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----------+ | EXERCISES WITH CONTINUUS TENS PRESENT | +-----------
| | FOR CASTLE BUILDERS | |
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...She passed, okatubbed me with the smell of her perfume, familiar before
sweet chill, and, taking another step, stopped in thought -
all the seats were already taken. She had to turn around and, noticing moe
existence, casually inquire: “Are you free?
Will you allow me?" I could only nod, my throat was still being squeezed by the last
fragile cramps. Pulsating remnants of neuralgic delight
were sweetly sucked in by the darkened space of the cabin and the lights
bus station. A monster that devours gasoline and kilometers (or
on the contrary?), was going to, if you believe the schedule - but who believes
dead letters - take us toPavlovsk. Shielded from the world
smoky glass, the smell of brand new seats and inflexibility
driver, a passenger was sitting in seat N16. Amy is thirty-five years old and
eight months old, he's still cute. On thick, blue-black hair
the ashes of his gray hair are the ashes of the fallen empires of his soul. Two marriages and
something else, like a furrow, ran across his face, not
leaving a chance for a different present. If I had somewhere to sit, I,
being a woman, I would not be interested in the N15 place. However,
she knows better...
...And she's cute... If she's not a bitch. Blue, strangely pure
eye color, pink earlobe from under flaxen hair, fingers like
y princess. I wonder what kind of fingers the princesses have? Sorts out
newspapers in a stupid plastic bag with large red
letters. How old is she - 25, 30, 35? Yeah. Here's another fat one
medical journal. "Obstetrics and..." Damn! Didn't have time... Read
got ready. Well, one thing is clear - the doctor. God forbid me from the beautiful
doctors with honors diploma and empty heads... Bus, filling
the thick evening air was shaking, already turning towards Tallinn
highway. The white axial guide reliably and tenaciously led him through the City, and
short viscous zigzags only proved the impossibility of changing
way. Okay, let the doctor. We could meet on the steps
polyclinics, II would go to her... Hm. Judging by the specifics of the magazine, I
I would hardly go to her. Let me 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
there will be a black Oppel Kadett, we listen to music. We are driving along
puddles for sausages, no, better for champagne for her day
birth. I buy her 25 roses on the corner of Moskovsky and congratulate her,
she accepts the offering - I am forgiven and invited. Her name is
Natasha, no, better yet Polina. Polinushka, Polly, Pollinka,
Po, Pavla, Peacock, Li - sweet, tender, my berry... We
We got married and live in a luxurious house on Muzhestva Square, and in the summer
at the dacha in Pärny. I completed courses on... on... on sharp
understanding and becoming a successful scientist, no, better
film scriptwriter. The wheels of the Oppel Kadetta are polished as smooth as
glass highway in Germany, raising the reddish dust of Mexico,
crushing the lush greenery of Australia. She adorns her beautiful fingers
blue diamond on a thin platinum bezel - we hate
"red".
Then everything goes even faster. We have two lovely babes
wheat hair and crafty dimples on her cheeks. I love mine
wife. I condescendingly but beautifully pass by the alluring
money, lust,the glory of temptations that threaten the family
luckily. My wife is the height of perfection. Caring mother and
a wonderful housewife, faithful and understanding, unbearably sweet and
tender on a huge - two by two, no, two by three - sexodrome in
bedroom She has a girl's delicate thin neck, fluff on her fragile
hands, radiating tenderness eyes, soft velvety skin,
elastic girlish breasts with a slightly upturned cockom, like the nose...
However, that's enough, otherwise I'll probably have to put my foot up on
leg or transfer the scarf from the luggage net to your knees. And time
runs, the house is full, the grown-up children are the pride of the school, gray
The bulk of the Pulkovo Heights has swayed and is beginning to move to the right.
In fifteen minutes the bus will freeze and open with a hiss.
the door, releasing its prey into the night shooting with lights. It's time
round up. It's good that we don't live in the Middle Ages. Suddenly
Her school friend, whom she had almost forgotten, appears. She
realizes that she cannot live without him. He heyctpoeh and heymeh, him
career is in a deplorable state, she’s unlikely to be with him
happy, but... Love is evil.
He gives her disgusting gold rings and tasteless
massive silver shackles-bracelets. We are divorcing in agreement - so
it will be better. Children - in half, an apartment - for two, a dacha - for me
like a workshop, oppel -ex-wife. All divorce formalities
behind, the bus is already grumbling and hooting towards the square. Still y
We were a very good family, I was happy all these years. Us
managed to raise wonderful children. She treated the sick, I took pictures
talented film. We remember each other with gratitude. A
now we met by chance on this bus and, after
In a fleeting second, we will part again forever. Let's get out of
comfortable belly of a frozen metal beast and let's go to
different sides under the disgusting falling rain. He is reliable
will wash away our traces.
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