About alcohol - The story makes you think....

 The story makes you think....

 * The author brings the deepest
Apologies to those readers to whom this
pseudo-literary self-indulgence will seem
overly vulgar.
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 PAVEL


 These recordings are as strange as
and unusual ones, I found in a writing drawer
my neighbor's table
apartment, when, tired from a long
picking the lock, wandering aimlessly around her
room, indulging in idleness.
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 From the diary of Asya N.

     In 19.. I turned 15 years old. I
was modest, precocious
girl, loved books and walks in
square.  I also studied quite well,
which made my mother and everyone very happy
family as a whole.
     That summer my
cousin Pavel from Omsk. Young
tall brunette, he immediately attracted my attention
attention with its appearance and mysterious
smile.
     It was a hot summer, and father and mother
often visited the dacha, taking me
with myself.  Now they thought it was best
go away alone, leavingme on
Paul's care.
     All day Pavel and I wandered around
city and, I must admit, pretty tired.
That's why I was very happy when
evening came and it was time to go back
home.  I wished Pavel good night and
I wanted to go to bed, but he stopped me
me.
     - Let's sit in the kitchen for a while, -
he suggested and that song began to play on his lips
the mysterious smile that attracted my
attention for the first time.   I'm cautious
agreed.
     We drank lemonade. He wanted to pour
I still want it, but I refused. Have a drink, he insisted.
he filled my glass to the brim with Sprite.
The smell of it made me dizzy.
Paul noticed this.
     -Aren't you feeling bad? - asked
he.
     “N-no,” I squeezed out.
     - Maybe you would like
try another activity? - he asked.
     -What activity are you talking about? - not
I understand.
     - Do you know what it is?
pleasure of many men and women?
     I shook my head.
     - Now you’ll find out!
     He pulled me towards him.  my hand
suddenly found itself buried in his pocket
jackets.  Automatically I started rummaging around there,
until she found an oblong object.
     - Get it! - Pavel commanded.
     I was unable to disobey.
     - What is this? - I was surprised with surprise
looking at the object that turned out to behalf liter glass bottle.
     - This is beer! - Pavel answered proudly. -
They drink it.
     - But how?!  - I was surprised, in vain
trying to suppress the sudden
desire.
     - First of all, take it from the table
opener...
     I obeyed, feeling like something new
a hitherto unfamiliar feeling overwhelms me
gut.
     -...Now hold the bottle with your left hand
with your hand... like this... With your right hand - squeeze
bottle opener...
     He taught me, revealing me step by step
I have before me a new science.
     - Now bring the neck to your lips...
     I felt the spicy aroma
beer hit me in the face. What strength do I have?
She squeezed the neck with her lips.
     - Yes, swallow it! - Pavel got angry.
     I swallowed clumsily.  Beer filled
my mouth bitterness and coolness, giving
indescribable pleasure.
     - Do you like it? - asked Pavel.
     - Yes! - I moaned, greedily doing everything
new sips.
 - Wait, - he suddenly interrupted
me. - Let me get my fill too!
     He snatched the bottle from me. I saw
how his big lips fell to the throat,
digging into its contents. Soon the bottle
was empty... We sat for some time
opposite each other and did not move.
Pavel was the first to come to his senses.
     - Do you want to experience even more?
pleasure than beer? - he asked.
     “But my brother,” she was sincerely surprised.
I, -Is there any greater pleasure?
something we just experienced?
     - It happens, my angel. And I tell you now
I'll prove it.
     Quickly opening his jacket, he pulled out
refrigerator bottle with transparent
liquid.   Pavel opened it with a knife and
handed it to me. I brought it to my lips.
     “No, it’s not like that,” he stopped me.
Pavel. - Pour it in.
     And he put on the table two faceted
glasses.  I obediently tilted the bottle and
clear liquid flowed into these
glass vessels of lust, filling
the air smelled unfamiliar to me before. Mine
the desire was so great that I forgot
about everything in the world. I grabbed the glass and
she brought it to her mouth and swallowed furiously.
A sharp pain from the burn pierced me, forcing
scream.  I threw the glass away, spilling
evil liquid.
     - Well, who does that, stupid? -
Pavel laughed.
     But I stood there, unable to do it again
get closer to the bottle.
     “Remember,” said Pavel, raising
my glass and filling it again - I need vodka
swallow right away, like this,” he brought the glass
to his lips and quickly drained it, biting it
cucumber.  - It is very important that the air in
I didn't get this moment in my mouth...
     I stood rooted to the spot, still not
deciding to try the drink again.
     -  Don't be afraid! - the brother continued. - If
you will learn to drink vodka correctly -
you cando it without experiencing
pain, and receiving colossal
pleasure... However, I will make your
efforts.
     With these words he took from the table
"Barjomi" and poured it into his huge
empty glass.
     - Wash it down with it as soon as you drink again.
     He watched with curiosity as I
brought the magical liquid to her mouth.
Quickly, as Pavel taught, I took a sip.
It burned me, but less than in
last time. I started drinking and felt like
a pleasant warmth spreads throughout my body,
giving me inexplicable pleasure.
Seeing this, Pavel could no longer restrain himself! He
grabbed the bottle and filled the glass to
the very edge.  We drank vodka every minute
experiencing her passionate heat, not in
able to interrupt this for a moment
voluptuous race. Pavel was the first to finish and
collapsed helplessly to the floor. Then I finished my drink
feeling like the last drops are sharp
fires burn my tongue. And staggering
went to bed.  Since then we have often
stay alone with Pavel.  We usually
drank beer for a long time, and then until the morning
enjoyed vodka...
     One day Pavel came home early
ordinary.  I rushed to him with a bottle
beer.
     “Save your strength, my dear,” gently
he said. - We're going to visit.
     - On a visit? - I was surprised.
 - My friends are visiting todayparty, -
Pavel explained, “and you and I
invited.
     The party took place in the old
abandoned mansion on the outskirts of the city.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw a large
number of men sitting at the long
semi-round table.  When I crossed
threshold, all eyes were directed at me, but not
for a long time.      Attention of those present
attracted by a huge mechanical device,
piled up on the table. Never before have I
I have never seen anything like him. Device
this one seemed to gently beckon me to him,
fascinated, called... The smell that reigned in
room, familiar and unfamiliar
at the same time, filled me with lust.
     - What is this object? - asked quietly
I'm Pavel, excitedly pointing at the device.
     - This, my joy, is a weapon
greatest pleasure, invented
man to satisfy his most
secret desires.
     - Oh, I want to try it! -
I shouted.
     - Now you’ll try it, darling. Everything
your time.
     Suddenly the device began to rustle and the men
they surrounded him in a tight ring, letting him through
me to the middle of the circle. They had in their hands
the same faceted glasses as Pavel's.
     - Ivan!  - Pavel shouted to one of the
men. - Start the device!
     The one called Ivan turned
invisible lever and cloudy odorous liquid
flowed out of the tap. Menone by one
they placed their glasses under it. After waiting
a few seconds, they moved aside,
giving way to the next ones. When all requests
were satisfied, it was my turn. Pavel
he put the glass in my hand and lightly
pushed me towards the device. I trembled
feeling like an unfamiliar liquid
fills my glass.  Pavel looked at
me, unable to tear myself away. Men too
got worried.
     “Whatever you see,” he said
Pavel, behave calmly and do this
the same as others.
     Meanwhile, the guests split into
groups of three people. Each group
took its place at the small plywood
boxes standing near the walls. I found myself in
one group with two strangers
men.   One of them was tall
brown-eyed blond, the other - almost
an old man with a balding head.   They
They smiled at me and beckoned me towards them.
     - What are we going to do? - I asked in
indecision.
 - Let's do everyone's favorite pastime
us,” answered the old man.  - Now you
you will experience something that you have probably never experienced before
experienced.
     I smiled, thinking that he was talking about
vodka.  Oh, how pleasantly I was wrong! By
We raised our glasses to the old man's sign. Then
They hit them three times.  And only
after that they brought it to their lips.  Hot
a sip filled my mouth. Ifelt that
I'm out of breath and wanted to stop, but
the neighbors again mercilessly raised their
glasses and I was forced to continue.
After the next sip it seemed to me,
that I'm dying. I felt like liquid
overwhelms me completely, without a trace, like
my heart starts beating loudly, no
withstanding such pressure of feelings. And the neighbors
and didn’t think to stop! We didn't drink
biting, sip by sip, bye,
finally, our terrible
glasses.
     - Let's go to others!  - suggested
blond young man.   We walked through the hall
joining first one, then the other
group of drinkers and experiencing colossal
pleasure.   Several times we
approached the moonshine still to
replenish our supplies of this
a miraculous source of pleasure. I
I don’t remember the end of that evening very well...
     The next morning I woke up completely
sick.    My head was noisy, my body
refused to obey.  Pleasures like this
undermined my strength that I could not even
get out of bed.  Seeing my condition
Pavel leaned over me and began
quickly and gently drink beer...
     “I want to drink vodka,” she whispered
I.
 - After everything that happened yesterday? -
Pavel was surprised
     - Yes.
     Pavel happily filled the glass............................................

 At this point the manuscript breaks off.
What happened next - I don’t know, and I don’t
Probably no one will remember this anymore.
I only know that Aunt Asya was taken away recently
for compulsory treatment and I have
now there is every chance to expand your
living space    When this happens I will
I will definitely burn this piece of paper... In the meantime -
I present it to the readers.

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 *All characters in the story are fictitious.
Any coincidence of names, events and titles
drinks should be considered annoying
randomness
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 (c) E.Lakinsky aka Wind'o'Sun, 01/24/1998
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