EXERCISES IN PRESENT CONTINUUS TENS
FOR CASTLE BUILDERS
...She passed, showering me with scent
their perfumes, familiar to a sweet chill,
and, taking another step, stopped at
thought: all the seats were already taken. To her
I had to turn around and, noticing my
existence, casually inquire: "U
are you free? Will you allow me?" I could only
nod, the last ones still squeezing my throat
brittle cramps. Pulsating Remnants
neuralgic delight were sweet
sucked out by the dim space of the cabin and
bus station lights. Monster devouring
gasoline and kilometers (or vice versa?),
was going to, according to the schedule - but who
but he believes in dead letters - to take us to
Pavlovsk. Shielded from the smoky world
glass, the smell of new seats and
driver's inflexibility, in place N16
a passenger was sitting. He is thirty-five years old and
eight months old, he's still cute. On thick
blue-black hair, the ashes of gray hair are
the ashes of the fallen empires of his soul. Two marriages and
something else, like a furrow, passed
on his face, leaving no chance for anything else
present. If I had somewhere to sit, I,
being a woman, I wouldn't be interested
place N15. However, she knows better...
...And she's cute... If she's not a bitch.
Blue, strangely clear-colored eyes,
pink earlobe from under flaxen hair,
fingers like a princess. Interesting, huh?
what kind of fingers do princesses have? Goes through newspapers
in a stupid plastic bag with
large redletters. How old is she?
25, 30, 35? Yeah. Here's another fat one
medical journal. "Obstetrics and..."
Damn! I didn’t have time... I was about to read. Well
one thing is clear - the doctor. God forbid me from
excellent doctors with honors diplomas and
empty head... Bus, filling
the thick evening air is already trembling
turned onto the Tallinn highway. White,
axial reliably and tenaciously, led him through
The city, and short viscous zigzags only
proved the impossibility of changing the path.
Okay, let the doctor. We could
meet on the steps of the clinic, I
I would go to her... Hm. Judging by the specifics
magazine, I would hardly go to her. Let me
would go for help for the pool and
would have bumped into her at the door. Ahah!
Sorry - what are you talking about! Oh, leg! Broken
heel She's already sitting in my car,
let it be a black Oppel Kadett, we
listening to music. We're driving through puddles
sausages, no, it's better to have champagne for her
birthday. I buy her 25 roses on the corner
Moskovsky and congratulations, she accepts
offering - I am forgiven and invited. Her
name is Natasha, no, better yet Polina.
Polinushka, Polly, Pollinka, Po, Pavel,
Peacock, Lee - sweet, gentle, mine
berry... We got married and live in a luxurious
house on Muzhestva Square, and in the summer at the dacha
to Pärnu. I completed courses on... on... on
suddenly wiser and I become
successful scientist, no, better
film scriptwriter. Oppel Kadetta wheels
polished smooth as glass highway
Germany, raisereddish dust
Mexico, crushing the lush greenery of Australia. Her
beautiful fingers are decorated with blue
diamond on a thin platinum bezel - we
We hate "redheads".
Then everything goes even faster. We have
two lovely babes with wheat
hair and sly dimples on her cheeks. I
I love my wife. I'm being lenient, but
I’m fine passing by those beckoning with money,
lust, the glory of temptations threatening
family happiness. My wife is top
perfection. Caring mother and beautiful
mistress, faithful and understanding, unbearable
sweet and tender on a huge - two by two,
no, two by three - sexodrome in the bedroom. U
her delicate thin neck of a girl, fluff on
fragile hands, eyes radiating tenderness,
soft velvety skin, elastic girlish
chest with a slightly upturned nose,
nipple... However, that's enough, otherwise I
I might have to cross my legs
or transfer the scarf from the luggage net to
knees. And time flies, the house is a full cup,
grown up children are the pride of the school, gray
the bulk of the Pulkovo Heights swayed and
starts to move to the right. In fifteen
minutes the bus will freeze and open with a hiss
door, releasing its prey into the shooting
lights night. It's time to wrap things up. Okay,
that we do not live in the Middle Ages. Suddenly
her school friend appears, about whom she
I almost forgot. She realizes she can't
live without him. He is unsettled and unintelligent, his
career is in a deplorable state, with him she
will hardly be happy, but... Loveevil.
He gives her disgusting gold rings
and tasteless massive silver
shackles-bracelets. Divorce in agreement -
it will be better this way. Children - in half, an apartment
for two, the dacha is like a workshop to me, oppel
ex-wife. All divorce formalities are over,
the bus is already grumbling and hooting on its way to
area. Still, we had a very good
family, I have been happy all these years. Us
managed to raise wonderful children. She
I treated the sick, I made a talented film.
We remember each other with gratitude.
But now we met by chance in
this bus and, through the elusive
second, we'll part forever again.
Let's emerge from the comfortable womb of the frozen
metal beast and let's go to different
sides under the disgusting falling rain.
He will reliably wash away our traces.
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