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The author: Larissa Moskaleva

SEX IN THE BIG COUNTRY

 

History the third

 

"We always in the answer for those whom have tamed..."
(S.Ekzjuperi on behalf of all women...)

 

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.
Simple example: I go to shop, hospital, school, a museum, restaurant... Everywhere women - they serve, shorthand, bring up, state, listen... I go on reception to the important and business boss-man. I have lovely smiled, have corrected hair, and the world again comes back to the habitual place, that is under a female heel...
And on bases of histories about female friendship - show business of all world and TV of Brazil have scraped up for a long time to itself a considerable fortune... What to speak about the men, meeting to us in a usual life which cannot often get out of the confused networks of female friendship... (Especially if to consider, when Networks one, and are placed by both girlfriends...)

 

In my memoirs on Vladimir simultaneously and continuously the shade of memoirs and on my girlfriend Elena looms... Poor Vovka! He and has not managed then to get out of our Network...
That evening we had an occasion to drink and have a snack. Now I already, the truth, do not remember, which occasion but when we were filled up in eleven evenings in club "Millennium", the people round us rejoiced not less and, in general, everywhere there was a spirit of the big holiday... Free little tables was not... Even it was necessary to take high stools from a bar rack storm. Lena has there and then occupied an active position (however, it it is its usual vital position) and occupied one of stools.
- Get here! - she has told. - Somehow we will go in on one chair!
Having defined in space, it wanted beer. But barmen hardly had time to fill another's mugs and to our greetings did not react. Lena has started to operate again actively. It has jumped off from a stool and has started to squeeze to the most overflowed place at a rack where there was a crane with beer and, accordingly, the barman.
- The young man! - Elena's sonorous voice cut the loud rumble standing in a hall because of a large quantity of the present.
- You would pass the girl! You think, I will jump over you?! Well, look, you such big, and I such fragile and small!
Minutes through ten Lena has returned with beer and by that the young man who has appeared, really, inspiring growth and the size.
- Get acquainted, he is Vovka! - Lena was obviously happy with the fast decision of problems which arise at many girls when they come to club without men.
- It very brought up and as the present gentleman, concedes us the stool! However, Vova?!
Vova has nodded.
- And still he to us has bought beer and pistachios!
Vova has confusedly smiled.
- Larissa - has told I and was pulled to the new acquaintance behind the mug of beer.
It is necessary to note, the mood at me for not clear reasons for some reason promptly spoilt, but was even worse from comprehension, that as at any normal woman, this bad mood will inevitably lead to a hysterics or scandal. By the way, Vova was here absolutely at anything, the thunder-storm has started to be condensed even earlier.
- Very pleasantly - Vova has told and again has smiled. I have ignored its smile and have turned away.
- Володя! We will go to dance! - Lena has exclaimed, has seized the guy by a hand and has dragged to a dancing, not paying attention on its vain protesting телодвижения.
Evening proceeded. I have lost count for a long time - how many mugs with beer we have drunk. Condensed thunderclouds in my soul have vanished, but I continued to hold "mark" of unapproachable and not so sociable lady (however if I did not feel, that it is necessary, I immediately would start to play other role...)
The result of my actor's impromptu was shaking.
- Know, Larissa... - braided language, and, not hiding the gushed feelings, Vladimir has whispered to me on an ear.
- You such... At you such quiet, beautiful voice... You are a tsarina!

 

In the morning we have woken up three together, in clothes, on one sofa in my apartment and looked at all royally...
- Where I? - Vladimir has poorly stretched, looking back on the parties.
- About, my head! It now will burst!
- Will not burst... - Lena has muttered with left to a side
- If you go on kitchen, will open a refrigerator and will get all beer... - I have added on the right side.
Vladimir retired from apartment during a half an hour. Fifteen minutes from this time it stood in doors and was justified in nonexistent sins.
- All is normal - I have thrown a short phrase, and Vladimir has instantly calmed down.
- I am possible for you I will call? - He has asked
- Yes.
At the following meeting I have understood at once, why Vladimir is drawn by laconic and clever representatives of an opposite sex. In all the lack of its dialogue with the world of the woman was felt...
As a result, it is imperceptible even for itself, I turned to the careful teacher and the mistress simultaneously. Our joint life reminded a clean landscape of an English garden. Accurate lawns and a bush from which the gardener has cut out desirable forms and figures... In the Evenings we discussed day cares, laid on a sofa, пялились in the TV and stroked Egor's fluffy cat - the invariable companion and friend Vova dividing with it a student's room in a hostel... Egor liked my apartment and my tender, caring hands. All it was pleasant to Vova even more...

 

But somehow on a threshold of my apartment again there was Lena. I have noticed at once, that it celebrates till now any holiday and does not think to change the active vital position. That in my new, accurate garden of a life violets started to blossom, she at all did not suspect.
- Greetings, the girlfriend! Accept my embraces and here this beer! - she wished to tell, apparently, something else, but figure which has unexpectedly appeared behind my back of Vova has obviously interrupted a course of its thoughts.
- Oh, Vova... - she has perplexedly stretched. - you still here... Oh, a seal... The Seal, pussycats-pussycats!
Fluffy Egor has sneezed in the answer перегарному to a cloud and has hastened to hide under a sofa.
- I look here at you all in a family way... - Lena spoke, sitting for a kitchen table and spilling beer in pure, brilliant glasses.
In half an hour she has sent Vova in a room to Egor to watch TV and has with insult whispered to me in the person:
- Lorca! You understand, that рафинадная the life very soon will get you! Or you do not understand?! - it has leant back back and has looked at me from distance of all table.
- Or I am not necessary to you any more? And tell: walk from here, the girlfriend! You are not necessary to me, an old galosh and the alcoholic!
Even minutes through ten Lena sobbed at me on a shoulder, asking it is not known for what pardons and simultaneously declaring, that our friendship - has ended. If it is fair, I too would like to cry...
Lena remained to spend the night at us and slept on a mattress, near the TV. Dissatisfied Egor all night long hid to Vova, under a pillow... In the Morning Lena has left for work, and I have seriously become thoughtful over ours with it kitchen conversation...
What waits for us further in relations with Vladimir? I felt, that that very cosy feels under my reliable umbrella of care and understanding.
"Really so will be always"? - I thought. "The thirty-year man who hides a head in a female skirt and is afraid of any conflicts is of what I always dreamt? It seems to me, no... I demand a life holiday!!!"

 

The life holiday has come a week later. In that morning Vladimir has gone to institute to defend the diploma, and during the lunchtime to me on a pager the message has come: "Wait by the evening, I with одногруппниками wash the diploma. Your Vova".
In the evening, it, really, has come. More precisely, приплелся. In a condition of SIMILAR alcoholic intoxication I saw its first time in a life. He could not even speak, only silently chewed obligingly offered hen with rice, thus having forgotten about spoon and plate existence...
- I will go, I will lie down... - Vova at last has said and has slowly spread from kitchen to a sofa.
"All!" - I thought, pulling a smart skirt. "Eventually I too have the right to drink!" And I have gone to Elena...
- You know... - has told Ленка, having listened to my angry monologue. - I always knew, that you will throw it... Vova - the mother's sonny, and a silent life and boring sex on days off, not for you...
- Yes... - I have poured to myself still beer. - I was bothered for a long time already with a role of the teacher in time changing вовочкины слюнявчики...
- And I! I! - has exclaimed Ленка, - If you knew, how I was jealous you of this fat man! But I always hoped and knew, that once you will arrive to me and will tell: "Greetings, Ленка! I was not right!"
- You the real friend, Ленка! - I have added. - unless it is possible to exchange our present female friendship for any boring novel!
That evening I and Elena lifted glasses only for female friendship and female mutual understanding!

 

 

15.07.03