- Not mine! Man offscreen
- Not mine! Wife
- Not mine! Tsar Nikita and his forty daughters
- Not mine! Elimination of illiteracy
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Natasha.
- Natasha, you are not so sad. After a year you will finish school and we will meet.
- Where?
- We will agree. We will disagree. We will go somewhere together.
- Stop loving me for the year. Forget it.
- Why do you say that?
- I do not know. Just so thought. The guy you are visible. Firth.
- No one will turn.
- Good. Do not twist, do not twist. See, I'm back at my house again.
- I see. What a circle we did!
- Yes. Big circle. Well, I'll go. Soon my primchatsya. Things still a lot.
- So I will come to the station tomorrow?
- Come on.
At the station, of course, he was not alone. Almost the whole class came to accompany Natasha. Several military colleagues of her father. Mother's friends. The sailors helped load the suitcases. Natasha's classmates pointedly glanced at Sasha. He stood nearby and only occasionally dared to touch her hand.
And only when they began to get into the carriage, Natasha herself drew him to her, and they kissed. Sasha looked into her eyes and almost burst into tears.
Suddenly, he felt someone's eyes on him and turned his head. Natasha's mother was watching him closely. It seemed to him that there was sympathy in her look. He realized that she empathizes with him and his daughter.
"My mother-in-law." - thought Sasha.
- Do not forget, write. - whispered Natasha.
- But you write the first. I don't even have an address, ”answered Sasha.
- I will write, I will write.
And she went into the car.
She looked at Sasha from the window, the train started moving, everyone shouted. Sasha began to wave his hand, he went after the car, but immediately began to fall behind. It seemed to him that Natasha had begun to cry, but maybe it only seemed to him.
Her face disappeared, and only a small palm waved from the window for a few more moments. He understood everything. She waves at him. Only to him. And no one else.
Sasha did not remember how he left the station.
The legs themselves carried him. He walked slowly, because, alas, there was nowhere to hurry. Raising his head, he realized that he had come to school. He could not imagine that Natasha would not be here in September. But what - in September! Tomorrow will not be.
He had never experienced such sorrow.
Sasha entered the schoolyard. Here is their bench with Natasha. He sat on it.
How many times have they sat on it? Lot. And how many times they did here on this bench, this is the most ... Sashka counted. It happened twelve times. Plus once at the river, plus once at his home. Plus she is at home. Oh yeah, one more time in the school garden. When Petka found them on the bench.
Total sixteen. As much as he, Sasha, years.
And now what? Who needs this arithmetic? If she, Natasha, is no longer here?
- Hello! Sit, dream?
Sasha raised his head.
- Oh, sing, it's you. Sit down - he patted the bench with his hand.
Petka sat down. Got a pack of cigarettes. Imported.
- Will you? - he asked.
- Not.
- And I will smoke.
- Kuri.
- Hey, Sasha, was it you who pumped Natasha on that bench on that evening?
In another situation, Sasha probably would have exploded. It would be good to fight.
But today, when there was a striking emptiness in his soul and he was absolutely indifferent to everything, he said nothing.
As if I did not hear Petka’s question.
- You do not think. I did not mean to. I went from Lenka. Terribly wanted to smoke. I always want to drink and smoke after sex. I had a cigarette. But there were no matches. I see someone sitting on this bench. So I went and asked. And you answered me. And I recognized her. The darkness was such that I only then dopper that you fucked her. Yes, even in this position. But you do not be angry with me. I'm happy for you.
- What are you glad? - asked Sasha.
- Well, you too - eliminated illiteracy.
- There it is, - Sasha felt that he was wildly tired and wants to sleep.
- Well yes. It's good. Now the main thing is that it does not fly.
- Who?
- Well, Natasha, your girlfriend.
- She didn't fly. She flew away.
- In terms of?
- She is gone.
- Where?
- To the edge of the world. Town Big Stone. Near Vladivostok.
- For a long time?
- I'm afraid forever. Father sent there to serve.
- This is bad. If you had true love, then this is bad.
- Sucks. Just a shit.
- But maybe it will write?
- Will write, - confirmed Sasha.
He wanted one. Heal yourself.
- Okay, I went Sanya. You do not kill so. Do you want to - spend you?
- No, thank you, I myself. Come, Petruha.
And Petka left.
It became dark, and Sasha was all sitting and sitting on their bench with Natasha.
From the corner came the boy with the girl. They walked tightly together.
Right on him. It seems that they kissed on the go. And only when they came close, then the girl noticed Sasha and gasped in surprise.
- Oh, Seryozha, our place is taken.
They stopped a meter from the bench. A moment of silence.
Well, it turns out that the bench already belongs to others.
- Sit down, I'm leaving, - said Sasha and got up.
“Thank you, we love to sit here,” answered the young man.
Sasha recognized them. They were a year younger than him.
When did they manage to love their bench?
Or confused something?
"Their time has come." - Sasha thought, slowly walking towards the house.
“Where is Natasha now? What is she doing exactly this minute? Probably, their train is already near Rostov. Does she think of me now too? ”
- What are you so early? - surprised mother.
Indeed, the last time he had not returned before half past eleven. And now it's half past nine. He wanted to tell his mother that Natasha had left, but his mother was ahead of him. Hearing her words, he leaned against the wall and froze.
Still would.
Mother said:
- Aunt called. Tomorrow Katya comes to us. Will stay with us until the very end of summer. It turned out that she liked us in the spring. So she persuaded her mother to stay here for a couple of months. An insistent girl. This is sure to achieve her. Come tomorrow morning to meet.
Sasha almost did not understand. Katya? What is Katya? Ah, the one he was standing fucking at the kindergarten's fence? Something sinful stirred in his soul.
But what about Natasha?
"With Natasha, you will have love, and with me sex." - So said once Kate.
Is she clairvoyant? Or is there a gypsy in the family? I'll have to ask.
"But I will not be with her, I will not!" - Sasha whispered to himself like a spell.
He went to his room and fell on the sofa. Terribly wanted to sleep.
"Natasha, dream about me Natasha, I beg you." He murmured asleep.
But she never dreamed of him again.
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It's a pity not to have a happy end
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+10!
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Shine!
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SCHOOL LOVE
I am very restrained person on emotions, but it read me hard. I read it two hours ago, and my hands are still trembling while typing ...
I do not know who the author is, but the fact that God did not deprive him of his literary talent is an axiom.When I saw 24 pages I decided that I was a crazy grafoman. I started reading only out of curiosity, I thought that I had enough for three sheets. Then I could not stop ...
And most importantly everything in moderation, and love and erotica and sex. As for the description of the emotions of all the participants in this school novel, they are beyond all praise. I can not believe that it was written by a man and not a girl who personally experienced all this ...
When I read to the last pages, I sobbed out loud. I visited my parents at that time, my mother was frightened, decided that I was getting divorced from my husband, and I just read the tales on a porno-resource ...)))
Always with nostalgia I remember this school candy-bouquet romance. This is already in your student years at the end of a date, before you undress, you are cynically interested - Are you dabbling in all holes, beautiful? And when he was in school when he was invited to the cinema, the boy was trembling for a long time, like an aspen leaf, before putting his hand on your knee.
We must pay tribute to the author that at least someone described how it actually happens. And then the men, as they begin to write about their sexual exploits during the school years, were such straightforward playboys, heroes lovers, damn it. I remember all these school heroes. You look at him more closely, he is already blushing and stuttering. You didn’t have time to undo the two buttons on your blouse, and he has already finished and is sitting with a guilty look.
My first boyfriend in sixth grade, spent six months after school to home, pretending to be on the way. All this time I painfully pondered when he will decide on more? I scared away all the other boyfriends, all the friends were sure that we had a stormy school affair, and in fact we didn’t even hold on to the handle even once. I don’t know how it turned out, but finally, in May, he had enough brains to break lilacs. I chat with my friends at the school and suddenly everyone’s faces stretch out and their mouths open. I turn around, and there my portfolio with a bouquet. To admit, she almost got down with delight.
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Then he thought for a long time, but what should he have warned me about ...?
And at home you think I ran to wipe my hands?
I looked at my palm for a long time as enchanted, and then, like a cat, licked everything to the last drop and even licked my fingers. You think I was embarrassed that this was the death of some kind of left guy, fig there, I was only worried about not washing my hands before leaving school. Since then, washing my hands before leaving school has become a ritual for me.
And that night I had a first erotic dream in my life. What I stand on the track, raise my hand and stops a huge truck. They help me to get up, push me into a sleeping bag, slowly undress, put me in a knee-elbow posture and fuck in two bows, periodically turning from one member to another.Then they push me naked into the street, the car leaves, and my belongings are thrown out of the cab while I walk a half kilometer along the side of the road to pick up things and gradually put on my clothes, my leather jacket last. And then I turn to the other side of the road. Towards the big truck goes. I raise my hand again and wake up at this moment.
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Hi Anfisa. Do you write or not? I read your komenty - all quite voluminous, different from the usual good-sracha. And what pleases the really deserving critics of the authors.
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Fucking story !!! Respect the author !!! hard 10!
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