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SEX IN THE BIG COUNTRY

 

"And why also is not present?..."
(Wisdom of national sexopathologists)

 

"... When I hear from girlfriends, that" we live in the world of men ", I only sarcastically smile in the answer and silently I nod a head. During this moment it is impossible to understand, I agree or not, and it is excellent tactics as it is necessary to agree with the woman always, but to do all in own way...

If many women repeat, that live in the world of men only because, they like this statement, and they wish to believe in it. Actually, this world "is weaved" from the trifles invented by women in impulses of passion, a hysterics or in care and alarm attacks... "

 

These lines are taken from history which I have devoted to one of the men, once mattering in my life... In total it has turned out seven histories: it is not enough for a life нимфетки and much for a life "a dark blue stocking". But I carry myself to a category of the most usual Russian women with which it is not obligatory to agree...

By the way, the idea to write similar "masterpiece" to me was submitted by the woman. And I, for the first time in a life, with it have agreed … Till now I do not understand, that from this left...

 

P.S.: all names and, described here, histories, original. I wish pleasant reading!

 

Always yours,
Larissa Moskaleva

 

 

History the first

 

"Blissful spirit - beggars"
(So реалистичнее)

 

 

When to you 21 year, apparently, that you are very wise and know all about this life (probably because from this age all goes on decreasing and by 25th years you realise, that you are an absolute fool and there is nothing you do not understand...).
Anyway, at me the similar vital trajectory was observed. And then, in peak of my "wisdom" I studied on a third year of university, the third on a rating among HIGH SCHOOLS of Russia. Whether it is necessary to add, that for three years of students, you will involuntarily feel a wise man when your everyday affairs supplement every day acquaintances to educators of the foreign and Russian literature, laws macro-and micro-economics, ancient philosophers and young students...
But Henry was not any "newly made" acquaintance. We studied together with the first a course, and, it appears, for three years so anything and did not know about each other (here it - exposure of "wisdom" of a youth!)

Joint process of cognition has occurred at us promptly and not without collective. Namely, that night on a sofa near to us snuffled three more...
I do not understand till now, why the subsequent to that night - year of a life with Henry, surrounded with set of problems, external disorders and, eventually, student's poverty, is recollected to me today by the most beautiful and romantic piece of a life...?

 

Troubles fell down further on us, in abundance. I also did not suspect, that Henry at that time lived with the girl, which has appeared the pregnant woman from it what to live three together in one-room apartment - closely, what to hand over offsets and examinations at university it is necessary in time...
But we were absolute, blind and blissful romanticists and consequently questions set to themselves absolutely others...
I thought that to Henry of only 19 years (absolutely the youth!), and me 21 year (the woman, grown wise a wide experience!), that this world is not ideal, and that Petrarka madly loved the Лауру...
Henry was excited with my relation to its verses and other masterpieces, and also a smell of its cologne and that the huge Moon from the night sky leaves absolutely small in photos... Him excited as well certain other things, which I by naivety (or wisdom?) wrote off on refinement of its nature.
Henry terribly liked to change clothes in female dresses, and I and my girlfriend Xenia from whom we in common rented apartment, did not know problems with a make-up, hairdresses and manicure. Every evening Henry arranged to us small "фэшион", practising on our persons, nails and hair... In turn, he asked about services of visagistes and us. Quite often in such kind: with big chunks of the hulk on eyelashes and my long pink coat, Henry went to shop behind beer, surprising saleswomen and buyers heavy man's boots of 43 sizes...
It is easy to guess, that through any time in our apartment the nice young fellow with the decoloured hair and soft movements began to appear...
About that Henry - "би" (if to consider, that our novel then proceeded...), I have learnt, how it always happens, last...
There was a hot July in this connection, it was observed usual for this time, a picture: the campus has almost become empty, beaches have been overflowed, and in houses there was no hot water... The Problem "where to be washed" I solved in our case of journalists in which cellar recently have started to build a shower and a sauna. However, it was necessary to take this shower after 12 nights when any vigilant supply manager had dreams about flanks of an enamel paint and cement bags...

 

That day Henry did not appear houses and when has passed for 11 evenings, I have decided to go to the case to be washed... It was after the arrival found out, that this idea has come not only to my head, I have occupied turn in a shower and red-haired Asya from "recruits" (as we named абитуру) has appeared my "partner".

We have got to a shower minutes through fifteen. Us as it is necessary, have closed outside on the big padlock and have advised to wash faster, respecting sequence...
I have become enraged мылила a body, having a presentiment, that the following shower I will accept not soon, and here, at the height of pleasure - the bulb under a ceiling has gone out!
- Switch off water! - Asya in darkness has shouted. Is supply manager Galust Azatovich with check it was dragged! Me warned, when light dies away, that we sat silently, as mice...
- I know... - I have muttered and began to grope in impenetrable darkness gates of cranes. In full silence and darkness we have groped each other, that not зашибить on a place (Asya, all the same, was time in three less me...) and, having defined in space, we have started wandering in not completed booth of a sauna.
- All. Have come. I feel wooden walls. - Asya has whispered.
- And I feel underfoot a mattress and a blanket. What fool has guessed here to sleep, above full empty audiences! - I have told in the answer.
- Yes it is Henry from a third year with the Max here love are engaged. You know them?
- What Henry? - I have mechanically asked, understanding, that the person with such name among students-journalists - one.
- Well from a third year, nice such brunette... And Max from Polytechnic University...

If Asya could see my eyes during that moment!
But, when light was lighted again, I was quiet. Even too. Asya has heard more from me a word, and stone expression of my person has definitively discouraged it to chat about a hard student's life...
Smelling sweet as cheap shampoo, I have risen in an angular audience where, according to Asya, at present were Henry and Max. I yet did not know, that I will speak...
- Greetings... - Max has perplexedly stretched, having seen me. Henry, probably, has lost speech gift...
- Give beer... - I have told. To me have stretched a bottle of brown glass. Max has looked at us from Henry and on-dzhentelmenski has left.
- I wished to tell for a long time...
- I throw you, not because you sleep with Max. - words took off from me automatically, it seemed to me, that my brain is not present at all at process of thinking and that for me somebody speaks another.
- I do not wish to be with you because you to me change. And with whom, the man or the woman, for me it is not important!
Henry was silent.
- Things you will take away tomorrow.
I have risen from a school desk to leave.
- Max itself asked to acquaint with you... He wished to see you, to learn... It - our general friend... And all...
- Live with Max as want! Behind things you will arrive one!
Next day they have arrived both. Henry has gone to a bathroom behind a tooth-brush and has scratched the razor on the hand my name. I have mercilessly scattered on bleeding letters cologne, was then locked in a toilet and silently cried.
Henry shouted at all apartment: "If I had money, I would buy to it yellow roses"!
But money at it was not, cologne burnt a skin, and Max efficiently jingled on kitchen an iron mug and Henry's plate, packing all with Petrarka's small volume in the big bag...
Лаура sobbed in a toilet and romantic dreams were washed off with its each tear in the big toilet bowl of the ordinary...

 

P.S.: there have passed 6 years... Recently the Destiny has acquainted me with certain Настей which works with Henry today in one edition. Настя examined my old picture albums and very much was surprised, having seen on a photo me and Henry together.
- Strange... - she has told. - it the absolute gay person... I thought, he about women and does not know anything...
And a week later she has written to me, that has told to Henry about a meeting with me. Henry admitted to it, that very much would like to meet me again.
No", - I wrote to the answer the Ice crust." What for to destroy a beautiful fairy tale of memory? Romanticists we already never will be... "

 

 

4.04.03