21.00
An apartment conceived as a nest, but resembling a den. Doorbell.
– Hello. You look good, ”he said, opening,“ I missed.
And thought: « no. I will not entrust both trucks Stepanych. Began to turn, the bitch cat … »
“Thank you,” she said, taking off her cloak, “and you have a tired look. Something happened?
And I thought: « do not forget to drop into the pharmacy on duty later. Aspirin, Validol and these …How are their … »
– It happened. My pussy was late for five minutes – and the world began to roll to one side, ”he said, taking out a bottle of wine,“ another seven minutes, and would have become one « Titanic »more …
« And to whom, except Stepanych?.. Alien is scary, among his own he is the best … »
– Sorry, a cat …-she said, climbing into a chair, with her feet,-I have a business woman …
« What are these tablets called?.. We must call mom, ask again … »
– Ask for forgiveness on your knees, a slave, is destined to …- he purred, pouring full glasses, – but before …Here …Your wine …
« And to talk with Stepanych behind a bottle of vodka, to fill the face in a friendly manner, not much, maybe, and will be corrected …It is decided. Tomorrow …So that the goods do not stand … »
“Ah, sovereign,” she faded her hands funny, “and without the wine the soul of repentance is full of …
« Mom has completely pasted something. We must return early today …And tomorrow I will have a lot of her on normal doctors, enough in the clinic to be disgraced … »
– And yet – drink for a start. And then let’s proceed to repentant procedures, – he gave her a personal example, draining his glass with two sips.
« rubbing wine …And the girl is good …And Stepanych is a bitch cat, tomorrow I will deal with him »
– For you, cat …Grow large …- She also drank in one gulp and lit a cigarette, waiting for intoxication, like trains in the subway, in order to exalt on the bench before the final.
« Sweet wine, ugh …How many times did he tell him that I do not like this!»
– More? – He reached for a bottle.
« We are quietly sitting. It is necessary to put the music … »
– Certainly cute. You know how sweet I love! – She took a glass in a hand -free hand and alternated useless with unpleasant, smiling.
« And the cat seems to be really tired …In vain arrived …And did not drop in the pharmacy … »
22.thirty
The whole entrance, from a guard on the ground floor to a cleaning lady in the attic, is listening to Harry Mura. Our heroes finished the second bottle of wine and are just tired of dancing.
“Well, well,” he said, sitting down in a chair, “the time of repentance came …
And I thought: « I hope that today it will not bite … »
“I’m ready, my lord,” she knelt down in the pose of a repentant sinner. And even folded her palms in a completely decent way. Only a piece of living dough, which she began to roll out, was from another opera.
« in the forest was born …Christmas tree …In the forest she …grew …grew …So …So … »
“Eat me,” he smiled. – So, it seems, the pie said?
« you need to make the music quieter …Interferes … »
– Yes. Just understand which side is diminutive, and which is a magnifying …- She licked him « Pies », more like a mushroom, first from one, then from the other side of the hat …
« it’s time to get a cut. Tired of spitting from my own hair … »
– no matter what side is licking – will increase …Whatever bite – it will decrease …, – he muttered with a sewing voice …
« Lord, what vulgarity …Muck …rubbish …The daughter’s favorite fairy tale … »
22.45
Fuss on the floor in pitch silence.
– dear, my dear …He whispered, squinting from the light at the end of the tunnel, according to which he led his mole …
And I thought: « dear, my dear … »
– dear, my dear …- she answered, oozing a sweet birch bark around his trunk …
And I thought: « dear, my dear … »
23.15
A glass of wine « on the staff », just like that, silence. You can hear the guard on the ground floor fucks with a cleaner under Harry Moore.
Brownie, conceived, like a chick, looks from under the sofa with yellow wolf eyes.
– I feel good with you …He whispered. – You will come tomorrow?
And I thought: « although, to hell, tomorrow …Stepanych should deal with … »
– Will try. – she said. – I’ll call you back in the afternoon. I am also very, very good with you …
And I thought: «. I will run into the pharmacy tomorrow morning, before work …Do not forget to call here during the day and say that I can’t … »
“Khrummm,” said the sofa.
And I thought nothing.
« when they calm down, finally?..»- thought the brownie.
And said nothing.
© Mr. Kiss, one hundred fragments of one feeling, 1998-1999.
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