Pain - Cold autumn morning.

Pain

  Cold autumn morning. In one of the transoms
My window is missing glass. It pulls from there
cold. Often a draft blows into my
halobudin and throws me a “celebration of
statitis". Well, yes, I'm already used to it... Prostatitis,
I think, too...
 Having opened the blanket so as to see through
When the time on the clock clicks, I jerk it away
I throw off the blanket - nine in the morning. Today is Sunday
Yesenday and should come at nine thirty
SHE! I wait for her every Sunday. Sometimes I
I wake up and she quietly comes into my room -
natu. Then I wake up under the caress of her te-
bad hands Most of all I love it like this
wake up next to her... Then we drink
coffee that I make myself. She likes it
its taste (the secret is in mineral water, which
I guess I add a little to the already prepared coffee)
I don’t know why, but it was after coffee that we
We start making love. Sometimes this mo-
ment is missed for various reasons, although
this is precisely the purpose of her coming. After that we
We lie hugging next to each other for a long time... She jokes,
that all my cavities coincide with her vy-
bulges. And apparently this is true, because
It's like we're merging. Sometimes we even fall asleep
we share. An amazing state of calm and
peace. I don't want anything. Just like that
lie hugging. Then with a sigh we stood up
Let's eat and get dressed. I'm going to see her off. We're going to
subway huddled together in the very yes-
I'm in the corner of the carriage. I'll walk her home
but no further... II hate her house and even
its quiet courtyard in the very center of the city. Year
lived in it - the darkest year in my
life... Therefore, we say goodbye near the entrance
zda. She kisses me and leaves. I'm slow
I wander to the "Central" and buy beer. Himself
I don’t know why.. And moreover, why did I suddenly
I become wildly angry... And then a week then-
skis and expectations.
 Expectations of meeting one's own wife
Noah, with whom I am in love like the last mother
little boy. And with whom I cannot be together
only because her family rejected me
like trash. No matter what. Not ours
love, not for our daughter, whom I don’t see
for several months now. These people see
life and the meaning of life are only in money. And I
a poor fellow who has been waiting for too long
was underfoot...
 But today is Sunday. And all this will happen
later. And now I quickly get dressed, tuck in
I make the bed and wash myself. I won't drink coffee
I’ll wait for her.. All the preparations are barely finished.
They are chilling - I hear a knock on the door. Like crazy-
I rush downstairs to open it - I COME!
 And then... Like spit... On the threshold She
and... I silently greet the short squirrel-
ry guy... How did they decide to do this?!
Her eyes are full of fear, she always bores me
happens in difficult situations - how do I behave?
leading?.. Having collected all my acting skills -
the qualities generously given to me by nature, stretching
I give a friendly smile and cheerfully present
I propose to go up “to my birdhouse.” guy
gives it to herhand - staircase leading to me
very cool... I suggest you drink coffee, no
stopping smiling. Due to its feminine
natural stupidity she really began to
wants to believe that I am friendly
but... She also begins to smile, saying
to the guy about my famous coffee. I'm between de-
I'm joking about the fact that my boyfriend and I
not familiar. He introduces himself. Name span-
falls on deaf ears - the nervous tension is so
It's great that I'm ready to lose consciousness...
 The coffee is ready. Burning my throat I drink it hugely
with great sips... I would like some valerian now.
I look at him carefully, letting him know
that I’m now ready to listen... I must give
it goes without saying that he is not a coward. Although the coffee is being grabbed
I'm beer... The poor guy is getting lost...
 He finally gathers his strength and tries
lay out the essence of your visit.. Something very
confused and confused. I listen with half an ear,
looking at Her. She looks at the floor - she is afraid.
“He took me away, you bastard...” - pain flashes through my brain.
He took me away... When did I have time?.. It was all good -
sho. So she was lying. She lied! But how could she?
All this time... I believed her!.. Bitch...
 - You yourself understand your financial concerns.
possibilities...
 You bastard, you should rip your throat out for such
words. Do you really have the financial ability?
tey" immeasurably... I nod my head in agreement.
 - And I won’t mind your walks at all -
ok with the child. I understand...
 Can it really grab you by the throat? I
I close my eyes... I open them again and see Her
fear. Yeah!Did you feel it?! Well, don't fight -
Xia... I will continue to play the sucker.. For the sake of
you...
 - Well, in general, like this.. - Finally finished
he his confused tirade.
 I pretend to gather my thoughts. Long
I look out the window with a smart look, trying to
contain. I'm having a hard time finding words.
 - Apparently you're right... So really bu-
children are better for everyone.. I hope you will be for-
take care of my daughter...
 - What are we talking about!.. - The guy breaks through, he’s already
not to be afraid of anything and will begin to assure me of
that everything will be very good... This is for me
begins to resemble bargaining. Apparently he's the same
assures his clients in the office - "Order
will be carried out at the highest level"...
Well done. Moderately stupid, moderately clever... How
once for Her.
 “Well,” I cut him off, “in this
In this case, I consider the conversation to be over...
 Anxious getting ready, dressing... Long tr-
Yaska hands... “You’re great! Let’s be friends”
and other crap... I take her aside...
 - Sorry... - Convey the expression in words
Her eyes are impossible... Trying to hug me
and kiss. I'm pulling away...
 Goodbye... Thanks for the good lesson. Remember-
I will be there all my life... Thank you...
 Then loneliness... A mountain of empty bottles,
drunken tears... Nonsense...
 What else can I say? Take off your hats
gentlemen! The world works like this... A world that,
As you know, nothing can save...

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