Monday, February 25, 2008

And Though I Never Met Envelopes Of Such

And though I never met envelopes of such format earlier, the consciousness has immediately prompted to me: "Alevtina?." I Thoughtfully twirled a package, to tell the truth, fearing it to open: again in-all I has felt heart. What here for a new boundary? Its request for dismissal? And how it? And how we?. Its accusatory verdict? Very much it is great. Offers on firm affairs? Why are not signed?. Eyes fear, and hands do: took a knife for a paper and an envelope back. Has taken out from it. A pack from many letters which have been spread out on dates. Time, two, three-ten! Ten letters, filled small its handwriting. The first of them bears date of annual prescription. The Last - yesterday's. I have risen, have reached a window. The entrance group left employees. Among them falling sideways, limping Alevtina moved also. And again my heart was pierced with a thin ruthless needle of pity to this so clever, so beautiful woman of blossoming years with such not set destiny. And at once having guessed my shrill message, Alevtina has instantly thrown up and has turned a head towards my window.

Well To Me - To Cross, Whether That,

Well to me - to cross, whether that, these seconds? So it very often happens. All time to be christened successively, whether that? About it I lift revolt by the ship, I am pulled out on a deck, I climb on a mast and I lift a black flag! And on it on the one hand it is written: "I Love Egor ", and with another - the same. I a little there still will sit, I will shout, I will unburden the heart, all right? To me - in the sea - it is always recollected - children's, : I do not trust , neither an old age, Nor a cry, neither groan, nor a decay! The wind has got confused in a sail, - waves have muffled in foam! And we - on a wave will rock, we will look: that will be that becomes. After all we never come to an end, we - strained . And if shyness will hold down us hearts with coast - we will boil! And over I become blue a precipice of Zapljashem dry feet. Now for from a mast I could pick up something is better, but I speak: that from a kindergarten was in a shower is recollected, for you waited - waited.

), It Seems To Me, It Is Possible After

), it seems to me, it is possible after that or for the rest of the life to go and happily to smile, or - not to live at all: such happiness was - and anything it is not necessary any more. You do not become angry. I cannot about other. After all mentally sick do not change the ideas: or it Napoleon, or - "on will! In a pampas" At me you - my fixed idea, and I as am torn to you and anything else I can not live. I love you for all. I can suffer because of you: "Well as you can, well why you such?!" Here you were angry. To me at you to look awkwardly, you and it is a pity to me, and it is insulting for you, and I become angry: what for you with me so? I love you, when you - soft. I love you, and when you on me. I love you - both strong, and wise. Also I love you - for me ridiculous, naive, the boy. I much you what love! I love you. At first I have felt at once your force. I know it. But I know in you and another, children's, and with this knowledge - pines smothering, and I ask: My God, give the chance to me - to press his head to itself, to protect! I believe: would touch with a cheek your breast, would touch lips, has spent a hand and to you would become easier, quieter.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Here What The Turmoil, Not Such Groundless Has

Here what the turmoil, not such groundless has cleared up at me in a head if to recollect severe crash of my regulated relations with Ippolitom. I have brought group to hotel, all leave, and it sits, does not rise. Its fellow countrymen began to call: "Kohl! Kohl"!, and it only a hand from them waves away. - You that, ? - Its head has asked. - to us only to have supper and on a train. - god with them, with that supper and train. She has interrogatively looked at me: - That we will do? - Call the militiaman, - I have shrugged shoulders. Anastas Artemevna, my working day has come to an end, have gone, - the driver has given tongue. - the young man, you detain us, - an unshakable voice I have told. It has sharply risen and, nearly without having knocked down the head, has jumped out of the bus. On the way home and even houses, stacking big, already two-year Maksimku, I was not present-is not present-and recollected Nikolay's volcanic sight "from Lipetsk province" and already falling asleep, have solved: thank God that the generator of such capacity has left to itself, not for my electric systems.