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In an apartment coldly and disgustingly. From not stuck window blows. The autumn in this to year has stood out extremely nasty: and syro, also it is windy, and it is chilly, and the sun is not present weeks. I sit in an armchair in front of the TV, having covered legs a plaid, and I wait, while tea in a cup slightly will cool down. The cup costs beside, on a coffee table, on lots yesterday's and pozavcherashnikh newspapers. Even at bad illumination it is visible, that a cup not so clean but what to do(make): to wash utensils I and it was not accustomed and always I try to make unpleasant process as much as possible short, and to make it for me there is nobody. Here eight years after death of mother I live absolutely one. At me, the truth, is the sister, but I do not wish it to see, especially now when I am ill(sick). I in advance know, that for simple services, like preparation of the elementary dinner (which at me, to a word, it turns out is not worse at all), I should listen to half-hour lecture with the constant introduction: « As mum was right! Here you were ill, and there is nobody glass of water to submit! » These lectures always brought me to white heat. Better most to make to itself tea and to hurt(be ill,be sick) on the sly in loneliness. 
     To loneliness I for a long time have got used, no less than to the status of a bachelor, and categorically I do not recognize him ushcherbnosti. It is bad to be the impotent man, it is shameful – the sexual maniac, but in fact a bachelor - neither that and nor another. It is ordinary the man which simply was never married – neither official, nor a civil marriage. Well also what?
    Only it is not necessary to nod on a portrait of doctor Frojda. Edipov a complex here it is perfect(absolute) at anything, as well as the taken roots stereotype « all bachelors – mamenkiny sonnies ». My mother, tsarstvie to it heavenly, bitterly experienced in occasion of mine nesemejnosti, and even in process of the senile forces tried to correct position, shy telling about the dissolved daughter of the school girlfriend, inviting on a visit lonely saleswoman Lyusyu from the next case. So mother here at anything, no less than the father who has died from revmokardita when to me was nineteen years. 
   Other stereotype is incorrect also: about the latent inferiority of bachelors. I, certainly, not the genius, not the hero and not a star of Hollywood, but with Kvazimodo me too you will not confuse, and in reception of "Viagra" I still (fie-fie) otrodu had no need.  At the beginning of a foggy youth I in general was neduren myself: high, with a sports figure (the master of sports on navigation, by the way), with dense fair-haired curls (the some people found even similarity to Yesenin's portrait). Now, certainly, curls have thinned and on a nape obrazovyvaetsya the bald head, a figure has blurred (I eat what easier to prepare, basically - for macaroni, and on bread I lean, here and has typed superfluous kilo), but basically, me and now in a mirror to be looked not terribly. From mirror depth the man of an intelligent exterior looks at me (especially after careful shaving) quite decent. 
   Unlike many my coevals I not spilsya (also I drink very moderately), have no chronic illnesses (sand in kidneys is at all), I earn not much, but for a life suffices – one person. Whether I could provide two three, etc. – I do not know, I have no experience and if it is fair, I do not wish him to have.
  About is not present, I was not disappointed in women, it is too strong and knizhno is told. More likely, has calmed down, because all about them has understood. Though … can, those women came across to me not?
   … I have met the First love on the first rate of institute, in the age of eighteen years. That is certainly, up to this fatal meeting were any school childlike love, any lanky little girl whom I saw off from dances and which long kissed at an entrance – kissed for the first time in a life (has not passed(has not taken place) also thirty years, and I already and have forgotten as it called. Here It, the first grin of a close old age). But this all, certainly, is not considered. And the experienced fisher, the present(true) professional and the winner of competition « the Gold float-98 », remembers, certainly, the first peskarika, caught in nine-year age in rechonke the Pool, but true readout conducts from a goggle-eyed five-kilogram handsome man of a carp. 
   Called my first fish … sorry, love, Alla, but She called herself Anzhelikoj. The some people bantered at this folly, but I, the person appeasable, did not banter and did not argue. Eventually, to the person is more visible, what is his name. Anzhelika so Anzhelika. We have got acquainted on a New Year's party where She has subdued me at first sight masterful execution(performance) of a romance from to/o "Twist of fate", and not only sang, but also accompanied myself on a guitar. Thin, ryzhenkaya, in a red dress also sings – this combination of advantages has struck me on the spot. I there and then, in a little bit impudent manner (that generally is not peculiar to me) have expressed all the feelings and have invited it to appointment, on January, 3rd in three one o'clock in the afternoon at an input(entrance) in Opera theatre. I so well remember time and a place because it was first and last case in my life when I of one and a half hour in dvadtsatigradusnyj the frost was trambled down on one place with a bouquet in hands. At that time I knew about female insidiousness only from books and hoped, that She will come, up to the last, that is before twilight and a strong wind. 
    When I in the form of a shivering icicle went home, in my head roilis tens possible(probable) explanations to absence Anzheliki, from a banal flu before fantastic abduction. And what my surprise when on the second, taken place appointment, in reply to my question « That happens why you have not come was? », She has coquettishly led a coat hanger and has made a purring sound: « I checked you … » 
    If I would not be enamoured, I would spit and have left. But, as I already spoke, I have fallen in love and have forgiven to it this silly trick and forgave many other things. My first love was the master of whims, and it was absolutely impossible to foresee, whence grokhotnet next time. She suited terrible hysterics, it was necessary to me to invite other girl to dance or on two (!) minutes to be late for appointment. She could reject aside my gift for March, 8th, the good book because this book at it is and in general, in fact I perfectly knew,  that She wants, and specially has not presented. There were at it and at all not clear kinks. For example, we on Tuesday have agreed, that on Saturday at six o'clock I shall be at it. All the week long all is normal, and suddenly to me call on Saturday in nine mornings and inform, that I can not come. « And you perfectly know, why. You can not be justified. I do not wish you to see ». And bryak a tube. For the first time I have become puzzled, something began to call back to explain, and has then recollected, that the doctor does not take offence at patients and has ceased to react.
   Still at fine Anzheliki there was a manner to repeat in occasion of and without an occasion « Yes, it not you ». Whether has subdued someone unapproachable top of the Himalayas, whether has bought(purchased) beige "Volga" or has won in a lottery a refrigerator – to me it was immediately informed with an easy(a light) smile, that all these achievements have no attitude(relation) to my modest person. And in general I have been weaved from lacks: had no present(true) shtatovskikh jeans, was(is) not able(skilful) to drive the car and did not read the novel « Anzhelika and a demon ». Somehow I have not sustained times and have put forward the counterthesis: « And what you? You Study on troechki, in each session – tails, it is more complex(difficult) than anything « Anzheliki » did not read and did not see a wooden fairy tale of Kizhi ». My God, as She sobed! I almost have not felt myself as the villain, and, sparing the and another's nerves, there are more than attempts of friendly criticism did not undertake.
   And our attitudes(relations) to that moment for a long time send(have passed) the zenith and smoothly drooped. It was that rare case when both the partner felt it simultaneously, and have not unanimously told almost each other "farewell". It is impossible even to tell, that farewell for ever has strongly upset us. As it is proud has informed me Anzhelika, « your place is already borrowed(occupied) by someone better! » I and have not learned(have not found out), whom, and to this day it is not interesting to me.
   One my friend, taken a great interest psychology and even read poluzapretnogo those years Freud, assured me, that all whims Anzheliki spoke the banal inferiority complex and that She, slighting me, is simple samoutverzhdalas. Can be. Anyhow, my first semi-annual novel has ended for me without serious consequences though in continuous babble Anzheliki and dangers of a phrase blinking by red light like « flashed To marry better early because not generated characters get used to each other » is easier or « I would not want the big wedding, I like modest feasts for the ». 
     Weeks three I had a rest from passions, and would a rest longer if it is absolutely unexpected and under the most romantic circumstances have not met Natasha. Late at night we came back with the friend from library (then scientific libraries worked till ten evenings), and have suddenly heard desperate female shout. In an instant from pass between houses the girl with the long light hair fluttered on a wind has run out. These hair at once have was to my evident and have somehow struck. For the girl with obscene abuse it was born(carried) any ambal. « Help(Assist)! » – the girl, and we movable by the most noble promptings has rushed to us (whether they are clear present youth?), Have entered with ambalom the fight, ended full our victory. Having come across firm repulse, It ran, as a hare. And here at light of a street lantern I have made out the face of the girl rescueed(saved) by us: a gentle oval, huge grey eyes, something children's in outlines hardly the swelled up a little lips … Any cosmetics, any artificiality, any similarity with Anzhelikoj. 
     The friend magnanimously has conceded to me is right to spend the girl up to the house, and for twenty minutes of a way I have learned(have found out) all about Natasha: from the reason of today's incident (sat with the child of the girlfriend while that has not come) up to a place of work of her mother (the senior controller of Quality Department of factory " Свиточ "). Natasha was very simple. Even such not skilled psychologist as I, at once have understood, that before him very clean and trustful soul which a sin to deceive even in ideas. I also did not deceive. I was sincere and is strongly keen, and then at me the idea on a marriage for the first time has flashed.
    It seemed to me, that Natasha is similar on turgenevskikh heroines and other such girl simply is not present. Concerning the last I was not mistaken. I for all life did not meet the person who so on a regular basis would have all problems.
  At it something was eternal not thank God and eternally my help was required. That at it have stolen a purse with eight-ten roubles, and I went with it to militia. That the classmate (She studied in Polygraphic) has clamped the rare book and I went to understand with the classmate. She broke a leg(foot) during session, and I drove it in institute and back, She lost keys from an apartment, and I zalazil there through a window (She lived on a ground floor). She has managed to put somewhere absolutely ready course before a closing date of her delivery, and we with it together wrote the whole night new. In a word, our attitudes(relations) developed only under one script – to the script of our first meeting. She suffered, I rescueed(saved) it. 
  Firstly the role of the noble knight, the defender of fine lady, very much liked me. I began to feel myself somehow is more adult and is more responsible(crucial). Besides in this inability to live, in this passivity and awkwardness there was something old-fashioned-womanly and very touching. Natasha, undoubtedly, knew it and aspired to emphasize romanticism of shape: light dresses with frills, the long hair often twisted in ringlets, a minimum of cosmetics. She spoke a little and listened much, and it too very much was pleasant to me (can, by contrast with Anzhelikoj). And if not eternal problems who knows … But all is good moderately. During any moment I have felt, that I get tired, and have started to be irritated on the sly. Whether so it was necessary for me to call early in the morning on Sunday and to inform, what She was filled in with neighbours? And really She cannot buy a gift to the younger brother, and I should be wound on end two days with it on all shops of city? When rescue of fine lady becomes a part of the daily schedule, the noble knight quickly loses all nobleness. 
   We have However, left not under my initiative, though, probably, on my fault. There was it in winter session. I sat, having imposed with the and another's abstracts, and brutally prepared for the first examination. From thirty tickets I hardly knew one, and the professor accepting examination in narrow circles had a nickname "Gestapo". It expelled students confused in answers with the two and shout « In yard keepers, street of revenge! », and there is more than four at him lenin grant-aided students did not receive even. And here, when I, having calculated forthcoming night and a piece of morning on minutes, convulsively tried to remember even key rules, I was called by Natasha and, sobing, has asked me to arrive immediately. 
   At it the kitty has died.
    With a strange name Beads I knew the kitty and sincerely with Natasha have sympathized, but to go have refused. It was very unpleasant to me to hear it vskhlipy and plaintive words, however will agree, a cat already sdokhla, and I anything could not help(assist) it, and the professor was zhivekhonek and is full of forces, let alone that anybody a reluctance to go at deaf(indistinct) night through all city of features knows what for. I tried to explain it to Natasha, but it is vain. I promised to come tomorrow (already today) after examination, but She insisted on immediate arrival. After forty minutes of useless conversation I have hanged up. More She did not call to me, and I too did not call.
     If Anzhelika was my the first in every respect, and attitudes(relations) with Natasha and have remained loftily-Platonic the present the man blonde Lera has made me brown-eyed krashenaya. Lera studied in medinstitute, was more senior than me (then twenty years') for two years and it is equal in 20 times is more skilled. It was absolutely mad passion. Despite of grumble of mother, Lera often remained with me for the night, and at memoirs on these nights I till now would like to smile enough. Without exaggeration, me the whole world has opened, and the woman who has opened him has caught over me such authority what did not dream silly little girls Anzhelike and Natashke. I was on volosok from a marriage, and Lera prudently and dexterously pushed me in the necessary direction, from time to time otluchaya from a body under the most convincing pretexts and by that kindling(heating) up to a limit. 
   Sgubila it, as well as many strong women, from Kleopatry up to Mata Hari, excessive self-confidence. Having solved(decided), that I at it in a pocket, She has rejected reasonable care and has started to speak the truth about the past that it is not recommended to the temperamental woman basically. When I have asked, how many was at it up to me men, She has fairly answered: « did not consider(count), but more than fifty it will be exact ».
   Hardly value of these words as my desire to marry vsporkhnulo and has departed a grey bird to warm edges(territories) is has reached(cunning) me. Yes, we were engaged in sex still long, but to marry … Why I should marry the woman whom, sorry, up to me the whole guerrilla group had? Both why I? And where the guarantee, what after wedding my sexy beauty will not go the blazed path?
   The novel  with Leroj was (very opportunely torn off with her distribution to Kirovograd. After Lery was black-eyed Marichka, the saleswoman in a haberdashery, comes prikarpatskoj from village where She, as she said, had a groom, and Light which has passed(has taken place) in my destiny under the code name « the resort novel ». Short these communications(connections) in my destiny have not left any trace also I mention them simply from conscientiousness. 
    In the age of twenty five years I have passed to work in one scientific research institute where has got acquainted with Iroj. However, the word "acquaintance" was not absolutely exact. We worked in one department.
   polnovataya, good-natured Ira represented a bright sample obyknovennosti. Has gone to study in high school up to which was fastest to go, has married in eighteen « on zaletu », in twenty four has divorced, because the husband beat also saws, brought up the son, knitted a hook and amazingly baked a pie "Napoleon". Simply amazingly. I never ate such pie. I was bribed with her thriftiness and care. We converged, however, slowly – Ira has not departed yet from recent divorce and was frightened to burn again. 
    First our affinity has caused in me known disappointment since I have understood, that the poor creature absolutely frigidna, and does not try to disguise it at all. I have conceived to kindle it, but alas: all my efforts in what have not resulted(brought), and my offer to address to the expert She has found(considered) the insult. As the ordinary person, She could not even be beyond social standards for an instant, and the standard of the Soviet society was strict tabuirovanie sexual themes. « About this » aloud to speak it was not necessary, and reflections « about themselves » too were not encouraged with public morals. « Yes, it to you not Lera », - with a sigh I have told to myself, having come across the next flat refusal to try(taste) a new pose. But, on the other hand, I have been absolutely assured(confident) of fidelity Iry. And physically, also it is moral She was very clean person, let alone different fine advantages. By the way, when I was ill with a pneumonia and have got into hospital, She every day visited me and sat on two, three hours while I did not drive it home, to the son.
    Mother and the sister who firstly has concerned to Ire nastorozhenno, have soon grown fond of it as native. « Well also that, that the child! She has not developed him, and the best wife to you to not find », - mother when I have discharged, at last, from hospital has told, and has told absolutely fairly. Ira it has been conceived initially by the nature as the ideal wife, and it is devilishly a pity, that the first husband so and has not estimated(appreciated) this, and She is more in marriage has not left.
     To tell the truth, I was stopped not with sexual lacks Irishi, and the child. I never understood, and, possibly, any more I shall not understand, why someone the stranger should care of another's children. I, can, yet have not solved, whether it is necessary to me to have the, and here give, feed another's. Let it sounds мещански-was petty, but guzzled Vityusha not on years much. When I have brought to him a chocolate, It has devoured it instantly. Itself Ira recognized, that appetite at him excellent, It quickly grows and already the highest in a class – in the father. The father in the meantime drank vodka, subsisting on insignificant earnings so the alimony made - when three when five roubles. It meant, that all charges under maintenance(contents) Vityushi will fall on me. From what stati? The Native father does not wish to be engaged in him, and I give, limit itself, plough, overstrain? And pedagogical, we shall tell so, aspect of a problem? To be the stepfather is not only to feed, it also to bring up, form the person, to develop, form, and all for the sake of what? That years through ten (and even earlier) Vityusha has risen in a pose and has declared: « You to me not the father also have no right! »?
    The reasonable person that also differs from unreasonable, that aspires to avoid superfluous complexities. And the woman, we recognize fairly is almost always a problem and almost never the decision. The I became more senior, the understood it more distinctly(clearly).  
    To take, for example, to an Ale, in due time blazed to me rough passion. She played so well, that I till now am perplexed: why She has not gone on a stage? With her pressure multiplied on actor's data, She for a long time would become primoj MKHATa. And if not casually heard telephone conversation, I quite could marry the woman to whom my living space was necessary only. Opening was very painful(unhealthy) and for a long time (almost for a month) life a misery has made my, but I have got the invaluable experience which has allowed me henceforth to distinguish(recognize) such persons far off. And when the friend of the sister, girl Tanya, for eleven years is younger than me, lived in a hostel, has suddenly started to submit to me unambiguous signs, I at once was discharged. The sister, the truth, spoke, that I am not right and I blow on cold, but in such cases it is better to be reinsured.  I understand, it is possible to devote a life to a solution of secret of a Tungus meteorite or kritskoj to writing domikenskogo the period, but to me at all did not smile to spend forces and time for finding-out for that so passionately longs Tanya: me or my apartment? As such tanyami all roadways are paved: speckled, bony, with 41-st size of the footwear, tired of problems neudachnitsa.
     The sister has declared me, is remembered, that I the growing old grumbler and itself do not know, that I want. Growing old – alas, it agree, and I grumble sometimes – as everything, but I perfectly knew, that wanted (any more I do not want). To me the woman with a reasonable difference in the age of (from 0 till 7 years) was necessary, to a pleasant exterior (at least), growth not below meter seventy (I meter eighty three), the moderate completeness is admissible, with a separate apartment (that on mine not zarilas), with quiet, appeasable character (it is possible flegmatichka), able well to prepare, with higher education and absence of children. Well and sexual, certainly. Notice – a nationality, creed, even a financial position for me are not important. Inquiries, in my opinion, quite moderated(moderate). Agree? But, alas, strangely enough, to find such woman it has appeared too difficultly. That She with the trailer it is terrible as a mortal sin it it is stupid as an owl on an apartment zaritsya. And then, in fact there is still an initial sexual impulse. Even somewhere in the bus: the woman enters, look at it – like anything, start to get accustomed – indeed anything, but something does not pull, it would not be desirable it. And for some reason in the course of time so in increasing frequency. Probably, the back of experience is shown. At once you feel, that can be expected from the woman, and subconsciousness gives out a signal: stop. 
    However, process this bilateral: in the course of time to you all is more difficult to fall in love really, but also women show to you ever less than interest.  And that show, frequently represent something an average between sukhofruktom and a jellyfish. 
   Last my attempt to find a family cosiness called Galya. I with it was reduced by one girlfriend of mother, preliminary a tune booze paradise songs: the clear head, perfectly looks(appears) in forty, one lives in a two-room apartment, miraculously prepares. Children are not present. There was I with it few times – like anything, have overslept – too anything. As age any more to run on appointments, She, simply, without superfluous words has suggested to live together. I have taken day on reflection, all the Saturday long thought, and to Sunday have arrived to it with two suitcases.
        I with it have lived exactly week, even it is less – on next Saturday in the evening I already was at home, with extreme pleasure looking on the cracked ceilings, a grey dust in corners of a room and socks under an armchair. So this experience, by virtue of his short duration, on my status of a bachelor was not reflected. However, She then called, « return, I shall forgive all » and so on, but I have not returned. br-O! You saw sometime the woman, oderzhimuyu cleanliness? I the person clean enough, wash not less often than time in two days in the winter and daily in the summer, but Galina's passion to the order resembled mental illness. She something washed all free time, cleaned, swept, both here do not go, and there do not sit down, and it was necessary to me to pour tea on a cloth She has turned pale so, that I was frightened: really heart attack? The word of honour, in this irreproachable order, in these three kitchen towels (for hands, for utensils and for visitors), in ideal symmetry and harmony of an interior was covered with something painful(unhealthy). Somewhere I read, that it is most about external comeliness and harmony people, inside of which full chaos care. Let alone that in me this woman saw only next object for cleaning, sinks(washings) and other khozrabot. « With dirty legs in bed do not lay down! » Too has found the boy to learn(teach) him to live. Yes well it …
   No, all the same you will tell, that it is available at me a complex of a bachelor: with all women finds faults and still justifications of the fastidiousness finds, and itself, probably, the egoist, what a little. From, like, similar, but in fact private life therefore refers to personal, that from it to not understand. To understand it it is possible only from within. There was in my life a woman    whom I, the first has proposed and which loved without any conditions and requirements, « so iskrenno so it is gentle » as give it God favourite to be another. She had child, the girl, and it did not frighten me. Nothing frightened me and could not stop, except for it. She to get divorced from husband has refused. 
    Want details? And what for? Wounds of last love hurt more strongly wounds of the first and heal worse – if at all heal. To tell enough, that there there was all – a fever of dreams, mad passion and the most gentle tenderness. I remember, we sat on a bench at a sandbox in which her daughter played. I looked at round muzzle Svetochki (mother called it Vetochkoj), fair-haired chelochku, white-red kurtochku, suede botinochki, listened to her thin, cheerful laughter, and it seemed to me, that it is my daughter, and I already loved it. And not because I love children; I to them am absolutely indifferent, indifferent, the girl it or the boy. But Vetochka there was her daughter! And this was enough that the warm wave has passed(has taken place) on heart. If the maximum(supreme) display of love of the woman – thirst to give birth to the man of the child, at the man to the strong feeling what extends and on children favourite. E what to speak … If only She would want, but She has refused, and we shall not be about this. Last page in the book of love is read through, the book is slammed and burnt. 
   In forty seven I do not have either the wife, or children, but I do not have also illusions, and anybody is not necessary to me any more. Otlyubiv and otstradav everything, that is necessary, I have calmed down, and, soberly having looked on a thing, have found out weight of advantages in life of a bachelor which traditionally represent character Zhvanetsky from an old miniature: awfully dressed essence with a chronic heartburn of a stomach from a feed(meal) by rassolniks in banks. I declare with the responsibility, that the similar image not that that has become outdated, and is initially incorrect. If the man had enough mind(wit) to not marry whom has got, to him and to weld(cook) a dinner of work will not make. I not the great cook, but with a stomach of problems have no. Other trifles of a life, like sewing buttons or washing of linen here concern. The linen is erased with the car, and to sew buttons I has learned in the ninth class. Well, I do not love and I am not able to wash utensils, so in fact nothing is perfect. And in general, to represent the man in a kind of the essence, concordant to give freedom in exchange for elementary household services – means to see in him not that that the idiot, and it is simple nedocheloveka. Certainly, and such is, but normal the man does not marry only because not in a condition itself to serve.
    I look(appear) not less well-groomed, than married contempoparies, and I feel where more confidently, even because nobody saws me, not nudit and does not whine above an ear. I am absolutely free in the acts because I have nobody to report and there is nobody me hysterics to arrange. How many time, happened, you will offer colleagues on Friday in the end of day: « Well, muzhiks, we shall go somewhere, we shall overturn hundred gram? » And always free birds agree only, and married sigh and refuse: « I with pleasure, the old man, but cannot, the wife again scandal zakatit ». Here so they, unfortunate, also live: not only that you in this world solve nothing, so also at home not the owner.
    Other motives ostensibly influencing behaviour of men (I do not know, whether so, researches did not spend), me and are at all not clear. For example, I never understood the persons wishing by all means to have the son, « to repeat in children » or « to continue the sort ». him, in my opinion, not children to get(start) it is necessary, and to be treated for megalomania. Before to repeat, you do not drink week, and then approach(suit) to a mirror and look at itself a long sober sight: it is not excluded, that to you and for the first time to be born it is not necessaryl. On the account(invoice) of a sort and at all laughter – too to me, aristocrats of a plough and the machine tool. No, I understand, say, last autocrat Russian which could not wait the son after four daughters in any way: It had nobody to leave empire. And me what to leave? A surname Lozhkin? Library in five hundred volumes? A teapot enameled? Unique value – an apartment, well, an apartment remains to the sister or nephews. And I shall try, that they have received the inheritance as it is possible later. 
    If to you of these reasons insufficiently, I shall result(bring) one more, perhaps, the most convincing: from the friends I do not envy anybody, but all of them envy me. Others it is opened(open), others stealthily, but all the same envy, and, so, if my life not « dolche vita » Fellini (there is no either money, or a glory, opportunities of night bathing in the Roman fountains) them is and at all worthless. 
  And if the melancholy, or as now, I miss, having been unwell suddenly finds, I get a school album and student's photos. Here a group picture of ours 10-А. We shall begin under the order. Aleksandrov Serezha. The wife has changed with the best friend and has left with him on the North. spilsya. Beshkarev Alexey. Married the woman with the child, the children were not, the stepson has grown, became the addict. Has met him recently: complained, that sell an apartment to pay treatment. Well-well. Vitrenko Oleg. The handsome man, the clear head, has excellent finished polituchilishche, has stayed eight years for attempt of murder of the lover of the wife – She directly in a family bedroom has resulted(brought) him, and the husband has suddenly called in home on any documents. The lover miracle has survived, and at the wife could not shoot – very much loved the son., etc., etc. At that the wife ottyapala half-apartments, the mother-in-law (the wonderful character, thank God, familiar to me only on another's tragedies) has finished that to a delirium tremens. At that the child of the patient. That sticks on three works to support two families. You will look, you will shudder, and you will start to trust, that, by and large, to you in a life has largly carried, and the life is fine, as a wind behind a window a verse, the temperature slept and in five minutes on channel " Culture " my favourite film – "Anna Karenina" will begin.

ALICIA FRIDMAN (ATHENS,GREECE)

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