HOUSE.
Here is another short novel from SLIP-A, or rather an excerpt from
him. Imagine a person whose lebido is not directed towards
women and men, and on old houses. Madness you say
By the way, you will be right. Besides, this romance is a bit
scandalous. People with strictly determined morality should read
prohibited. I can send the full version to anyone interested.
But this is fantastic!
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He stood in the middle of granite blocks, all directed towards one,
the only point on the horizon. Marie looked like a gentle
an angel with short hair blowing in the wind. He was
a dotted line in its character and a compressed spring in its
emotions.
There was a house in the distance. Just lonely, old, abandoned,
wooden house. But the whole point is that in this world, there are such houses
no longer left. The wooden, two-story house was his
own likeness of the soul, in the midst of the sparkling ones, and seemed
beautiful high-rises. Stone giants rubbed against the firmament
blue skies, dispersing the clouds, and this one stood with his head bowed
and boarded up windows with old, rotten boards. In such houses
As far as Marie knew, there was always devilry. He has before
looked here. But today this house attracted him in a special way and
young man feeling unusual excitement into myself, suddenly
again gave in to his fantasies.
A dilapidated house is a monument to history in this world. Marie loved
history, if not to say that I went crazy about it. He was thinking about
about what might be hiding there, behind the old, moldy walls
into the semi-darkness of boarded up windows, in a house made from once
living tree? And it was strange that it was not demolished or even
We were thinking about doing this in the near future.
He had previously had ideas to examine it and find it there,
something that cannot be described in words. But fear, as before,
took him into his tenacious, cold hands and he did not dare to do so
do. It was no use reproaching yourself for cowardice, Marie
considered himself a coward without any sense of guilt. But when he thought about the secret,
what could be hiding there, everything was different. And he was afraid not at home,
and the opinions of those around him. After all, if anyone recognizes him
strange attraction to this house, wouldn't it be crazy in
in the eyes of this someone? And even if no one knows that he
wants to get in there, won't he go crazy in front of himself?
How long will it be enough for him to restrain this secret desire?
just him?
Marie shuddered from these thoughts, and a bunch of small goosebumps
ran through his body. His friends appeared next. One
preceded another and Marie, as if waking up from a dream,
turned his amazed, trembling eyes in their direction.
-“Hey idiot,” Adam shouted!
He was always a little sharp with his words. And
never did a thought get stuck in his head, making him
a talkative and self-satisfied person. But he was a member of this
company without him, this same company could not be the same
bright. Adam was the ruler of tyranny, but at the same time he did not
when I didn’t let myself be offended. He was eighteen and was getting dressed
he's like a real Dandy. Sometimes you could see on his face
a shadow expressing dissatisfaction about the speck on his new
jeans or T-shirts made of real silk. The wind ruffled this
the very T-shirt on his muscular torso, and next to him was his
girlfriend.
It was funny to see how such a person has a girlfriend
a stronger personality than himself. Her name was Natalie and she
knew how to be not only a woman, but also a proud lioness
force the entire company to obey him. The only person
capable of not listening to her and not taking it seriously is Marie.
Perhaps that was why he annoyed her so much. But beyond their words
the enmity did not go away. It's true that Marie is not with anyone
he quarreled and did not fight, many simply did not like him for his loneliness
among the crowd, which from the outside looked like snobbery. This
vulgar words often stuck to him from other people's lips. Otherwise sticky
and more offensive words.
Adam with Nataliesat down on a marble bench. She has
His hair was blond, but his hair was black. Marie wasn’t particularly friendly with them,
but as part of the company I was sometimes forced to talk about something with them
talk.
“Are you waiting for us,” Adam asked early, knowing the answer?
“No,” answered Marie.
This did not confuse Adam, it only led to another elementary
thought. He didn’t even realize that Marie had said the word “no”, only to
in order not to say, the word "yes". After all, it was so banal.
And to understand this for both Adam and Natalie was tantamount
what the amoeba can tell about human existence. Therefore
followed by the next question,
- What are you doing here then?
“I’m standing,” answered Marie, he was almost mocking, (the only question is
over whom?).
“You’ve always been a moron,” Adam answered and spat on the ground!
Natalie grinned. The wind blew. Soon the others arrived.
All these people were not as important to Marie as Anton and Adam.
Stunningly different personalities and souls. But Adam, unlike Anton
was not serious about everything he said. This
his frivolity gave him his charm. Maybe because of this charm, Marie
treated him in some ways better than others. Or maybe
he tried not to notice his barbs only because
Adam dressed beautifully, and this captivated Marie. It was not the soul that captivated,
captivated by the invented image and in the depths of my soul it is quite possible
assumeMarie didn't even see him. Only these very clothes
on a muscular torso. And sharp jokes flew past his ears,
only subconsciously, he still tried to get Adam out of
yourself. Sometimes he succeeded.
One day Adam (no one remembers why?) attacked
Marie and putting it on his shoulder blades said, “I will kill you!”
Marie lay like a dead man, afraid to move under him, and
at the same time, he felt the warmth that emanated from it
man and he wanted to surrender to this sudden, frightening
his own impulse. Adam read the expression in Marie's eyes
tenderness, not anger, and this angered him. But they don't fight
steel.
Anton was different.
The company got together, and, as always, everyone began
discuss rather trivial things. Marie stood aside and
looked first at his friends, then at the mysterious house. Yes
continued until one girl said,
- Marie is sad again, hey Marie, come to us, why are you all
time you stand aside?
“I look into the eyes of the abyss,” he answered.
It was true only for him, for them it was a phrase
taken from the cover of the premiere of plays of the "theater of the absurd".
“And what,” she asked, is interesting?
He shook his head. Marie's voice was squeaky
it always showed his insecurity. Because when we listen
human, we are always subconsciouslywe record such a fact as
the intonation of the interlocutor. If she is loud, the conversation makes sense
continue; if it’s dull, the conversation comes to a dead end. Yes
happened now. The girl fell silent. Anton grabbed his
friend's hand and said,
- Let's go away and talk.
That's what they did. Marie watched the group move away from
them somewhere towards multi-colored garlands of lanterns. Bye
it was light, but in an hour it would start to get dark. A light breeze may
easily change to a real NORD-OST.
Anton took his friend aside and sat him down on the granite
stone and said sternly,
- Why are you making a fool of yourself?
- Am I building?
- Stop playing with me. You know what I mean.
“Okay, I stopped,” said Marie, looking into the eyes of his
friend.
“Marie, Marie,” Anton sighed, sitting down next to him, “well, what about
do you?
- Send me back to the past.
- You're a fool. And in vain you throw away such sarcasm with me. I'm
I'm trying to help you.
- What, did I do wrong again?
-You do everything wrong and attract too much attention to yourself.
a lot of attention. Try to relax, be like everyone else.
- I'll try, but not today, just that house...
Marie pointed towards an old wooden house with
boarded up windows, standing alone in a vacant lot.
- He beckons me towards him, I have to use quite a bit
efforts to concentrate oncompanies! To throw away
it's from my head.
- You're crazy. Try having sex, maybe it will help.
- With whom?
- Find a friend.
- What if...
Marie fell silent. Anton took a breath of fresh air, then didn’t
waiting for the continuation he said,
- What if?
- If I don't need a friend.
Anton grinned, as before, from the corner of his lips.
- Then find a friend.
- And it doesn’t bother you.
- What doesn’t bother you? The fact that you will be like the last p...
walk with him, holding the handle. You will call him
in the evenings, and everyone around will talk about what
Marie blue?
- In general, that’s how Anton is, just imagine that I will
among other things, to sleep with him. And you'll be the first to get scared
be friends with me. You will avoid me and call me...
“How long have we known Marie,” Anton said, as if
discussed the film and nothing more - I’ve long been accustomed to your
quirks. It's better if you get yourself a girlfriend. Trust me, you
it wouldn't hurt. But if you make yourself a friend, we'll all
we will still remain friends. But I always couldn't understand why
just a friend, not a girlfriend. Don't tell me that you don't have
worth it.
He said as he grinned, and it hurt Marie, but everything
he answered,
- You're making everything look like a vulgar, vulgar joke for me.
This is my life, understand Anton. I don't want you to
said there is intelligence. And this same intelligenceseeks understanding.
It doesn't matter what form it is, what matters is what it's filled with. It's not about
women and not men. The fact is that men, as a rule,
more intelligent than women. Besides everything else, I
I want someone to be a little stronger than me and my shyness.
Women are used to expecting action from men, I don’t do that.
I can. And I want someone to act in my regard, in my
side. And above all else, if only you could feel
the secret of the house...
Anton did not pay any attention to the last phrase. He's a lot of weird
I heard things from Marie and got used to ignoring them. But then
he was interested in something else.
- Firstly, there is no joke here, it’s just difficult to discuss
this is no laughing matter. At least for me. I'm just disgusted
imagine yourself kissing a man. At least you do it yourself
can you imagine?
Anton looked at his friend and tried to imagine
this. First Marie with another man, then with herself, he felt
disgusted, and he threw the thought out of his head. But she never did
I was able to fly out of there to the end. She's stuck somewhere in his
subconscious, which made Marie suddenly seem even more pathetic to him,
than before.
“Remember, the main thing is not the form, but its content,” said
Marie, what's the point in simple sex if there's no
lyrical note. What's the point of femininity if it doesn't
appeals to the music in yoursoul?
- Listen, maybe the problem is that you’re always
This is how you express yourself strangely. You sound like a poet. And they
almost all are blue.
- Not all. But it makes sense.
Marie looked at her friend and how under his T-shirt
the relief of the chest was guessed. Perhaps Anton was even handsome, this,
perhaps he himself was not fully aware of it. Then his friend got it
cigarette and lit it. Again there was a smell of blue smoke, which
mixed with his cologne.
THE END.
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