And if, in response to my parshivoe mood, the weather began crushing the port, zadul promozgly breeze, as was something uncomfortable, the sun disappeared in tuchkah. Commenting, lean back on the curve of birch, I nearly wept. Home made old mature that is how life and the port. Yes like everything in life happens. How does this curve birch, all curves. But still strive to light and life. The heavy. Whispering voices returned me from my thoughts Lamentations, to the realities of the day. Interestingly who is it? I tihonko prokralsya and about God, BOZHE. My boy was standing in the arms of another guy, they caress each other’s kiss! I left quietly, and then I ran, I fled.

stopped only when light napolnilis blood was hurt, shame. I like fish discarded on land spasmodic miss mouth air. Oh how I assume swearing, why not come udosuzhilsya why because I could be on the ground of the very nahala. LIST-OTPAD. Yes here and there, and there is a List-Otpad. And I Otpal as sheet, and replaced with attractive paint his fiery on homeliness brownish, bitter resentment for themselves szhirala me, as the flames devouring the time to fire. Time went. skradyvaya fled day after day. I stopped walking, fear of parenka found, but the pain gradually uleglas, and when the first snowdrops, I ventured to go for a walk.

That day, I thank one day I will always remember the date of this happy chislo17. It was dazzling bright snow from snow, pleasant holodok probiralsya raincoat for trying to freeze, recalling that everything. Winter soon. I went to polyanku where so often been the very parnishka, I was pleased to recall those days when I saw it as practice. In the far corner polyanki whether proleska, I do not know how to describe this place, someone sat me back and quietly vshlipyval. Mr. Blin is not my place to someone sad. I have already met to leave. This someone turned his knitted hat with a bobble as a clown, vzmahnula elbow, and I am painfully familiar statute glazyuki.

I jerk rylsya in memory trying to remember where and when I saw them. That someone smiled, razmazyvaya tears hug hands. I like oshparili boiling water, is the most Begun. Hello - said lad. Hi - I replied, my brain feverishly tried to find a theme for conversation - such as sadness Do not you should not be sad, oj forgive me for something I say what nonsense carry myself do not know. I went to closer. My name is Dima, for friends Tim - I offered him a hand. He stood up. Alexei. - He quickly hidden any object in your pocket.

Al, that means if possible - I thought that nothing like this has reduced his name, yes all right. Agha - he otryahnul jacket and trousers - does not want to walk? Yes of course - I supported his proposal and decided to immediately find out all that interested me. You threw that guy? - I asked, and continued, I saw you once in the forest. His face changed, it was somehow cruel, in the eyes read here. Well, I thought I now face is correct. But he suddenly donkey, shrunken beyond recognition and to begin to sob. Yes you drop it happens, just for the brutality with which I say to you. I embraced for his shoulders and prityanul to imagine he was so unhappy.

He cried and I was carrying some kind of nonsense trying to reassure him. He calmed down a bit, but I decided to make it fun to tell as I browsed in the hope watch him as eagerly awaited the day the back and then saw them together. neskryvaemym interest, he watched me and slushal.Vot so, and can not imagine how it is sometimes, - saying that, I smiled, and he answered me his wonderful smile. We walked silently in the forest. He stopped, YOU A Dima, Gay? No easy prikalyvayus - laughed and replied, I - well, of course, but is it not understandable why? No,I simply asked myself so without knowing why - and he responded smiled.

Yes enough for you, if not opposed, Tim and everything - I said yes. We walked another hour or perhaps two, he told me how he met, like spending time with his friend, it was all in the pink light, and then suddenly everything has changed and they leave. Mature women upskirts oh frost. And here - said he and up a pistol from the pocket - I took it from his father and if it were not for you, Tim, then. Well before this fall is not, to all the crap for crap - I tried to be convincing - Yes it is true that nG

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