I had absolutely no sympathy for this woman. On the contrary, even it was something unpleasant. I hast thou per day on her bony hips on her rough face, learned her belly and Breasts, long ago, giving them some appreciation. Now I fear, as though, in the end, not to embarrass myself in front of her, if I have to do anything.
These fears are entirely grabbed my attention to the minute "just Ella" lifted her head with a cotton pillows, and I could not surrender to the exciting experiences that precede coitus with a subject of passion.
"Just Ella" impulsively pulled back the blanket slid down and, opening the door coupe, the output is already gave me a short but meaningful glance. As she disappeared, as I, glancing at snoring with open mouths of men, came down and went after him.
In the corridor already burned night lighting. "Just Ella stood several coupe on, looking at me and holding one hand to the knob of the door.
"Stand up or not?!" — flashed in my head alarming thought. I was on the verge of being embarrassed in front of the woman.
She nodded his head to me, opening the door coupe and showing there, then went into it. Not remembering itself, I was beside her in the dim lit by dim light from the corridor-coupe. It was empty. Cold дерматиновые pillow sleeping berths their naked телесами dilutes and a hint comfort, giving казенщиной. Passengers here, apparently, and was not, or they all are already out somewhere along the way.
"Cautious", I thought to myself, wanting to call it anything other than "just Ella" and, moreover, Greece is repaid in me even a spark of passion.
Shut the door, " she said to me in a half-whisper.
I carefully, trying not to make noise, closed the door. Clicked the lock, latch-stopper. Now we have no one could stop and surprise.
Turning to her, at first I did not understand, where is the woman saw that the shadow of her against the window disappeared, but almost immediately stumbled on her ass, and felt a hand not to the cloth, naked, warm skin.
A few промелькнувших lights outside the window I saw her, наклонившуюся from me forward, to the window, bare back with raised on the shoulders of the workshop a tracksuit.
My hand slipped down on his thigh, and the ways it seemed less angular and bony, as before, but, on the contrary, skinny, they became suddenly very attractive even to cause a passion.
The palm of my crawled between her legs and felt the touch of tender, мохнатому gun on the bosom. Don't know how I had such a wild idea, but I just wanted размахнуться with all power and one's fingers predator like a hawk in the fluffy ball between the legs, compress it and crush in his hand, to feel like he is soft and wonderful.
I did it, without a scope, but with passion, выплеснувшейся of some unknown, the depths of таившихся in me instincts. I squeezed it and felt like fluffy peach split into slices, between which opened up a cleft already сочившаяся moisture.
Every time connecting with a woman, I felt special. It is completely different from the former, a burst of passion. It all depends, what does this passion. If it started with a feeling of smells women, then it was languid, overwhelm me feeling very strange way United with the feeling of awkwardness, hopelessly clumsy and bewilderment. Sometimes, that I have captured and carried neck turn, curious, careless glance, body shape, looked to me suddenly in a completely unexpected, among the stunning and fascinating perspective, and each time passion was born completely different, piercing, causing tears, solid, unwavering, monotonous, a humming like a bass string, then intercepts breath and щекочущая chill of premonition.
This time the passion in me was born from the touch of my hand in the dark to a woman's body that I was deeply несимпатична. My hand touched the innermost of her place, and maybe pierced surprise, that it all the same, as those representatives of the fair sex, which I once went crazy, gave birth to a passion in me such a lush forces, which had never in my life I do not have to suffer.
She quickly rushed into me, into all my limbs, and I was nothing he could do. My hands passionately зашарили over her body, I felt her stomach, outlined fingers unfamiliar shape of the Breasts, and back down to the hips.
The woman stood still, leaning forward, and I felt expectation in all her pose. She waited снедаемая passion, and I did what, in the end, the man always does with a woman.
I was trying to catch all the changes that occurred to her. As it might be in the dark coupe and occasionally flashing lights outside the window.
Now I have it, and our intercourse was rather strange, without any words, explanations and even without arrivals of any of the conventions.
Soon we moved to a shelf, putting the mattress on the cold leatherette.
Of the compartment, emerged only in the morning. I dropped off into a deep, short sleep, but soon awoke me: train was approaching Moscow.
My neighbors have already gathered. They hurriedly placed objects.
I glanced at the "just Ella". I ain't never even so disgusting in my soul and it's so disgusting to look at a woman that I was close. She, as if nothing had happened, sat downstairs, 's tinted eyelashes and deceived eyes, not even looking in my direction.
The memory came to me last night, and I shook his head, trying to get out of her dirty memories. Now I wanted to train quickly came to the station.
Chapter 2.
Can't remember what happened next in the morning when I was in the store. One of the last conscious memories was that I decided that I will never get out of there.
't remember how but I got out of there and lay unconscious. When woke up, he lay for a long time, coming from fear and despair.
Later I tried to forget all that happened and never remember.
Graduation from College a few dispelled my depression. Finally, after all the celebrations we gathered in a small cafe, which previously ordered, his platoon, and remember the years spent together, which now never to return, and it is unlikely that we will now be able now to get together. All disperse to different sides and will serve far from each other. Then, already pretty drunk, and we set off on foot from the outskirts of the city where there was a cafe in the center. The time was past midnight. We walked along the Avenue, then decided to catch any car going to the center, and several times perehorodzhuvaly highway chain, holding hands. Finally, we caught the bus in which apart from the driver was the guard. Someone has already managed to negotiate with the driver so that he добросил us to the centre. He agreed and opened the door, despite violent protests кондукторши that nobody was listening. We piled into the car, taking with him a box of vodka and champagne, which we carried all the way, and so, continuing to drink, joke, and carry on, with jokes and songs that голосили in a loud voice so that the driver and conductor probably gone deaf.
In city center, we are located in a picturesque fountain "Sadko", which cascade down from the square, and continued to drink and congratulate each other with the release of the College. Below, at the foot of the fountain stood militia SUV. Militiamen were watching us. But soon our fun, got to the point that we were trying to bathe in the fountain, run through him naked and throw empty bottles at the statue of "Sadko". Then they plunged into the SUV and drove away from the sight. It was our day. And the police was a secret order not to touch the young officers, if they don't violate the law. Another hour passed. Charter fooling around, we began to disperse who where and as they could. This was all over. It was the last day reckless youth, when someone cared, and each of us cared only about himself.
Before each service relied month vacation. And I went home. But here I was attacked by an inexplicable melancholy. I was troubled. My hometown for a long time already changed. And I don't have anything to do with my former friends and friends of childhood. Yes and they had their incomprehensible to me interests. I realized that in his hometown for me, there is nothing that could occupy my attention, and what I could dedicate the time of its release. My soul longed for some new experiences. And sleep until noon, and then go out into the yard, where occasionally someone met from the former childhood friends, that now there was nothing to do, I'm sick on the second day.
Seeing my spleen, my mother suggested I go to the village, where her grandmother, with whom I never was. And each time she called me when I was able to write her a letter. A little thought, I met in the street, went to the bus station.
Early the next morning I was awakened by a bus driver:
-Hey, boy, here you go, -he shook me by the shoulder.
I looked at the clock. It was the start of the sixth. All the passengers were asleep, and here no one came out. I reached over, got out of my easy-chair and came down from the high-salon of the bus down.
On the street was a cool morning, the driver pulled out from the trunk of my things and after a few minutes, the roar of the diesel engine on the bouncy колдобинах of a country road in a big machine dissolved together with her in the early morning mist.
I looked around the room. Nobody was around. Some of the dense morning shroud could be seen wooden fences, sagging from the time the grey fence, Yes fence, and stood out the faint outline of the nearby houses of the village street.
For quite a long time around was not a single soul, and I stood, not knowing what to do, and in what direction to go. Finally out of the fog heard some noise. It soon became apparent creak, some цокание and quiet conversation. Then appeared to be of any shape, and soon I saw the muzzle of a horse with protruding навостренными ears. The horse was right at me. For it seemed cart, in which sat the wizened old man in a cap, smoked cigarette. With him came here a few women in повязанных on the heads of the colorful shawls and hooded jackets. The old man смолил and silently rules horse, and women about something talking.
I walked away from the road, taking their things. Cart ran by me, and the old man noticed me, pulled on the reins and stopped the horse:
-Whoa, wretched! You whose gonna be? As I fell down the moon no light, no charge.
Then he suddenly burst out at the Mare floor Mat, although the reason for such swear I didn't notice, but answered him:
-Yes I am from the city, to a fortune of his двоюрной guests in food.
-I see with a strange distant places, " agreed grandfather, inhaled with cigarettes. — And энто that?
-Yes, The Barman Пелагеевна. In Василихе lives.
-In Василихе? "Replied grandfather. Baba stopped talking and also listened to our conversation. Is five kilometers away.
"Why me from the bus landed here? — I was surprised.
-So it's back from the road. The bus there does. There wilderness, almost at the swamps. There Василиха. And this is a Big Василиха.
As he spoke, a decaying piece of tobacco fell out of his cigarettes, and in the fingers of the old man remained only a tube from a piece of newspaper. Grandfather looked puzzled on this incident, and with disappointment again relish swore not paying attention to women.
-What should I do now? The news rather puzzled me. To walk so far I did not want, and places were strangers.
That that's... Stand still and wait until someone in the region will yield. Ask to be brought up, and you go on foot. But I don't advise there through the forest to go. Better wait for someone... Now go there, " the old man waved in the fog, outlining the direction — there, on the outskirts of the village fork. It'll wait. There you can see who goes where. You see that on the right way to turn — Masha, pick... Well, двинтесь, beast, he shouted at the women, let the boy sit drive to there.
Women are parted, freeing me a little space. I jumped on the wagon, and in five minutes was at the fork in the road, about which I spoke to the old man.
"You there, boy, here on this road. Stand still and wait until there is someone snap. If on the road collapses who, he certainly in Василиху rides, otherwise you won't that lucky.
— And often there someone goes? I inquired.
— How can you say, " shrugged the old man. — As lucky. You can, and yet another day, and no one will go. Well, let's прощевай!..
Supply disappeared in the morning mist.
Indeed, it took more than an hour of waiting. The morning mist was completely cleared, the East seemed over the horizon the sun, lighting up everything around brightly pink light, and pass me not passed a single machine, or anything.
I lost all patience, and was ready to go on foot, as suddenly seemed familiar to me the connection.
-You, " he asked, catching up with me.
I wearily I agreed. I wanted to quickly get to a place where he could lie down though not much, and sleep.
"Okay, wait a little, took pity on me, old man, ' If you nobody pick up, then after an hour I in the wrong direction and go to the apiary. To me jump.
An hour passed. Life in a village between the revived. First screaming cocks, then замычали cows in their stalls, and soon the owners began to cast out them on the street. Seemed like a shepherd who ousted cows in a herd, moving toward me. Then, avoiding all the yards, shepherd turned herd in the opposite direction and drove away from me. Have passed a few tractors with trailers and machines, but none turned Василихи.
Again seemed familiar to me, old man.
-Well, what? And not the left? he smiled smoked teeth.
-And left — I replied in monosyllables.
"Well, get in we went.
I sat on the wagon, on which the straw rode a few empty aluminum cans. The old man grabbed my opinion:
Is me honey food, " the old man explained. — So you mean to Пантелеихе going?
-To Pelagiya Пантелеевне, " I corrected her.
-Well, Yes-it is here the so called...
-As you know it?
"What do you Know. Good Baba, smiled something to his old man. — And for how long?
-I do not know, for two weeks.
-Ah. Well, well!
The old man no longer ask me anything, and I began to survey the local scenery, slowly sinking into полудрему. Всходившее all higher the sun was already slightly warm up around the fields were, here and there, упиравшиеся thicket. Some of them were planted already налившимся, поспевшим grain of wheat. Others stood under steam. Here and there were visible hay meadows and engulfed them from all sides, подступившие palisade here and there the edge of the thick, impassable forests, still green, but already adumbrated subtle haze of aging.
The road meandered between fields on a hilly plain, dived occasionally in пролески, and sometimes passed through dense thickets. Some of its dry, dusty ruts were puddles, and when they were big, horse hardly move through them, champing hooves into the mud, and then tormented, pulling out of the slush cart, погружавшуюся in muck up to the axles and already resembling a boat in the swamp. The old man then kept urging her and even occasionally, when the slush was especially impassable, lashed to frighten but not hurt, lean back and ribbed sides of the animal.
