And I Have Noticed Any Indifferent, Egor's Thrown

And I have noticed any indifferent, Egor's thrown on the hanging belly of mine the fleeting glimpse, and have suddenly seen Oleg his eyes: still young, but already swum away a fat, hiding behind the loud laughter and an active razzle-dazzle internal uncertainty. And as in inspiration in a flash at me has communicated together hundred imperceptible strokes, and I have understood authentically that it said lies to me recently about the office trip: Anywhere it did not go, and veins these days at Diana from whom like accidentally it would appear now nearby a feast, but this understanding at all has not touched me, though before that I was surprised to its flashed, any victorious sight thrown from under eyelids on me. And in my soul by itself the big-big question was born: and what for to me, as a matter of fact, Oleg?. So its destiny though, of course, to the similar decision I went gradually all last years has been at once defined also. It was simple to me there is nobody it to compare: as a matter of fact, between it and husbands of my girlfriends I simply did not observe special distinctions (including in bed).