Erotic etude 17

Moscow, July 9, 1998, a summer cafe on Arbat Street. Unceasing rustling steps, a cocktail of odors, noise hundred votes.
16 hours, 17 minutes, the first glass of brandy (singed, disgusting taste and shamelessly expensive).

- Yes, sir. Well, what are you staring? Do not you see - we are re ... Ok, passed, and dick with it. Girls! And here's a place we should not have been ... Too ... Well ... Catch it in-the citizeness, she hurries to an interesting place ...
(View necessarily rests on standing in front of a kiosk with T-shirts, dolls and other, sorry, garbage. Maybe you have to do there is another definition.
I do not have.)
- That type of undying! Hello, fartsa evergreen as tunes by Cole Porter. What? It is a long way from the license at the Abba polidorovskoy "Soviet Composer" before the tray on which you spread someone's grandfather's medals? .. is long, I know ... As the alarm clock in the morning ... How to yawn in the middle of that beloved affection that you love so much, and that is executed with the help of the lips .. .
And here is the clientele! .. Oh, Fat-show! Hey, fat woman! From firewood? Bundes? It seems like ... These assholes are not collectible grow scarce nivah central prichernozemya ... Well, Zdorovenki buly, takskat, Guten abent, abortion sacrifices made by Greenpeace emancipation from Uncle ... Do not you looked at these T-shirts, all the same one of them you do not nalezet ... So, to plug holes in the holds of your monthly Titanic ...
And what's that? Aha! Tourists local flood! It is possible, I will not look at you? Can? Yes? Thank you ... Do not look ... However, the one that left, cute twitches left buttock ... It is clearly not satisfied with walks along the Arbat, and in the night, vainly wandering the corridors of the hotel in search of sprightly gigolo, back to square one on its hrapyaschiya volosatyya circles ...
Who's next? ... Model? ... What model? Man? Individuals? Women? Here you do not rush, swim slowly, you'll cuss I especially long ... That's what you're like, acting Girl with paddle 1970 sample (just on the wax figures of your papa looked lilac in the parks, leaning against the vessel innocent of sin, which was lying all the garbage of your current existence, packed in 4-8-12-etc . cells) ... Now you're a big girl, I learned to count on fools gold field and become the first rank as a milkmaid in the barns where the mooing from England ... that's right ... the main thing - to look after themselves, to forbid God, no one realized that you - only human model, and not a man ... it - a tooth-ki, lip-ki, a knife-ki, breast-ki, ki-eye, and everything now ... and track in the groin, shorn stenciled toothbrush ... Everything is in place ... Well, swim, swim ... Perhaps not potonesh ... I do not want ...
Family ... Come on, do not delay, you still need to have time in the zoo ... Mom, do not look at her daughter, she would ever grow old, too, and both of you will take up jealously granddaughter zasmotrevshis a street musician ... OH- do not grow old ... We have. m. - charmed ...
Here own audience ... hippies and punks ... Hip-hop or whatever your drink ... For what, guys? Correctly. For this, and I'm with you ... And inflated fence between us - garbage, is not it? Though it was built ten years ... a Jump on top of the bottle - a trifling matter ...
Priest ... Hardworking ... New ... An old woman under an umbrella ... What, pushes the sky, then? I understand ... Homeless, drunkards, sagebrush-grass ...
And here she ...
Somebody bring me an ashtray ?!


There, 17 hours 21 minutes, the ninth glass of brandy (in general, anything, if in the palm warm up properly and do not breathe through the nose, when you drink).

- Well, that fartsa miserable? Sold the same shirt ... Well, thank God ... Another half an hour - and you can go home to heifer under the belly. Yes, I know that she - a woman really cool, just frayed through the roof - and pretend to be necessary, and to roll in the evening, and go to be aired in a decent place. All I know ... Do not be angry ... Everyone is spinning like a squirrel, and the wheels - to whom the fate of a draw, and in a cool ... I would have bought a matryoshka you own - just to build it, with offspring on the shelf and in-dash ... no money ...
And, that's Phat show keyming back ... Hello, tolstomyasye! What to write to you on the first day of kisses? Really, it is worth ... ... Both immediately tore shorts Headers hills and cling to the roots ... And after all, I suppose, zatryasutsya abyss bodily passion negrinpisovskoy ... And then enter, pushed aside the surplus flesh, the holy of holies and push there, as in the tram, shifting from one mound to mound ... And to both cried, all at once or one by one, to zemlyatreseniyupodobnodrozhalamebelusosedeyigansizmyunhenskoypivnushkiuterzavistlivousy ...
And here is the Pani of Zazhopinskih Settlement, is uneven, falling to the gentleman, instinctively stroking his most powerful place ... strong place sways, have long been afraid to flush out an involuntary whisperers itself dryish butterfly pannochkinoy handle ... Throughout see that the peace treaty already concluded, and do not get caught on the road quick captain, completed the signing of the act of surrender under the partially awake snoring flesh ...
Ah, there you are, modelka ... You do not be angry at me for having uttered ... I know you're in no way to blame ... You did this, needful ... be crumpled, ispohabit, glued on new - and let's eat ... fuck ... fuck ... I know you cried recently in Kodak, when coupled with the blue boy buried in the abyss of my childhood ... and then swallowing, like a boa constrictor, this huge, smelling hell -You know-what, nonnative piece of the flesh of the enemy ... and then drank Martini, looking out the window at dawn, easily get lost in the treetops ... poor rich girl ...
Family ... Why you are not in a zoo? .. But ... What am I saying? All of us here - in a zoo ... What are your wonderful children! Do not let them grow up in such as we are with you ...
Party people, do not pass by. Another one? Easily. And yet? And yet? No, this chord you take the wrong ... Look, here it is necessary to put the little finger on the third fret, then it sounds delicious ...
Priest ... Hardworking ... New ... An old woman under an umbrella ... Homeless, drunkards, sagebrush-grass ...
And here she comes back ... ...
Somebody give me, finally, the ashtray or not? ..


There, exactly 19 hours, the last shot of vodka.

And where, in general, everything?
Dresses, skirts, shorts, shoes, umbrellas, T-shirts, jackets, shoes, pants, hats ... And more ... Cameras, camcorders, cell phones, glasses, cigarettes, money, money, money ... Who brought it here so much items? Why are they moving? And what happened to the people? Hey! People!
People! Where did you hide it? I'm waiting for it for so many hours ... months ... years ... She was just here! Which one of you stole it? You, white vest? Or do you, a gray tie? Give it to me, she - not yours. She is mine, and will never draw more ... Even if ... Even if the draw ...
It hurts ... I die of love! Have you ever, Miss skirt? And you, Mr. Family-pants from under-Shirts? Sometimes you die for love? In the eyes can see, there is no ...
I only want it. I still have time to forgive and love you all, just give it to me! ..
And who be, damn, I will finally ashtray?! ...
© Mr. Kiss, one hundred fragments of feelings, 1998-1999

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