What Gives To Us? The New Printing Technics

What gives to us? The new printing technics which it for it will put us. Silence was established. I with interest translated eyes from one person on another. - Gallantly, the chief, - has efficiently informed Alevtina. - Really, it is pleasant to live, when your regular general also the real generator, capable to give out new ideas. - gallantly, the economist, - has answered I to it the same way, it is healthy, when your right hand supports your head that it was not knocked about a table. And as any initiative is punishable, I offer you after an exchange of these compliments to present me feasibility reports on the marked project and calculations for the future letter. A date of performance - week. All are free. Removed chairs have roared, all have started to disperse. - when it will be possible to come? - Has asked Alevtina Sergeevna. - By the end of day, please. I remained one, have locked a door and have opened its letter - not the letter, and a stream love volcanic lavas! Till the end of a lunch break I went on the office as a tiger in a cage, clearness in my distraught soul did not increase.

And I Look At It And I Think:

And I look at it and I think: the aunt nice you, clever and kind, but after all your drooped you ten did not change years a dress: soft and convenient, and it is fine, you believe. And your tummy for these ten years, excuse, became the drooped belly so a dress it, before free breed now fits it in a grasp. And your breasts for the same years have decreased and have drooped - so-so, lie small folds on the big belly. And a teeth, especially forward as once for a long time, and you are afraid to address more than execution to the stomatologist. And if still to add liquid, the hair of uncertain colour somehow combed by a small knot also your portrait one to one will be similar to a mortal sin! And it still such good luck that the Cornflower indulges her though occasionally - on an old habit and its primary love, but after all is very fast at it on you, forgive, will not rise, and guilty except you anybody in that will not be! The aunt you, the aunt, I think: After all you should become the best medicine for increase your Cornflower in yours (instead of the stranger) to bed.

So Why All It Stalos-has Happened, Why? Why?!

So why all it stalos-has happened, why? Why?! Why?!! Any damned fate hung over me: whether a malefice, whether a paternoster, whether slander. After all all it already was, was! Start up not those sizes, but was! As quickly became once at us with Ippolitom, and after all first it was really sincerely is ignited by me. And anybody other, except me most, in that was not guilty. And Oleg? After all I was for it the unattainable sample of the woman, the goddess but to what all has come and quickly enough? To its trite bed (fie-fie, I do not wish and to recollect its passions, the girlfriends , my "comforters", stupid , other word I will not pick up). And besides the fault was only my and nobody's more! What it for a damnation on me such, what for misfortune?! Yes, I would like to live, to rejoice, love still, especially now when I know, what this such, but, maybe, above yourself you will not jump? Perhaps, to reconcile? The third time is given to me this sign: can be, should me get mind and comprehend sense of triple instructions of a finger Divine? On that and to be consoled, yes all to a shower my guilty, all would be desirable it to rejoice lives in all breadth, already once the experienced.