“But if I’m detained,” I thought, “they will force me to resist, and it’s then that I’m not exactly fit.” Big showdowns and miracles on turns - that's what awaits me if I open my mitten, - I set myself up for victory with conscience. “In the end, it’s not my business to interfere with the Major’s family life.” If a woman wanted, she would have rolled the application a long time ago. And so, out, moans for the whole entrance, the neighbors to envy. ”

I did not meet with anyone at that time, and active sexual activities behind the wall caused me to easily envy and even excitement.

“I would like to see this!” - I laughed, falling asleep in a warm bed.

The girl at the entrance remembered me as unreal beauty, a fabulous fantasy about the triumph of love over the world of idiots screaming behind the wall. In my heart I was hoping to meet her again. If possible, in the same place, approximately at the same evening. Her elusive, mysterious image haunted me for two days and two nights, until I finally melted, becoming a myth. I sighed with relief, remembering beauty as an obsession, a temporary mental clouding that led to a partial loss of orientation in space and time.

By a strange coincidence, my dream was destined to materialize again.

I came back from work and did not think at all about nonsense, when a girl with a figure of a pupa and an angelic cartoon face once again appeared at the entrance. She seemed to be bored or waiting for someone, but, seeing me, she decided to go up in the elevator with me.

She walked up the stairs, exuding a delicate, fruity aroma of perfume. I bathed in her scent, watched her thighs swaying fascinatingly under her coat, how gracefully the handle dropped, pulling aside with a clenched fist to the side.

- What is yours? - asked the girl, first going into the elevator.

“Fifth,” I was stunned to hear her angelic voice.

“Me too,” she smiled at the child’s bewildered smile.

I, probably, at this moment smiled like a big donkey.

“Are we neighbors? - I thought. “She probably lives on the floor above or below.”

When we arrived, I naturally went out first, opened the door to the waiting room, expecting the doll to do the same from the other side or at least stay in the elevator.

Instead, she came out and froze behind me, and then she proceeded inside, and suddenly she shut the door behind us. I precipitated.

- So we are neighbors! She said cheerfully. - You seem to be Dmitry. Andryusha told me about you.

- Yes, I - Dima - my voice was drowned in the absurd.

- And I - Vasya, Vasilisa, - she laughed.

“A rare name,” I realized, smiling like a puppy who had achieved attention.

- Yes, I all say so. But fun.

- That's for sure.

“Well, it's nice to meet you and have a nice evening,” she opened the door to her apartment, leaned over to unbutton her boots.

- And to you, - I turned the key in the keyhole, forgetting to pull the handle, as Andrei taught, - a pleasant evening.

Vasya once again doused me with a crazy smile and slammed the door.

I finally fell into the black doorway. In my head, my brains refused to accept the terrible reality for the truth.

“Well, how is this possible? - I raped the brain, turned inside out. - This is because she squeals every evening, this is her Andrew throws mud and blacks at what light. She tolerates everything and then still moans sweetly while having sex with him! ”

“It doesn’t fit in my head,” I fought with glaring injustice. - Imechko what her parents gave her - Vasilisa. Wise, or what? If she were smart, would she marry such a moron? "

However, Andrew could cause passionate affection for a certain category of women. Such easily fall for despots, willingly submit to ruthless tyrants.

“Does Vasya love this freak? - I suffered a question all evening. “They have no children, they could divorce and live quietly for themselves.”Or find another.

The situation was not so unambiguous.

“Perhaps the evening scandals with beating and sex are just a game,” I thought. - Maybe this is not Vasya at all squealing. But then who? ”

A lot of questions and, most importantly, the complexity of Vasilisina's situation fell on me a heavy burden in one evening.

Andrei Mikhailovich came late, being clearly in a bad mood, which, however, judging from the experience of the previous days, was the norm for him. Vasya immediately went peddling. This time I listened very carefully, trying not to miss anything.

- Bitch! - the major of militia shouted. - Suck you dick. Cunt insatiable.

In response, a rustling voice, frightened voice, called for calm. Andryusha only entered into a rage:

- What do you poke me with your dirty shorts? Slut you. Smell it, smell it. All in semen.

I imagined Vasya being persecuted around the apartment, thrust her panties into her mouth, then they fuck hard and painfully, for a long time and expressively. That was how it seemed from the outside, all sounds pointed to the implacable Spartan spirit that prevailed in the next apartment.

For a long time I could not sleep that evening, worrying about the girl. How often do wives become hostages of tyrant husbands, submit to their will without complaint and without question, fulfilling any whims of scum.

“Does she really love him?” I again came to the only reasonable explanation, at the same time refusing to believe it.

A couple of days later I met a charming neighbor again, returning from work. This time we crossed on the street. Vasya slowly walked around the house on my way.

“Hello,” I said when we caught up.

She walked to the side, and it would be extremely impolite to pass by without expressing respect.

- Hello, - Vasya was sadly thoughtful.

I have already taken a couple of steps, immersed in her circumstances, wanting to quickly get rid of the feeling of guilt, that is, to pass by, accelerating to the entrance, when she suddenly reminded herself, leaving me in the back:

“You hear everything in the evening, right?”

I was dumbfounded, stopped dead in my tracks, made a hundred and eighty degree turn.

The conversation was coming difficult. My eyes involuntarily lowered, went for a walk on the asphalt.

“Yes, you can hear it,” I quietly confirmed.

- We really disturb you, yes? - she was kind and reserved.

I suddenly realized how hard it was for her to remain calm in public, to wear a mask of indifference, to communicate with her neighbors, as if nothing had happened when she was raped hard and mercilessly every evening.

“No, not really,” I said, not confidently. - Why do you tolerate? - my strict inquisitive glance met Vasya's brown eyes.

She suffered, though, and smiled a meaningless smile.

- What would you do in my place? - as quietly, almost without moving his lips, she said.

- You can after all, get a divorce, go somewhere.

- I have nowhere to go.

“There are always options,” I retorted carefully.

We walked slowly to the entrance.

- What are my options? - she bitterly smiled. - I have no children and never will be. Who needs me like that, besides Andryusha?

I silently grind new circumstances.

“Sorry for pulling you into this,” Vasya came to her senses. - You do not pay attention in the evening, please. I'm used to, and you, probably, terribly unpleasant. Dont worry. It does not hurt me, only screams.

- Anyway, you can not treat women like that. And in general, with any person can not.

“You see, you misunderstood everything!” - Vasya grinned. - It's just that Andrei has a hard time at work now, the authorities are sick. And I'm sitting at home all day. His first wife left him, and he is jealous of everyone.

I wanted to give a hint about the work, which Andrei reproaches Vasya every evening, but resist.

“This is not normal,” I said instead, meaning jealousy.

- Yes, I know. I myself constantly ask him to go together to a psychologist, but he does not believe, thinks that I invented everything, ... Read more →