You Would Like So? - Have Gone To

You would like so? - Have gone to Libya! - I have agreed. - why you with me never speak about Anastass? - Because she dies. has become soft and long was silent. - she spoke to you about it? - Is not present, I know. She has turned away from me and has stood. Then shoulders it have started to shudder. I silently has nestled on it, . - Well why why, - on-woman's, crying, she has said, in any Libya it is possible, and at us it is impossible? - Have not ripened. - and when? When we will ripen?! - I do not know. - but after all to people everywhere it should be good! - Anastas will disagree on such life. - you to me will come? - After the long pause, the grown stiff voice she has asked. I have kept silent. More it has been told nothing. It was farewell night. At daybreak, when Alevtina lifelessly slept, I have risen, have put on, have kissed its motionless hand and have left to myself. There I was waited by the telegramme from Nasti and children. for work was not. She has called by phone and a deaf voice has asked of the permission not to be in office, as from it the affairs much connected with registration of departure.

The Shock This, Every Day Repeating, Has Come

The shock this, every day repeating, has come so far that its any thin mechanisms joyful and active sexualities have broken before. Has reached that it all less and less could reveal already emotionally even in the most convenient circumstances, even when we remained one, even in separate sanatorium number where we have lodged in the first of joint holidays. Something has broken in its psychology or in mentality, and this conflict in its consciousness created the terrifying, destructive dirty deed, being shown, of course, and in conflicts external. I will not begin to develop further this situation in all details; children have grown, we have left to Dmitry the one-room apartment when he married. I will tell here that in the term has arranged habitation of Lenochke, the daughter from Tomily when term has come to marry to it, and the first grandson was brought to me by it. I have bought to us two-room co-operative apartment (the blessing incomes then allowed), and then by a marriage of Svetochki have constructed apartment and to it.

And Egor, Ah, Egor. Its These Infinite Business

And Egor, ah, Egor. Its These infinite business trips, its these late returnings when he thinks that I already sleep and quietly lays down sideways not to disturb me. And its this heavy involuntary sigh when it fluctuates, whether to wake me, decides that is not present, it is not necessary. It is disconnected, at last, falls asleep, and I. In my soul all cries, all shouts, and I lie quietly, as if indeed - a log-log as if I can sleep when the long-awaited happiness falls. Yes, I will cry, I will whimper, , and it appears in the morning that has overslept that children has already lifted, has washed, Egor has fed, and I am declared in a dining room with eyes, when the sacred Trinity already gathers for an exit. What happens with me, with us? Those are really right who as if the happiness is rapid, as if everyday life quickly and inevitably clear lakes of our love? Yes I would reconcile to this ordinary wisdom if in my memory, in each section of my body there would not live that hot flame which burnt in me still more recently and suddenly have begun to fade.

I - About Your Private World, Out Of

I - about your private world, out of dialogue. With me you are not a riddle, here - all horror to what is simple and clear. With this woman (which in your apartment lives) - in my opinion, I too understand all. I can easily present you with other women. But here that you such out of dialogue, with itself, one? I forget to switch off gas, light, I leave at doors a key. But that is connected with you as I remember it! We went in an electric train, and I concern with a foot of your foot - at me and now this "electric" sensation, such memory - at a skin! I love you. I tell it now zha-alobno - prezha-and-alobno. My body grieves for any swords, , to bullets and even on ordinary to a knife. At me such impossible requirement to close itself - you! And, when I will weaken, I will fall at your feet (quite aesthetically), you will upraise upwards hands (as you to us told about Dzhune) and will exclaim: - My God! What for you have taken away it from me! Whom I have lost! - here then you will understand! Yes will be late.