- No. horse fuck - Several years?.. - That zh... Signifies, you itself do not know, what is it... The Small portable phonograph choked and fell silent, ceased to hiss the plate. Afterwards загремели chair, moved up closer to table, ed with all parties cheers: ZHeltaya band of the light from corridor легла on sex of the room. In door протиснулась illuminated behind figure Bykova, voice сытый, as after dinner, he else chewed something. - Has Piled up I here beside you! - has ed on. - Drived you me to such good grandmother. Itself guilty - what here... философия? On VWVtake in in shit was ruined, so most and расхлебывать this shit! Not virgin девочка. - To devil "Kostenika"! - has yelled he, chucking заляпанный dirt valise on kover. - Where this spider? I ask - where? Where this kisser? - A Ruffian! - has yelled someone in back emu. - an Order packed bosom, but behaves like a hooligan! The Ugliness! Pozovite militia! Has Killed the person... Here not front - a fist to wave! Frontovikov disgrace! - Here. Certainly, syuda. - Konstantin with заалевшими cheekbone пощипал tendrils. Averiyanov in растерянности chewed the lip, mechanical delaying suspenders, suddenly unshaven wrinkled person his(its) задергалось, запрыгал chin, - and he week, tensing wiry throat, заплакал; the tears потекли on cheek, sticking in stubble. He умоляюще and miserable глядел on Konstantina VWXbe drafty влагу, crawlling onto on eye. He left to metro, long confronted the shop window "Soiree", afterwards long read the announcements on афишной to box: did not want home, did not want to come down in metro, in сквозниковый underground air, leave from these calm year сумерек presently, from dusty sundown, going out for area. horse fuck Konstantin has raised the eye to ceiling. - So much for your? - has again asked Sergey, looking over pictures, and smiled. - I want that all were clear. - Where no proof - there power! - Konstantin захохотал, чокнулся with liquor-glass Aces, has drunk, has quacked fierce. Again подмигнул angrily frowned Ace, became the plug to prod in slipping away on griddle bit fats, зажевал with appetite. - A Snowstorm, probably, has dispersed. All are "эмки" on station, wait the night train. But you all good lad. The Catkin. Averiyanov gusty впился as it were закоченевшими finger in sleeve Konstantina, has pulled him(it) to door, in darkness cheese smell(blowing in) mildew of the corridor, dialect with задышкой: - Strange... - has ed he. - Nowhere go. We shall Eat here. And shall speak here. You me else nor line has explained, why has vamoosed from institute. Tomorrow deliver the mountain machines. Know this? Or has gone crazy? Let's your ticket. Korabelinikov, approach to me, do not express the real estate! You, Korabelinikov, and you, Vohmincev, will answer without ticket. All questions in ticket can forget. Here is so-that! Complain although most minister of the higher education although the god although devil! - Seems, I all this saw. Through such meadow went under Liskami. Here us bombed. In this урочище under Boromley... The Instruments stood on edge of a forest. - Possible? - Has Not understood. I why? - You that, small? Fourty ninth years - not fourty sixth. Do Not understand? - Do Not notice, - scratchy answered otec. - In general, say, please, whence this beside you - "ugly women(woman)s"? In твои years strange cognitions! Konstantin sowed;sown on sofa, has scattered the leg on leg. - First, Serezha, on dead to dump easy. Secondly, I do not advise you to link unadvisedly, - Nikolay Grigorievich unsure concerned the palm of the knee Sergeya. - Only patience and facts. The Scoundrel it is necessary to destroy the fact, proof, rather then emotion. The Emotions will not prove the corpus delecti. You has some proof against that, who you has knocked? - Temnotischa-that, ba-атюшки! You letter or повесточка, buffoon will analyse. That light do not light? Spare? - About Asya, no! - Konstantin has swung golovoy. - On Sergeya will not affect, you mistaken. Simply, the фронтовиков has pulled to rag for giving roughened мордасам интеллигентности, which they have lost for four years. - Who to whom laid, shall not elaborate. Particularly in Karpatah, - has said Sergey. - If remember the Sled, that not shall. You should simply rejoice, in air bonnets to throw... They stood near entrance(approach) of the restaurant, near high, brightly illuminated windows, oozed amongst dark street Bitter. Beside torches sidewalks has tightly snowed, snow smoke carried along огрузших in nights of the houses. - "From your негасимо-ouch любви-and..." - has caught Sergey. - I wanted to say... - has suddenly ed Sergey, hardly hearing its voice, remote, someone else, given oneself up to in ушах, and, глядя on Uvarova, in his(its) strong person, from which as if smell(blowed in) marsh dampness of the carpathian dawning, has agreed глухо: - I with you to drink not shall! Not you to speak on behalf of soldier! The New year - I have realy forgotten about this? Then why I came here? That I do? - Your talk on telephone reminded the report. Asya, his(its) often tear and tear apart on telephone? - has asked he, once again обращаясь to Ace, not yet in power преодолеть inertia of the difficult talk with her, and has then and there understood - speak this did not cost.