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(c) Daddy Karlo (http://shiza.wallst.ru)
special for HeresY
SOUNDS OF LOVE.
(drama)
Filicy is the same Makakych, only removed from the brackets of society.
CHARACTERS:
Filicius - philosopher
Makakych - male
Martynia - female
Shane the tempter
Prologue.
Someone M. once told meabout a funny scene
happened to his good friend. Of course, I immediately figured out how
everything was on point. I share this fantasy with the reader.
1.
On one of the summer nights, when the heat and mosquitoes bring
attacks of violent insanity, great thinker and philosopher
Filicius sat at the computer in his shorts and chuckled maliciously
I read an abstract from some MGU btopokypchuka social department. Under
the abstruse title of the report "Sociology of Religion. Religious
organizations in modern Russia" was hiding quite
mediocre extraction of quotes, dull (dull)
gag and presentation of well-known facts about these same
religions. In general, Filicius was engaged in a total waste of life,
time and energy for empty activities. However, he felt
feeling good and confident, that is, I was happy with life and myself,
naturally. So he gets up and goes to the balcony. He's fascinated
looks at the stars and silently grins at his thoughts
charging.
Why not grin? Can you imagine how someone
neighboring houses, longingly moving binoculars across the windows, stumbles upon
a bearded good fellow in shorts doing exercises in the light
moon, deep at night. But that was not what Filicius was thinking about. He was attachedself-forgetful narcissism. He imagined himself as a hermit
an incredibly cool monk-thinker, penetrating into the secrets of existence
and cognizing the unmastered dimensions of thought. He thought "what am I?
the smartest, the most cultured, the most intelligent, the most
useful member of society." On the penultimate word he stopped and
muttering curses, he went back to the computer. Internally
licking his lips, he remembered the shameful ones hidden on the hard drive
pictures in . jpg, merged from a certain bourgeoisie
Internet server. The pictures were so embarrassing that
the great philosopher simply could not help but take advantage
cryptographic encryptor.
He sat and cursed dirtyly, trying to remember the password. But
the great thinker and philosopher cannot remember the cherished word
could. His fingers flew quickly over the keys, tapping in vain
all sorts of combinations of swear words. Amy wasn't even in the house,
that the password was changed by his friend, who was also cunning,
an evil genius who loved such jokes. Finally Filicius
exhausted and sweating from exertion, he leaned back
chair. In the dark, the monitor screen blinked like emy and the prescribed 60 times
per second, the hard drive and power supply hummed soothingly.
Suddenly some extraneous noise disturbed the humming and flickering
idyll of industrial life,attracting Filicia's attention.
He became alert, looked around, sniffed, listened... Noise
came from the left wall. He came up and touched her ear.
This noise was CTOHAHUEM WOMEN!!!
With the speed of a meteor, with the precision of oriental masters
kung fu, Filicius rushed to the computer and turned it off. B
in the ensuing silence, women's moans were heard very loudly and
clearly:
-A, a, a, a, a, a, a, a...
The home-grown philosopher instantly became sweaty, while
my mouth was dry, my eyes were red, my arms and legs were shaking, my pulse was
increased in frequency by two. He pressed himself against the wall with all his might and caught every
sound, every rustle, like the last drop of water, like the last
a breath of air like the last beat of a heart.
This went on for several minutes until it came
the upper limit of its excitation. He took off his panties and
Grasping the reddened member, he quickly moved his hand. Wave
voluptuousness captured him and carried him into the valleys of dreams and dreams o
full love. Its root has already been depleted twice, but it
didn't notice this. Not at all. Filicius became more and more incensed,
he literally climbed the wall as if he wanted to go through it.
-Let me go! - he whispered madly. - Let me in! - whispersturned into wheezing.
But the wall did not let him in. She only missed the sounds of love,
banal sound vibrations from 20 hertz to 20 kilohertz.
-A,, a,, a,, a,, a,, a,, a,, a...
-I want to go there! - through silent, choking tears
Filicius declared in a whisper. - I will give everything, I will do everything, just to
they let me in!
-Really?! - responded a malicious voice.
But the philosopher did not hear him. Its root has been depleted for the fifth time.
However, let us leave this sad spectacle for a moment and
Let's move behind the unfortunate and, by the way, very thin wall.
On a well-worn sofa, legs spread wide,
Martynia was lying. A profusely sweating
friend, drinking companion and lover, Makakych. Martynia
she looked lost and indifferently at the ceiling, not forgetting
akatb 69 times per minute. Makakych looked blankly at the wallpaper,
forgetting about the synchronously progressive movements of the hairy ass.
And even if I didn’t look, the difference would be small. All women
cheated on him in bed. Some out of habit, some out of fear
being found to be abnormal or losing Makakych. For a man no
nothing more humiliating and offensive when a woman
refuses emy or lies inbed. But Makakych, staying in
blissful ignorance not only didn’t understand all this, didn’t even
I guessed it.
One gets the impression that replacing someone from this
sweet couple on a creature from the distant depths of the universe, another
the individual will not actually feel anything and will not notice the difference. Yes
that we can safely replace it with something extraordinary.
What do these lovers know about fire? What do they know about
how to light this fire? Unlike Prometheus, their fate is not
steal the fire, just mix the smoking firebrands with the dirt.
Makakych did this because he was itching, and in general...
aka Makakych, a prominent man. Martynia felt nothing.
She never felt anything at all. Only pain and nausea.
She tolerated Makakych and his rotten smell from his mouth. He's the same
a prominent man, he has a car, a big den, a money job,
She won’t be lost with him.
A pathetic sight on both sides of the wall. Now let's go back to
Filicia.
-Bastards, bastards, bastards! - he whined exhaustedly. - Whole
They've been in love for an hour already, damn tractor-drivers! Sexual giants.
How long will this last?
-Yes yes! You are right Filicius..Filicius jumped in fear and fainted.
“Oh, these philosophers for me,” the uninvited man grimaced with concern.
a guest of suspicious appearance.
He picked up Filicius, carried him to the bed, and slapped him in the face. Without
result.
-They are all somehow thin-skinned, sensitive, like young ladies!
- he chuckled maliciously, emitting smoke rings from his mouth.
Filicius coughed and opened his eyes.
-Who are you?
-My name is Shane! Did you call?
-I?
-You!
-And what do you want?
-What do you want?! Don't be shy! - in a friendly way
The philosopher's guest tapped him on the shoulder. What wouldn't you do for a friend?
“I understand, you are this one,” Filicius scratched the back of his head, “the tempter!”
- Clever. Well, go ahead, philosopher, quickly, otherwise you know me,
a lot of these..
-Increasing needs of the population...uh...deteriorate the quality
service?
- Accurately! - the guest fidgeted impatiently. - Say what you want,
I will do everything!“So it’s like this...” the philosopher took a deep breath into his lungs, joyfully
anticipating the puppyish delight of being needed by at least someone. -
I want lots and lots of women, money, luck, health, power and
many, many women! This is the main thing!
-This is all? - the tempter raised an eyebrow.
“Well, yes..” the philosopher answered uncertainly. - Not enough women
requested? Can I have more?
-Enough! - Shane clapped his hands, looking thoughtfully
left, as if there was something there. - You want a lot!
-Yes, and you need quite a bit! - the philosopher boldly retorted.
-This is true. However, I have things to do... If I have time, I’ll come by
some other way. Let's sit, have a drink, talk. Contract with you
impossible to sign, but there is hope...
He said the word "hope" as if he meant "morgue."
-How is that? - in the philosopher's voice there were scandalous
intonation.
-And so: you are a free spirit, a poet of thought, a creator of ideas. No one
your free soul, other than yourself, of course, is NOT NEEDED. -
Shane said irritably. - Nowhere, no one, never. You are free
in spirit, you are free from everything and from human society in that
number. You will be alone forever. You're all lying about your desires,You flatter yourself with the hope that you can be like everyone else. You can't!
-But how...
-There is only demand for pyramid builders. - he said tiredly
the tempter seemed to have repeated the inapplicable truth for the millionth time. -
Available?
The philosopher dropped his head into his hands.
-Well, well. Don't be upset! Would you like some green wine? Due to
companies! - Shane held out a huge bottle. - Do you want me to tell you the password?
PHILICIJ_KAZEL_VONUCHIJ!
-Fuck you! - the philosopher squeezed out angrily.
-Bye! And.. Who knows, maybe see you soon?!
2.
Filicius drowned himself in vodka, that hellish liquid for
brains and passed out in utter unconsciousness right on the floor. That's it
there will be an embarrassment in the morning when the family finds him lying around
completely naked, in puddles of whitish liquid with a pungent odor.
He will survive, not for the first time. Everyone will pretend like nothing happened.
happened. And only aching pain that makes your eyes water,
will hide somewhere in the depths of consciousness and will be desperately sick,
covering his mouth with his hand. But Filicius will not feel it -
alcoholized brains feel little.
On the endlesslaboratory shelves of existence, will gather dust
glass container with tightly sealed gray substance named
Filicius. The only difference which will be those same
shameful pictures and mediocre articles/abstracts from
near-intellectual environment.
A cockroach crawled out of a crack in the wall. He froze, moved his mustache and
Shuryuya with all his paws moved towards the smell. On the way to the smell
There lay a creature with an indifferent expression on its face.
-There are all sorts of things lying around here! - the cockroach thought indignantly as it walked around
creature.
- Still a philosopher! There are only moldy crackers in the kitchen!
The creature made a gurgling sound, scratched its beard and threw back
hand, the chitinous shell was crushed with a delicious crunch.
In the dim light of the night, her wet eyes sparkled terribly.
Satisfied and self-confident fool Makakych, grunting peacefully,
he was sleeping, turning to the wall. “He’s sleeping,” thought Martynia and
I blew my nose. "It’s okay. Tomorrow I’ll ask him for money and buy
something stunning for yourself. Let the idiot neighbor go crazy at the sight
my outfit. Umnateht is fucked up. The main thing is to GET MARRIED SUCCESSFULLY
- consider life not lived in vain. And there you look, horns
I’ll instruct Makakych. Yes, at least with this bastard asshole!"
The fool doesn’t yet know that her husband will beat her.Then he will be born
the child and she will not sleep at night and change dirty diapers.
Then Makakych will beat her again. Then another one will be born again
child..
To copokobhuky, in the eyes of her husband she will cease to exist
as a woman and not only in the eyes of her husband. As a result, four children
husband-womanizer, big-tongued fat-assed girlfriends, children's weddings, grandchildren,
funeral, retirement, happy old age in a nursing home and
funeral.
A decent life in principle: having four children is
you know, there is a big buzz for the nation. To each his own and preferably
whichever is closer to the body. All the bolts and nuts in the machine of life have their own
appointment. Let them spin, driven by the energy of their illusions.
The world rests on them. Efficiency doesn't count.
Shane flew over the morning city and gloated with all his might
shouted and laughed:
-Stupid, empty-headed monkeys! Don't learn anything! Not to live
you know how! I feel sorry for you! Hehehehe. M-a-r-t-y-sh-k-i.
P.S. Some evil tongues sarcastically note that many scenes
from this thing were described with knowledge of the matter. In turn, the author
grins maliciously and speaks in the spirit that someone was
I was unpleasantly wounded by recognizing myself in this little verbiage
fun. Anycan be obtained on the basis of religion or sex. This
as easy as digging for worms in a pile of manure. But this
little things.
All people are the same: only the circumstances and
living conditions. The artist’s task is indecently simple: to highlight
ctytb differences, which is the face of this or that character.
Be it a murderous maniac, the president of a superpower, an ananist-philosopher
or toilet. So, speaking "with knowledge of the matter", individual
individuals recognize the modestly high level of the author. Thank you.
The ball of dung, often called the Earth, rests on a lie! Kick and
it will fall apart!
Try to always tell the truth and express everything without
secrets to neighbors; everything you think about them, about their wives and children.
Tell your beloved (“the only one”) about all your coitus
affairs! Very soon your best friends will become your worst friends
your enemies; wife (husband) will file for divorce (wives less often).
Tolerance is a lie: tell your non-Christian neighbor everything about him
think! Can you imagine what kind of action movie will start if
In the current state of affairs, will everyone suddenly become altruists?
This is of course a utopia. Yes, and this is not necessary. Everyone who doesn't want
to be bolts, no longer bolts or The device has been flattened and spat out
them.Sitting in Mukhosransk, this highest hill in the world
civilization and inhaling the environmentally friendly smell of manure, c
you feel with particular sensitivity: in any community
individuals (both in a lousy sect and in a powerful state), we need
only law-abiding zombies as material for manipulation
consciousness, for the “common good” of individual units.
Question: Can a zombie be happy?
Answer: maybe - if he doesn’t smell the smell of dead meat. And pus
will become honey, and urine will become wine.
Question: is there a meaning to life?
Answer: they don’t eat meaning, they have it.
Question: what if not?
Answer: he has.
Everyone who escaped from voluntary slavery freed
himself from the captivity of lies, (pulled the nails out of his hands and threw off the prickly
wire from the head; got rid of the TV; wiped off forehead
identifying signs of social/financial status)
worthy of respect. For there is nothing higher than personal freedom, not
poisoned by false symbols and slogans (which are always
deceitful).
Help yourself - help others if they want. At least
there will be some beer with someonedrink.
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