Incidentally, my companion bald heads devour my eyes. Politely smiling in response. The same offense - no, no! For the character of their fragile and tender, despite the criminal record of almost half the crowd. Someone is not looking - and the tragedy pochische shekspirovskoy! Then begin to look for blame. What kind of contagion isportila with Ivan Ivanychem? A file it here!
But the boss, it's not sleeping with me, still behaves as a rare owner. He priobnimaet my waist and barely audible bormochet ear:
- I think Nina, you are no longer needed. You can slowly disappear. I am afraid there are too many intoxicated men who want to show their prowess molodetskuyu in your presence. And I just do not have enough. Therefore, quietly, quietly - and the exit.
I kivayu, send lysomu another smile, and move towards the exit.
On the supply side it looks as if the chief secretary gave an indication of its intimate nature. All in the day. The vast majority of us here, or at least the portion that is observed this scene, probably decided that the man prispichilo samtsovye meet their needs and now he is as imperceptible to follow me.
Near the door to face Glebom.
- You accidentally turned here or follow me?
- Do not follow and watch.
- Do not see a principled difference.
- Shadowing is a goal, and observation - not always.
- So you wrapped!
- Umeyu.
He swoop me by the arm and carries away into the street.
- I hope I will not compromise you in the eyes of your bosses?
I sigh:
- I generally difficult to compromise, Gleb. Now tell me, if you really do not zamyshlyal pohabnogo nothing to me, what do you go with me?
- Everybody you up to the house. One could call a taxi, but this time it has come ...
- You do not need a taxi - I brush off. - I live nearby. And I do not have to escort itself get.
- I have it on your site has not been so cocky - he smiles. - And I have abhorrent habits: if I have something decided, then bring conceived until the end. And now I have decided to bring you up to the house.
- I can, home, I do not want to!
- We Then you walk along.
Now is the time to say a firm "no", but ... Something stops me. What? I do not understand. There is no reasonable explanation for actions, when it is impossible to say "no". And even if they say, it is unlikely that it will sound convincing.
We come together on the embankment and a long-long walk there, and our words dissolve in the darkness of night, and their sense disappears somewhere there, beyond time and space. Because there is a fine line, for which the conversation cease to be mere conversation and turns into a prelude to love. And a prelude to me this sounds marvelous music, and its sound is growing louder and louder all, sealed the voice of reason. Although a voice here ...
We went to the supermarket. As we were beside it and why we go there? I do not know. I give free flow, and it carries me somewhere far, far away, and at the same time - very close.
- What are you going to drink?
- Again drink?
- Required - grin he said. - I just insist on that.
He asked himself narwhal. I obvozhu eyes shelves with alcohol and strongly point the finger at a bottle of "Dom Perignon":
- A woman wants wine!
- If you do not want to remain innocent - bormochet it aside, but I hear him perfectly. In the state of the sober, he might have received from me poschechinu for this pun. But I happily smeyus:
- A zateynik you, young man! For red slovtsa ...
- Lamtsa-dritsa-gop-tsa-tsa - swoop he said.
I would like a bottle we uncork directly on a bench in front of the supermarket.
- And where crystal glasses? - Falsely outraged me.
And here it is happening event that breaks all doubts. Sometimes one act can tip the scales on the other side, when a woman can not resist the temptation. Doing this can be quite insignificant, and yet ...
He disappears into the doors of the supermarket and a minute goes out with the package. Fokusnika gesture, he fetches two glasses. I momentarily sober and look at it much closer look.
- Actually, I poshutila.
- Actually, I love to commit sometimes madness.
Goblets are connected with the melodious ringing. And the sound erases the rest of the night noise of the city. And along with noise erased recent signs of common sense.
Tinkling broken glass. Goblets fly to the ground, and I am falling his embrace.
Everything is simple and natural. There is no matter who first made a step forward. And still less does not matter that we will talk and think tomorrow.
Because it is "tomorrow" is so neskoro ...
At least in this tale now want to believe.
- Come to me - the word frustrated with my own lips, but I like the look of surprise on your own. Is this, I said to herself? Truly nepostizhimy depths of the human. But too late to change anything, and late in something to repent.
He swoop on my hands and bears along the embankment.
- Do my house is still far.
- No, I survive.
And he really stood. With his hands, I sleep just outside the entrance. We mchimsya on the third floor, I brokenly open the door, turns to face him - and dissolved in touch his lips: tender, confident, draznyaschih ...
Pause:
I go back into the bedroom, tentatively call to the bathroom and nakinuv gown. "Ninochka, my girl - I said to myself - I do not know you. How did this false shy? Or do you think that the man you are not considered, even in the dark?"
Gleb lay on his back, widely raskinuv hands. Somewhere I read that in a sleeping posture self-confident people are able to achieve much in life. Gleb is impressive.
He is now dreaming of a beautiful dream, judging by the smile. ZHalko interrupt this night ... that is, now the morning dreams, but we must wake up. We both time to work. I for one firm to him in another. In competing enterprises.
How much has been written about these conflicts of life! Do not convert. But podi f you - very vlyapalas! Oh, Nina, Nina, does not give you rest your irrepressible ass!
Still feel sorry for his wake. I do not know why I've been attacked like complacency. Usually I just talk without a twitch off a blanket, along these strong expressions. I do not like lose, even if the reason for the delay - my amorous Poxozhdenija.
We have to go to boil coffee ...
"All mixed house Oblonskih - I grin to myself. - In decent homes, young people are served coffee in bed girls. ... And incidentally the same my mistress."
I submit, as Gleb roetsya on my shelves in search of coffee and quietly smeyus. Two years ago girlfriend joked on the first of April and stealthily changed the contents of cans. Sugar was salt, coffee - spices. Since then, so everything and left. I used to, but my guests if they want to prepare myself some tea, long rugayutsya ...
Put hot cup on the bedside table in the bed head.
- Gleb, good morning.
He opens his eyes and sweet potyagivaetsya.
- Good morning, son. I thought you I dreamed my word ... Too much everything ... fantastic.
- What is it, Gleb? A night or the situation?
- Both - grin he stop me by the hand and usazhivaya to bed. - Nina ...
- Yes?
- In this hard to believe, but I have a first ... To meet the evening and at night in bed already ... I do not know, maybe I staromoden. I need to know a woman vlyubitsya. Otherwise - no.
- What is it? Are you disappointed?
He desperately shakes her head.
- No, no, what are you! But I say - it's just some kind of fantasy! Meanwhile, more ... - Gleb razvodit hands. - I really fell in love with you. Incredibly, that fact. Came to mind as Patsayev. Sam did not know what is happening with me.
- And you are not doing self? Does not apply to everything easier: I met Mr. perespali ...
- A morning fled, and even forgot the name? - Interrupt me, he said. - In this life, all may be, Nina. Everything. But I would not like that fairy tale ended so trite.
- You have a unique understanding of fairy tales.
- Normal my submission. Every person needs a small magic, belief in a small miracle. Otherwise, simply disappears meaning to live. But the miracles we are doing themselves, - he adds, and attracts me to imagine.
- Gleb, to work late.
- No late - grin he razvyazyvaya zone of my robe. - We have it just did not go. We have a good reason.
- What? - Pritvorno amaze me.
- A small personal tale - he is responsible, perevorachivaya me on the back. - Do not give it to become a prosaic reality?
... The world split up to a hundred bright fragments. There remain only their hands and lips, mouth and hands ...
And then I hop off and hear only her moan pleasure.
Then the calls will be mobile, the search for two missing heads of advertising services of competing firms, angry cries boss and his apology, and day smoothly peretechet in the evening and then again at night ...
And the tale, which one day will end.
But only if that want to own Tale-Tellers.
May 2007
