite, I checked whether the gasket protected the sports trousers from its isolation and drove to the house ...

- Everything! Today, this shit Bolshakov, will not disturb me, - Bestuzheva assured herself, dragging a bicycle machine into the porch. - At least someone would help ... Still, the second floor ...

She angrily pushed the bike down the steps.

“So much strength was taken by the damn piece of iron! ...” and she glanced warmly at the tip of the bicycle seat ...

...

In the evening, Poles came from the training site for several hours to spend the night with his wife, to wash, and change the laundry for freshly washed clothes.

Nina Georgievna, having laid the children, already went to bed.

Hearing the arrival of her husband, she threw a robe, and went to feed the breadwinner (sorry for the tautology).

Laid on the plates: pasta, meatballs, salad of fresh cabbage, pickles. For pickles - vodka. For tea, I put a crystal bowl with cherry jam and pancakes (well, I baked it the day before). I sat down, watching with what appetite my husband absorbs this abundance of calories. She could not afford such liberties. The figure for the ballerina in priority!

Polyakov destroyed homemade dishes and looked at his wife sitting in front of him. He invented how to tell his wife (knowing with what zeal she was preparing for the upcoming performance) that a few hours ago she was seated by Bolshakov in the regimental "UAZ" and sent to the army training ground.

“Did you miss? ...” he began from afar.

- What do you think, if the husband was not at home for five whole days? - A question to the question, answered Nina Georgievna.

- Well, do not be angry. Today we catch up ... How are the children? Are you healthy?

- The day before yesterday, they were coughing ... Today, it seems, everything is fine.

Polyakov looked in the direction of cribs. On his neat face reflected concern.

- For a long time arrived? - asked wife.

- Tomorrow, a little light, I'm going again ... Marshal arrives. We were waiting for him by the beginning of May, but in the General Staff, the Stakhanovites are fucking, podsuetilis earlier ... Imagine, the marshal's adjutant forces him to redo all the visual agitation, signs, pointers and other crap, because you see, Grechko does not like the combination paint yellow with black!

“I don't like that either,” said Bestuzhev, and she looked suspiciously at her husband. - You, about the visual agitation, why?

“So, by the way, it was necessary ...” answered Polyakov quickly, realizing fairly that the right atmosphere for recognition was not yet ready. - Thanks for the food! Everything was delicious. Come on, honey, sleep. I missed you so much! ..

...

In bed, Polyakov was not as good as he looked. But today he tried his best! Spit a supple body of his wife and so and so. Then lie down on top. Then from the back to settle down. That side (like him posture, when one leg of his wife stretched, and the other bent at the knee). Raises the Poles bent leg and under the thigh in the crotch pokes ...

Finally dispersed. “In the officer's style” he threw both the ballerina’s legs over his shoulders and - puffs on top ... Not deeply, but often. Only for complete success, he lacks something.

- What is it going on with you now? - He asks with rapid breathing, looking into the beautiful face of his wife.

“Love ...” answers the patient Nina Georgievna.

- Say something else ...

- No ... - the wife does not agree.

- You love me? Say ...

- I love. And I do not want to debase ...

- Sex has its own laws ... Come on!

- Sex is needed for reproduction ... Love is something else ...

- Well, you really want to ...?Try to relax, ... Read more →