Nina Georgievna could not sleep. The reason for this was the unusual behavior of her husband.

During the intimate intercourse, he had previously tried to draw some rudeness from her about lovemaking.

It began about six months ago, with insignificant hints of rough folklore, and requests: “to be liberated,” “to help with imagination,” “to call parts of the body in your own words” ...

The native townswoman and Muscovite, these abusive nouns and verbs were, of course, known. But it's one thing to hear them from the side, and another, to say out loud in bed with a loved one. And Nina Georgievna resisted asking her spouse as best she could. Opt out. I asked not to make "say that."

But it is difficult to deny a beloved man in such a “smallness” and once, she, through “I do not want,” fulfilled his request.

Since then, it has become a tradition.

Poles did not ask, but demanded to call the pussy pussy, phallus - dick, and intercourse - fuck. And, hearing this from the lips of his wife, fucked her tirelessly.

Yes, and Bestuzhev felt that started up. Podmahivala and moaning under the pressure of her husband frantically, as if their honeymoon again came ...

In the morning she was ashamed to look her husband in the eyes. As if on the eve she was doing the indecent ...

Then Polyakov began to fantasize. I came up with the idea that all the ballerinas, before going on stage, give the male dancers a free blow job.

At first it was unusual to hear how she allegedly sucked someone else's dick. And not one. Then she got used and patiently played up her husband's questions on this topic, realizing that she helps her husband achieve an erection necessary for sexual intercourse.

However, today, he demanded to "play" in a new way. He began to "lay" his wife under another man, claiming that he really fucked her. And I got energy and pleasure from this unusual fantasy ...

Nina Georgievna left with the feeling that her husband was pushing her for treason. And with whom? With Bolshakov!

This was not the case in their bed scenes. And she (what a shame!), Could not resist and flowed like a “distracted bitch”.

That is how Bestuzhev defined her state, recalling the sweet convulsions from an incredibly strong orgasm and the vague vision of the one to whom her husband persuaded her to surrender ...

Listening to her feelings, the lieutenant colonel’s wife did not find any panic, but she was surprised. This burden of responsibility for his family has not yet been charged on her. And if they talk about treason, then they are going to charge ... And from this perception of the “possible” Polyakov’s wife could not sleep.

Through the loosely draped curtains, she saw a dark sky, but in the east she could see a barely noticeable strip of color in the autumn foliage. It was starting the dawn ...

She glanced at her sleeping husband. The twilight of the night hid the features of his face, but Nina Georgievna and so she remembered how beautiful it was when she was calm and untouched by the emotions of the problems, not distorted by the cramps of passion ...

You had to get up, cook your spouse breakfast.

Trying not to wake, she carefully put both feet on the floor, found the slippers to the touch and quietly stood up.

By the window lingered.

Driven by the wind, fast moving clouds, painted in the crimson color of the invisible sun, looked aggressive ...

...

Nina Pavlovna’s soul was ugly and empty.

“This is wrong,” she said. - It should not be.

- I liked it! ... - Poles grinned, chasing the impeccable "Pomorin" over perfect teeth.

Restoring the forces lost by yesterday’s activity, he slept a little and, as the car was already waiting for him at the entrance, he was in a hurry to leave.

After brushing his teeth, the lieutenant colonel cleverly shaved, refreshed his cheeks with the uphill Shyprom, put on a clean shirt and, admiring his own reflection in a round wall mirror, combed his pride - thick wavy hair.

Noticing that the wife is closely watching his preparations, he said:

- For yesterday evening, especially thanks, dear! I have not experienced such an ascension of my own for a long time ... Well, you know what I am about ... And, judging by everything, you were also lucky in our fantasies ... I haven't been so high for a long time. Right?

On the beautiful face of Nina Georgievna reflected outright disgust.

“Okay, okay,” the Poles slowed down, do not take it too much to heart ... They played a bit, tried different things ... What is so special about that? As a husband and wife, we have the right to allow ourselves ... Next time we will think of something more abruptly ... For example, you with two at once ... Suddenly come in handy ...

- What are you doing? - convulsively swallowed Nina Georgievna. - How is it with two ?!

- Yes, calm down. This is me after our yesterday ... By inertia, so to speak ...

Polyakov, fastened his shoulder strap.

- By the way, your Bolshakov, the other day, sent straight from the canteen to the landfill. Something there daub. Don't worry too much. Not for long ... - walked over to his wife and tried to kiss

Nina Georgievna pulled away

- ... ten days. You don't even have time to get bored. How did he help you yesterday, huh? ..

Here Polyakov inappropriately winked and immediately received a resounding slap in the face.

In the dark eyes of his wife sparkled genuine rage.

- Wow! They are beating, that means - they love, - the lieutenant-colonel brought up the incident to a flat joke.

An experienced political instructor, knew how to keep afloat and not in such an incident, and, when necessary, he easily taxied to the rules of secular comme il faut.

“And one more consideration,” he continued, calmly, already in the doorway, “do not be strict with this soldier.” Perhaps we will need it in the future ... So far, my incomparable!

Bestuzhev tried to say something, but Polyakov managed to send a kiss to his wife and went out, shutting behind him — the beloved dwelling door upholstered by his beloved ...

...

The antics of her husband and the message that the artist of her performance is involved in another place could not contribute to the normal state of Nina Georgievna. Accompanying the twins to the kindergarten, she did not return home, as she usually did before beginning a ballet studio, but came to the gym and examined the state of the future ballet's design work.

The backdrop for “Swan Lake” was half ready. On the bench floor of the gym lay a canvas with a forest lake and a moonlit path along the mirror smooth surface of the water. The bluish fog penetrated the thicket of the opposite shore. From the black and green sky shone yellow-green moon.

Two large trees along the foreground edges remained unfinished, and the near edge of the reservoir, against the background of which was supposed to stand a model of a low-level bush.

The idea of ​​a separate tree belonged to the artist and Bestuzhev liked it very much.

Rakita was made in real size by a separate props and placed in front of the backdrop with a slight shift to the left side of the scene. Performing the dance, the girls could move between the rakit and the painted canvas of the backdrop, creating for the audience from the audience an additional illusion of the depth of the scenic space.

Bolshakov had already prepared the necessary branches, installed them with bunches on the crosses, and was preparing to dress them with “foliage” of pieces of camouflage nets that lay at the base of the “bush” waiting for their turn ...

Nina Georgievna sat on a chair designed to rest the artist, and looked around.

Everything told her that the room was "orphaned" suddenly.

Before her stood two stools that served as "coffee" tables for brushes and paints in tubes. On the floor, at the legs of the chair, "crowded" various cans with diluted acrylic. Next is an open canister with water, which, if not added to the cooked color, then it will surely dry out ...

A little away from the stools - a bedside table with an electric kettle, an open brewing box, a torn pack of refined sugar. An aluminum mug, with a teaspoon peeking out of it, complemented this simple composition of the soldier's still life.

On gymnastic mats lay: folded several times a blanket and a whipped pillow.

"Sleeping and working ...