Breeze #10 21 августа 1997

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      Andrew SMIRYAGIN


            SHE


 Well, once we got
to bed. When this debauchery end only, I do not
I know. Although, you will witness: my attempts to get rid of 
it you will not find the end.  From the front door to the 
bedroom stretches interrupted trace

of coats, socks, stockings and
underwear. It's a shame!
Again, leaving at night, I do not
I find some socks
or, like last time, cowards. Panties have to be bright colors or
though would shine at night to the darkness of their
it was easier to find.
 "Wait, do not rush it.
Give me pereverut page manual! Yeah, this leg
should be kept like that, and the second like that. Stop! I 
think I got confused. Let's all first. It says to turn out a 
hip out ... Why so scream! I still did not start the most 
important thing. "  No, still a weak man that I am. And my 
three main Weaknesses: to eat, sleep and women. She knows it, 
and shamelessly uses.  Oh, how she cooks! Food -

it is her weapon of mass destruction. Any resistance is futile. 
It strikes without fail by the very sick and vulnerable men - 
the stomach. And it should be noted everything in life, besides 
food, is causing me the indifference and depression. Food - the 
only that gives me confidence in

itself, pushes the spiritual
manifestations, and fills this
world of at least some content.
 And every time I work up the resolve to inform
I'm leaving her, she
offers before a meal. After a little
I turn into a feast
one great and good person with a
puffy eyes. Quietly
so as not to frighten away the absorbed food careless movement, 
breathing through time and dragging her cheeks on the floor, I 
crawl away from the table. Forces only enough to crawl into 
bed, where she was impatient to waiting for my well-fed body. 
She slowly undresses me and proceeds to its meal. And if not 
for my vigilance, it would long ago

I ate a whole. Often,
waking up at night, I heard her appetizing champ and
saw that his feet are already gnaw on her knee. Well I'm 
healthy, and by morning I grew new ones.  "... So, now stand on

and knees and show me
language. It says that the pelvis
must be above the shoulders. I
said above! Even higher! ...
Ah-ah-ah! Careful! I did so
suffocate. "
 And as she cries! Oh, she
can properly cry.
Chuvstuya I'm going to
announce our break,
she throws herself on the sofa, crying, and her skirt rides up
exactly as much as
need my damn imagination, so right there on the couch and her 
wish.  In my youth I believed that

Sex - the most important thing in life. Now I have become older 
and convinced that the way it

there. Life from the viewpoint
Sex can be divided into several stages. Childhood, which gives 
way to adolescence, then youth goes, comes

sex, then the children come
then again comes sex,
Then come the grandchildren, then
again comes to sex, which should gradually terminate in the 
same childhood.  Its the same enthusiasm in bed

does not compare to anything else. Our
sex with her is more like a
uncompromising struggle. We struggle with sex every day.
And in such a position with him fight, and in another fight. AND
She seems willing to be killed in this unequal struggle,
but do not ever give up.
 I got tired of savagery and sophistication in bed. All of the 
bowl like a simple and straightforward sex. Come in the evening 
from work, dine, read or watch television, go to

the dark in bed, grope
next to the warm and living body, and
quietly, without making unnecessary
movements, to finish work
day.
 "... As it is hard to choose one of the existing
sex three thousand five hundred
eighty-seven positions.
We are constantly breaking
head. Just not sex, but
Academy of Sciences some ... "
 Get rid of it I tried to
different ways. But she
turned out to be trickier than I thought. It can not be sick of 
it does. I drank in scraps - she is innocent

had happened, heaped me
on their fragile shoulders and
dragged to the house. End
exhausted from the burdens unaffordable, she threw me on the 
street and cursing the latest words, pretended

leaves. But I did not think
upset. Once
I began to examine any kind
woman interested in, not
Do I need help to
reach, it is declared
right there. And for a long time to
neighboring yards resounded
its a curse to the brazen women. Disgusting! Guy for five 
minutes can not leave it unattended!  "... And now arise up

feet and let go of his hands. Not
Fear not, I keep! .. "
 Well, again, dropped it on
head. It is, incidentally, mean
not filed, that hurts. Weak
I have something for the last time
will have the weekend to train with a barbell.
 Then I changed tactics and
decided to do everything to
be caught napping her
husband. I spit on this symbol - "Women's panties in the window 
and rushed to her apartment, knowing that

He just there. Not allowing time to recover, I snapped her up,
pulling the bed and screamed wildly.
Husband stubbornly refused to show up.
Then I started to run in a shirt and socks around the 
apartment, looking under all bed and throwing open the 
cupboards, portraying psyched by

desire nosilovat all
still moving, the gorilla. However, what I did, he
failed to take us
together. Where did she hide it,
 I could not identify.
 "... So, this chest I take in
left hand, and the second ... Stop!
Hacks, they forgot to write what to do with the second! .. "
 And because I was not even what
trailer. She never with
I did not argue, never
shows its own character. I
I can spend hours to bring her allusions to my adventures with
other women, her silence only becomes harder. But I can see how 
it fainting jealous of me to

everything that is not it.
She is jealous of me for women, men, animals,
things and memories. From
jealousy, she poisoned a sequence of three of my cats. In 
otmesku I had to lower the toilet her favorite

konareyku.
 "... And now the campaign on
me, and then my Tarry
blanket ... "
 How do I still warm under
it! Cheat, she's so
taught me to myself that I
have long forgotten how to produce heat when it is not
next. And if she is now no longer to warm me, I,
may simply okocheneyu and
 die.
 And I always ask myself: what, say, fatcat bastard, you still 
have? What else ... stubborn bastard, you do not have enough?

Look around! In fact, such
women on the road does not lie. After you die - it is better not
 find.
 Nevertheless, I gathered the rest of the forces and decided to 
use my last chance, namely, to apply the method of lizards.

 First, I dropped one
ear, then I fell a
eye. But she, like anything
had happened, continued to love
me, saying that's even better - there will be fewer 
competitors. But I can not could not stop, I have carried away 
the decay. Long foot dragging, but eventually disappeared, and 
she is. The losses followed me one by one. The entire body was 
covered with festering sores and Then I realized that the end

is not far off. Would live a little, and I decided to devote 
the balance of minutes creating an immortal creations to tell 
about it. It is - everything! Life without her

meaningless. Living with it
all as meaningless, but
but a lot nicer. She
unnerving, which becomes infinite.
She - a black hole. Resist its attraction is not
unable to nothing, except possibly
I may. But I have little time. Soon it will fall off here, but 
immediately afterwards retrace his head. And no one

will wake up to sigh with relief and joy to cry out, which only
absurd horror not dream
this stupid noggin!
 I shudder and wake up.
Fumbling in the dark hand, I
with dreary joy I find
her side. Maybe I smother her? No, I'd have it
always do. And with this
schaslivoy thought, I'm back
I fall asleep.