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In the labyrinth of pleasures. Farewell to the addiction. Birth of Joy. A Love Story.

I decided to slowly start to publish here a translation of the book of Samuel Widmer "In a labyrinth of pleasures. Farewell to addiction "(" The Birth of Joy "). Translation I made back in 2008 and wanted to publish it in print, and here lay out a separate chapter. But the events of September 2009 in Berlin prevented me do, and generally questioned the idea of publication. Now, once the situation is more or less settled, I think it's time to do it.
Comments are very welcome.

About the author:
Samuel Widmer Nicolet - Swiss doctor, therapist, the father of eleven children, living with his two wives in a commune near Solothurn. He is also founder of the therapeutically-Tantric University Solothurn-Nenninghofen. Widmer known especially their sexual (tantric) philosophy, as well as the use of psychoactive substances in psychotherapy. One time he even had an official permission to use in psychotherapy, MDMA and LSD. Widmer - the founder of several movements, collectives, and communes, in particular the founder of the global community WWMM, as well as the author of more than twenty books. He introduced into the psychology of the ambiguous term "noble incest, according to which the parents of sexually injure a mature teenager, when the transition to adulthood on the basis of his sexual becoming suddenly out of a sense of shame and false "noble" begin to deny him bodily contact. This term, like many other radical views on sexuality Widmer, contributed to his scandalous known in Switzerland and Europe. In Russia, it is not yet known at all. My translation of the book - the first attempt to present his views of Russian-speaking audience.

So:

Samuel Widmer


In the labyrinth of pleasures. Farewell to the addiction.

Story of Joy. Birth of Love.

Dedication:
This book, I dedicate my daughters.
This is primarily about my blood daughter Sandra and Daniela,
with whom I have by this honor - to be my daughters - Are closely linked.
And then it - all those women and girls who are in our world without a homeland
looking and looking at me what they lack.
And I think before all about Daniel,
which ultimately did not want to be a daughter,
and Rachel, who is probably still want to become it,
but also about Vrenna, which is also sometimes Again I would like to be a daughter.
you all - hope this Earth.

Preface to the Second Edition

Here it is, the second edition of "In the labyrinth of pleasures" or The Birth of Joy ", as I really would prefer to call this book. Disappointment at the fact that psychotherapy does not give anything that I'm in your work therapist, or, more importantly, to follow my vocation, so little can change - the same frustration that I expressed in this paper - Meanwhile have been overcome.
My personal development has kept pace with the process that accompanied the writing of this book, and it really led to the birth of joy in my life. She flashes everywhere, she again and again is taking place among our sorrowful world, in spite of it. Like a living, green grass, she suddenly sprouting here and there, and exactly where, apparently, it just completely buried under a layer of heavy concrete.

And again, I'm sitting on the riverbank Arye, which each time is referred to in my books, and really plays in my life an important role. She - my sacred river, on the banks of which I really already experienced a lot of healing the soul moments endured many hours of high and low illumination, where every time I can feel the peace and quiet when bustle of everyday life and conflicts create too much anxiety in my heart.
So I'm sitting here this evening, this long, incredibly warm summer, and I admire in the late evening twilight dance of water. She really dances a dance full of joy! Dust evening sunset over the horizon reflected in her juicy blue. The air seems fertilized, all the surroundings, all Nature seemed to be conceived from the vibrating, the dense energy. Dark green heavy foliage invites her to hide in the shadows, a feeling of security that comes from her, like radiation from the mother's body. Still not quite quiet; dance of the day is not over yet. Crickets chirping as loud as they can only hear in the South. This summer, we knew for many years - a hot, infinitely long, carefree. On the opposite bank of the few people sitting around a campfire. Their conversation in my ears like music. The smell of grazing Nearby cows mixed with the smell of the water and tart aroma of summer greens. The sky suddenly a huge flock of crows flying, incredibly loud croak, - This sounds like nothing else can cause homesickness. They seem to have flown it to us, there must be hundreds, and they plan to slowly above us, make more a circle and progressively disappear, falling into a nearby beech line, where they spend the night. We live in paradise! It's obvious. Having eyes, but sees who has ears, let him hear! We just enough for our happiness, just enough to celebrate. Everything is perfect. We live in paradise.
With this you can add? That more can I say? Everything has already been said.
Nature slowly begins to subside. Dance of the water is replaced by a calm vibration waves. Evening sunset burns in the dark black moisture, appears in the sky stars, they light up and start dancing the dance of joy. Ravens have calmed down, the roar of the crickets, too, fades, and even fire on the other side slowly burns out, leaving in itself. Time to go home, relax, go to bed.

Yes, everything has been said, nothing to add, and this book, too. For Except for a few small adjustments and additions we have not changed anything in it. It is complete, such as it is. When reading the second edition of thought, that it contains, again became for me a new revelation. This is not my knowledge, this is thought to belong to all of us, who gave each of us in this quiet observation of nature, this openness fullness of life. He who has ears, let him hear, having eyes, but will see! But who have no eyes and ears to help is impossible. All is said and not add anything.
He who has ears, and who can hear, who have eyes and who can see, that does not need my words, well, and those who can not see and hear - his vision and hearing are not achieved. I no longer suffer from this tragedy. I am of the garden, dance of joy. Both are ubiquitous.

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Prayer Eros

After about six-month abstinence written is such a "Ode to Eros." Footnotes, of course, ambiguous.

Eros - my obsession, my eternal companion, pain mine. You - my vocation and charm, faith, and my native land. You - my truth, and I'm your debtor for life. I do not know you, do not run away from you and do not win, you and my prophet and my vice and my destiny.

O Eros! At all ages, people praised you and called you in their temples, and then drove you out, and adored you, adored and hated. They inspires you, hoping to soar with you to heaven, and then tearing your wings, falling from thee in unison, breaking into pieces the earth's stronghold. You have been for them a blessing and a curse, sin, but temptation and fate, the covenant and punishment, an evangelist and the angel of death.

First they prayed to their gods, lest you entered them into temptation, and then they made you a god himself. But by the time they have grown old, decrepit and rotted, and then, standing on the verge of death, they asked about the crumbs from the table of thine only about one a thin line of yours, one of only a handful of your gentle light. Others were looking for in thee Satan, but have found the Messiah, and then they worship you, then to make you the scapegoat. Again and again you clothed in the devil, and again and again you have exposed. Vozhdeleli you ladies and gentlemen, but they also hid you. You will not find a reliable shelter in the hearts and minds of the human, but also and was not you never of human thoughts and hearts spared.

greatest world crowned thee, and overthrew the ancient feasting in your honor ^a and dedicate to you my best poems and speeches ² . As you have found the root cause of ³ , but also attributed the you know coming ⁴ . Someone saw you a comic, then tragic, and sometimes tragicomic ⁵ . Used to say also that you permeate its light essence of all things ⁶ , because you get drunk with wine and poison, kill and kill others. Someone said that you are rich, someone that is poor. You attributed the origin of the most unprecedented and even pedigree ⁷ . Other washed you from the mud, but after thy same purity, they washed their dirty hands. ⁸

name to you - the paradox and contradiction, but also and the speech itself ⁹ . For, as I said, you live not only in the flesh, but in the word. Because they elicit from you your truth, you questioned how the defendant confessed you, you tried to talk, talk and talk. And while they still thought that you of something they do not agree. At this strange interrogation, they not disdain to torture or death sentences: - Oh, Eros - how many times they ¹⁰ (have) tried to kill you!

And always they are killed only yourself, you're not a born and not dying. One of the great genius was trying to justify you, denying you of contempt. He led a talk about you when sang great mind, the great sage and higher self. ¹¹

best of people saw in you muse and inspiration - a source of harmony, knowledge, techne and art. You - the life and freedom, seeds and fruits, caring and striving.

Yes, only one, the wisest of the wisest could get to know you and accept your gifts. I sing in your glory in the dark.

But my soul wanted to be with you to find peace and quiet, because feelings and my thoughts are open to you. I wish I could give you a heart and thoughts of his home and native land and find a house and home in the fluid flow and your in your light. As the ship docks after a long trip to the harbor, and I wanted to would find rest in your arms.

But you - do not harbor and shelter: You tortured agonies and contradictions, you're exhausted its own history, which have a history of war, not peace, conflict, and not compromise, interpretations, and no meaning. Because I dreamed to write to you a different story and a great My dream would be to release you.

In my ignorance and weakness in her I am nothing in the face of thee, O Eros! But the intention of my good and beautiful.

 

 

1 см. Платон «Пир»

2 Там же, Федр, Агафон, Эрексимах, Аристофан, Лисий, Сократ

3 см. "Эзотерика"

4 see "Tantra", "Maithuna»

5 see G. Bataille, "From Tears of Eros, as well as works by M. Blanchot

6 see Freud The Theory of libido »

7 see it Diotima / Socrates in the dialogue "Feast»

8 see Pontius Pilate

9 see "sexual discourse," "The History of Sexuality Michel Foucault

10 see the scholastics, the Inquisition, priests, fathers of the Christian Church and others

11 see Friedrich Nietzsche 4. Zarathustra's speech on despising the body. "

Old Manual Thermostat

Tantric story for senior kids and adults, young soul

Another story of man's creation.

When God Shiva and Goddess Shakti together created a man, all of them resolve spontaneously, easily and naturally. Shiva made the man handsome, strong and durable body, legs, hands and head, passing the base of the body - the spine from the hips to the head, and gave Shakti the most recent being the soul and consciousness. The work they suddenly stalled when Shiva asked how a person will multiply. Shakti thoughtful:

• can make him bisexual, like plants? Let each one reproduces itself. So it will be easier and faster.

• No way! - Said she Shiva and indignantly went on: - The same will be trash in relation to the great harmony of duality and unity! In this universe all the sexually charged, that is due to masculine and feminine principles, so even you and me. - He smiled at her friend cute-goddess. - And as soon as you yourself gave the man the consciousness, now be good to give each and a concrete floor.

• I did not say to a man quite demon hollow! - To protect the Shakti. - On the contrary, I meant oboe hollow man, hermaphrodite, like Adam Kadmon, God the Jews. So the person will be much more comfortable to live and reproduce in their pleasure. Will be a perfect being, and not divided, in the eternal search for unity, like you and me.

• All you have to make quicker, simpler and pokomfortnee - Shiva grumbled and went, not without sarcasm: - With these attitudes are you a straight road in postmodernism. Be there at Apple for lazy fellows beginning of the third millennium to develop the next generation of I-Phonov.

  Shakti has wanted to find his words insulting and immediately dump into a neighboring galaxy to hide there a single tantrum, thrown unfinished man go to hell. But Shiva time himself and conditionally stroked her head, sending her some of their kind of active creative impulses. He said:

• Dear Shakti, you must have understood me wrong. I had something else in mind: why do a man's life simple and comfortable, even when it is we, the gods, not like that? Let people too tense, always seeking unity with each other!

• And I, dear Siva, was in mind that you're too strict with people and everyone is always to measure just by itself. I believe that evolution should be man, even to us, the Gods . Why people are constantly straining to continue their family? Let the best make it relaxed. Human life is so short, so that he may even live it have fun!

• not so she is short ... Yet for much longer most of the other animals. But evolution does not mean laziness. On the contrary, it laid it in the effort to overcome the divisions and boundaries. How could we with you to reach such heights in the art of creation, if it had not sought permanently to each other, but always relaxed, dissolving into stardust? The Universe - is the active principle.

• mistaken, dear. It is only Your Universe - the active principle, but not all. And that's about the desire for each other and overcome boundaries ... Here, you're probably right. So be it, do people opposite-sex and, therefore, quite different, ever seeking the unity, as we are with you. That's just how they are so different, it will find? How will converge with each other, at least for reproduction? They're just not smart enough as it is do! Will not be the same, they are quick-witted as we are with you!

• I'm glad I was able to convince you - Shiva assured her. As for funds, it is quite a goal justifies the means. A person has a mind and consciousness, including awareness of the need to continue kind. - With these words, he just increased the man's head, plesnuv on his head a little brain out of clay: - This is so, just in case you did not conceive, how to make babies. Let then be a little smarter than normal monkeys.

• Wait, Shiva - Shakti is not abating. One brain here is not limited. Mind in general often is irrational and acting against himself for themselves. For reproduction can not do without the drive, the instinct of procreation, as in animals.

• But instinct and consciousness can not be combined! When are acting instinctively, no consciousness, and when you realize that you do not instinctively act accordingly! As soon as you gave human consciousness, an instinct he has to anything! He's not a monkey!

• Yes, once you get right, although personally I would categorically not differentiated. Monkey, for instance, I secretly gave you too little consciousness of almost the most expensive of our material. Therefore, it can now flirt, jealous and even proud of yourselves as I am. But one consciousness and the mind may not be enough for such a difficult process as reproduction. Do monkeys have a strong instinct ... Look you have programmed the human female during pregnancy length of nine months and breast-feeding. You own something before it is well thought of? How the mind and the more consciousness, she needed to for no apparent reason to condemn themselves for such long agony? Especially to sacrifice their full breast ... Honestly, Shiva, whether I myself a human female, I would like horrors only because of my conscience would not have gone voluntarily.

• OK uboltala. But what you specifically propose to do now?

• I propose to give more rights and instinct. Then some people will be able to reproduce only by instinct, like animals, and some others are still reasonably and consciously, that is, for example, choosing a partner for intelligence, age, same interests. Or generating offspring only if they are to this internally, spiritually mature. As you see, and I do not devoid of rational kernel of Shiva.

• Yes, you're really wise, My Divine Spouse. So be it, let the person in addition to the consciousness of another and the instinct. How would he only killed himself, tormented by these contradictions! Perhaps it for this yet Add your mind? - Shiva has already scooped a shovel earth clay.

• Oh, my God, Shiva, just not even more crazy! - Then your poor people like myself ruin. Mind - Is the ego, but ego is too fat is not conducive to procreation.

• It still depends on how you look. That, no matter how fat my ego and my mind made me generally undertake this hard work for the man? - And, while Shakti lowered her eyes in thought, he still threw for a man's head a little clay. He then cautiously looked at his creation and asked: - So what do we do, that people are not suffocated by the contradictions of the mind, consciousness and instinct?
  

  Shakti began to think, immersed in deep meditation. It focuses on addressing the issue all the forces. The female brooding her millions of light years passed like a terrestrial second. Finally she spoke:

• Let us not spare a man for the pleasure of intimacy with the opposite sex. Let sex, conceived as a means of to continue the race, will be his huge, the strongest available on the earth delights ...

  At this point Shiva involuntarily flared up again:

• What you say, Shakti? You're always with her pleasure! - He was indignant:

• Pleasure kill people, especially coupled with instinct. Do not you know, that the pleasure - the most dangerous drug? - From the enjoyment people will instinctively breed so much and it is unreasonable that soon the Earth for all his descendants are not enough resources.

  Shakti retorted:

• How "unreasonable" if you gave him much mind. - Do you think I did not see how you slipped him глины на голову?

• Все ты у меня видишь, все замечаешь... Но теперь я уже и сам боюсь другого, а именно противоположного: Как бы человек не стал злоупотреблять pleasure from sex? With so much crazy as he is now, he has, God forbid, come up with some trick , to receive pleasure of intimacy, while not producing offspring! Some people just lose themselves in pleasure ... And if, God forbid, will die out entire nations and peoples ...

• And this is what I, my dear Siva, too, had time to think ... In fact of the matter is that in this way on Earth will be a balance, albeit a very ... delicate balance .

  generations and nations will succeed each other, until people learn how to wisely handle their sexuality with pleasure that she gives them. In this process, of course, they will suffer a lot, but fun, too, will not be quite so deprived. In my opinion, I came up pretty good.

• It possible, Shakti ... But not much will it be gifts for the man? Judge for itself: its beautiful and strong body that allows you to live a long time, the brain, much more than the animal, while also strong and animal instinct, passion and desire, but also provides for so many of consciousness, and pleasures that we are now themselves have trillions of light years to save? Is it too bold for breeding and Sakti?

• No, Shiva, not greasy. In the end, before the man We have set no such easy task ... Reproduce consciously - we do something it able to? And as consciousness and pleasure for me to man our son to you, do not mind. I myself as anything else will live forever .... As they say on Earth, one only bread and water, that is, the wisdom ...

  Listening to her, Shiva wept and washed with tears of delight. But his fears were not yet fully dissipated. He spoke in a whisper:

• And again, you're right, my worthy wife. Yet, as Had our people are not confused in all this? On the one hand: the body, mind, intellect and instinct of procreation. Already a lot of paradoxes. On the other hand: Partner for all of this quite different, not like it, but even this mountain of pleasure from sex. And all this in huge portions, and only for 50-70 years ...

• let's learn and apply with expensive gifts and a strong energy. Why do we still kopim eternity resources? Or what you're hinting at, dear?

• Well, let's say that consciousness, mind and the pleasure we can give and the other beings in this universe. Sea, plants, animals, too, really need ... But I'm not about that ... Can we still another person and give wisdom, eh? As they say, from themselves tear off a piece of ... And he also quite ruin the planet, unable to adequately dispose of all these gifts ... Walk, so walk, Shakti! Let's also a wisdom of the man! A Shakti?

  Shiva tried to suppress her tears, stood out again - whether with delight, then Whether out of desperation. But Shakti has remained cool. She said:

• I can only give very little. - She tore her hair with one small, but the most beautiful, almost full-blown white flower - a lily. Shakti put it in the hot heart of a man-woman with the words:

• This is my last gift to thee, woman. The rest is necessary that I and the earth continued to live.

  And then Shiva also ripped from the floral wreath on his head a large red poppy. Stalk him he buried in the mud of human brain-men, so luxurious flower seemed to grow directly out of his head. He whispered to the man's ear:

• Rusty health, my wisdom, the last gift of Lord Shiva. I also can not give you more, my favorite kind. I do not know what cases are you mess things up ... Therefore, other colors still need me, just in case of fire.

  Then they Shakti blind person to a male phallus from solid marble and called it the "Lingam" while for women they are molded together of moist earth and sand receptacle, vagina, and they called her "Yoni". With the words "so be it! Tat tvam asi! "Gods adorned these tools of life and pleasure with two more petals, taken from the crown of their heads. Only now Yoni received a red petal Mac Shiva, buried on her bottom, and the base of the Lingam Shakti adorned its white petals Lily.
  

  They embraced - tired, happy and content, filled with faith and hope, that wisdom will flourish in their sacred likeness, a man by the name of Shiva and a woman named Shakti. Both are in the important moment for the universe clearly perceived as the growing flowers in their hair slowly fade away, throw on the skin of their heads seeds, which germinate again and again breed - so that now their magic power, the most valuable substance in the universe, surely enough for all.
  
  

  * * *

Once a disciple asked his teacher:

• For what a man given to sexual drive?

  And the teacher replied:

• Firstly, usually early in life - for fun. For young people, sex, eros - it's just a tool of pleasure.

  Secondly, as a rule closer to the middle of life, its power is given to us for reproduction. For adults, sexual desire - a means to having children.

  Third, are mature people with the help of learn to deal with strong energy, with their feelings and passions.

  Thus it turns out that towards the end of life sexuality - energy, designed to encourage spiritual growth and knowledge, enlightenment. In other words, it is a force with which we are aware of the great wisdom of the Gods.

  For such people, sexuality is a path to the source.

Berlin, 19.01.2011

Funnys Thing To Write On A Cake

Pro unconscious

Draw here such an improvisation on one job Hans Bellmer. In fact, this will be the cover sheet for the journal of sex and gender studies ROSA , in which I earn additionally the editorial board of the university of Zurich. The theme of this issue - psychoanalysis. There is, incidentally, is really interesting articles that we choose very carefully. And there are feminist-masochistic collages of fabric, embroidered alinkaalinka as avatar "domestication" of violence against women in the bosom of the family. Order new number will be here about a month and costs 3 euros and 2 euros for the old number, or 11 per abonnement. We will be happy.

Hitting Back Of Neck In Fall

of neoliberalism, dialectical materialism and the collective consciousness

News economic policy today reflects the contents of the collective consciousness (and, of course, the subconscious and the unconscious). Therefore, the degree of humanity, sociality and liberality first opportunity to judge height and depth of the latter, at least on the level of consciousness leading members of society. Economy and policies directly or indirectly, shape and influence individual and collective consciousness, thereby setting benchmarks for the zeitgeist. Therefore, we can argue that the ethical principles governing the political-economic relations today are almost certain neo-religion, or at least collective spiritual base. In the humanities gradually spread the belief that money is now replaced by spirituality, and the American Dream Christian idea of heaven ... And, of course, such a bold interpretation of the situation comes up against ruthless criticism from various sides, especially with the so-called "accurate" technical and economic sciences.
I still like to try to see our times and our future are thoroughly penetrated by economic and political realities, more positively, and in this case fairly, without falling into the illusion and do not follow ideologies.

Questions in this regard, we would raise the following: Are not already the money, political power, position in the social hierarchy, at least in part by certain indicators level of consciousness of the individual? And does not involve whether for a higher level of consciousness, spirit, intellect, willy-nilly growth within a social hierarchy with its attendant he economic benefits, at least in developed countries? And, of course, while this is not true (or not quite) what the legal, ethical reform that is necessary to change the situation in favor of greater equity, balance and ethical appropriateness?

I think the neo-liberal policies (In its best light) it would be reasonable to put yourself first and foremost is the goal - how can a more adequate level of consciousness, the relation of individual to its financial independence and position in society. It is obvious that neither money nor power, nor strictly charged positively or negatively, and therefore artificially understate or overstate their value would be one way or another abuse. Dialectical materialism, according to which the matter is "primary", and consciousness is property of matter in my opinion is only half the truth. As an integral, complete, holistic view to balance being and consciousness, considering as well as primary consciousness in his element, and as a matter of his property within this element. Degree of freedom the same shape the evolution of matter and consciousness: the they are more sophisticated, the more freedom at a certain stage of the pyramid. In this case, freedom is understood here not as an arbitrary action, but as its recognized need. In my view it is natural that such a harmony of life and consciousness, integrated into the strict but fair hierarchical structure, will ensure maximum self-actualization and freedom at the individual level, and culture.
In my personal view of the concept of positive neo-liberalism as a political movement which aims to develop an ethical concept, which provides that harmony and implements it in practice, has a future.

Restaurant Floor Plans

A cat-pig omelet (story)

Series "gatherings in the bourgeois salons"

Youth squandering himself, in vain or for nothing, and the maturity and old age of this regret. But the youth would not understand his wealth, much less to gain worldly wisdom. Perhaps it is in this paradox is an unfortunate fact of life: youth is doomed to ignorance and recklessness windy, old age - in late, tired cognition. Adolescence lightly burn yourself, not sparing the motives and feelings, and in old age sensitivity is dulled so that the motives for good actions longer seem worthy enough. Therefore, if human life is a small chance, most likely he founded in adulthood. And most likely he is to be able to grow old right to use the errors of youth. That's why I sometimes write.

Thus, the sunset years of the second millennium have been for me and my friend Eugenia time itself that neither is frivolous youth, frivolous waste of physical and mental energy going nowhere. Appreciated if only the feelings: those that excites us the art (not art itself), those who brings the love (and not the love), those who gives sexual pleasure (rather than sexuality itself in all its spiritual power). And now, the summer of 1999 while we visited with Eugene nudist beaches on the outskirts of the city, alternating these hikes with a concert of organ music in the cathedral, our classmate II chose the traditional path of knowledge: it is like to communicate with people like everywhere else looking for a boyfriend. I. to dress up, paint and go to the Russian parties, while we are frank with Eugene, hiding in the bushes near the lake. It is logical: bold girls in the age of 16 prefer timid intimate touching 20-year old boys, and courageous young man in 16 years - often ... other courageous young men. And do not because it is they like, absolutely not. And not even because they do not want to be like everyone else. Rather, simply because it suited them at the age of 13-year-old girl such touching is not allowed at any cost. Actions boys the same in every way hidden, denied, forbidden, but it does not change their often tragic необходимости и их сомнительной познавательно-экспериментальной ценности. Потому, хотя мы с Евгением и вожделели очень страстно нашу одноклассницу И., вкусную and spicy blonde with a magnificent bust, all that remained to us then - it's back-to exchange our nocturnal fantasies and wet dreams. However, I confess, Even these brief meetings gave an unforgettable experience and a little with what comparable in their severity perverted. We wondered about this behavior only with the advent Alexander. At least I was the first time questioned the correctness of our secret experiments.

with Alexander introduced me to AI, which itself became acquainted with him in a regular company, and immediately put seriously at him. After all, Alex has been (and probably still is) a man illustrative, and almost everywhere. Not only that, he was two years older than us, athletic complex and attractive, that he had already graduated with honors from high school and entered into a prestigious university. All this was considered secondary. More important it was thought that he came from a very intelligent, respectable and well-to-do family (his father - Dr. and businessman, and parents and relatives of the father - all university professors), has been brought about, well read not for years, and it seemed, could give the girl that almost all of them are more or less consciously expect from a guy: a worthy replacement suddenly somewhere vanished father in combination with tenderness, care and persistence. Alexander is ideally suited for this role if only because he almost was not interested in "this".

seemed that in his 18 years in spite of the lack of any experience in the physical links in the first place for him was in a relationship, sex is not interested. He cared and restraint, and even when hugging I.'s waist, did not do it as a teenager, suffering spermotoksikozom as well as the mature husband. When the crowd of drunken skinheads excessively frivolous flirting with "our" girl, he always stood up for her and climbed into the fray with five even alone. In the trolley he gives way to older, and the girlfriend of his friend did not let myself look even with a shy smile. Once, when I once sat on the other side of the MI on the couch, her hand passing hurt her knee, this utterly correct and monogamous type immediately called me to talk. Therefore, for the majority of adolescent girls impregnated by romantic representations from head to foot, a handsome young man from St. Petersburg, and is certainly a role model, personified the good prince on a white horse, since he could even drive father's car. For me, personally remains a mystery, whether it is conduct in regard to women's only a model of prudent costs of education, but in fact he secretly suffered similar bouts of excessive libido like everyone else, or Alexander in fact already been so highly conscious. And, of course, this mystery will forever remain a mystery, perhaps even to himself.

Whatever it was, the reason for our friendship served as the nineteenth day birth of Alexander, to which he invited the five to seven of his close friends, IM, and our correspondence with Eugene (IV managed to tell his new friend about her bohemian former classmates, and he certainly showed curiosity). Moreover, he personally overcame two hundred kilometers from his village to Leipzig on the new my father's golf to pick up the three of us and take an apartment, where he lived a respectable family.
parents and younger sister of Alex at the time prudently flew to St. Petersburg. Despite the absolute confidence in their offspring, they would not want to contemplate arranged their mess, let alone stop him from celebrating with friends. Only the next morning, I realized how well they did.

When we were at the scene, it appeared that everyone else is already in the collection, and already even under Shafei. Was the best friend of Alexander Tosha named Sent, ex-girlfriend Alexandra Maria, a polyglot and a student of the Higher School of Performing Arts, athlete legkootlet Sergei, who soon had to serve in the army and two of some puny twin brother presented to us as former classmates Alexander, now a physics and mathematics students. The apartment was bright and spacious. And as I looked admiringly huge family library, my friend, musician immediately sat down at the old piano, piled in the center of the living room. Bach sounded, or rather some sort of creepy improvisation, not only play, but listen to you was given only to the pianist. Therefore, Alexander half paternal, half in a friendly hit Eugene on the shoulder and shouted in his ear, shouting piano: "Stop mullet, perch, communicated better with Toshey.
course, Eugene had no choice but to immediately follow this advice. I do not без предвкушения приготовился слушать их разговор, обещающий быть по меньшей мере веселым. Но Евгений на этот раз не последовал своей привычке и не начал говорить about music. He boldly asked Tose, lean bespectacled intellectuals:
- Tosha, and why you called sent?
- sent.
in the living room there was general laughter. Only the Eugene perplexed. He asked:
- What did you say?
- I said, "Send".
- who sent?
- you, who else!
- I sent?
- Yes! You sent! - Yelled Tosha, mindedness which his companion had already begun to irritate.
Then finally came to Eugene and he priumolk. Alexander also, Maria and twins guffaws on the floor with laughter, despite the fact that such dialogues with Toshey sure they were already familiar with. I felt all this direct challenge and decided to play a little with Toshey, that is, work out in words. Also, I felt embarrassed and sorry for the other, and then I took a small revenge. It all began so:
- Send, and you jolly type.
- Sent.
Funny, but rude and cynical.
- sent.
Everything continued to laugh hysterically, already out of inertia. But I am not confused:
- Listen, Send, I, as the Buddha, many names. Some call me Fenya other cologne, and some, when I was angry, called "Mozgotrah" - I was improvising on the fly.
- Sent you.
- What smart, huh?
- sent.
- Your Cologne-Mozgotrah sent?
- sent, sent.
- Mozgotrah sent message? But who's going to fuck his message a little warm brain?
- Sent!
- Sam chtoli? Well, you're really stuck ... Mozgotrah sent message stuck, do not want to have a message to the brain ... Well, it's a good start, for example blank verse.
- Yes, probably. But all the same - sent you with my verse and sent to a good start.
- And the hearth, too, sent the message?
- Yes. Sent.
- all sent?
- Yes everything! And you, too. So far, no truncating or what? "
Tosha raged. Widespread laughter continued. At this point, it occurred to me to try to apply with Toshey Socratic method. And I continued:
- No, not yet truncating. Hence, Mozgotrah and hearth were sent Toshey-Message pOslanyatsya. But they are blunt, so the message is still not usekli. But usekli that Tosha - sent.
- sent.
- Tosha, I truncating you - sent. But with a capital letter, or did a little?

Tosha thoughtful. But not for long. He suddenly said:
- sent. With three letters. Understand you have finally!

I also pondered. And then slid Tose following:
- So you did was sent with a small letter, and with three. Thus, from the blunt dialogue with you, I understand that you stuck on your own behalf, the word sent. It turns out that with you only at the beginning of fun to say but then quickly becomes boring and then you yourself become sent. But, Tosha, it's not all. At this point - again - and your opponent gets inspiration above. Until it comes not only what you - sent with a capital letter, or send a small, in terms sent by the opponent. But this is the your opponent is still and suddenly realizes, why call you sent. This is the answer to the first ever completely logical question Gene. Call you sent (with a small letter), because that you, in fact, he always sent. This is called the "return" - as she hit the butt on the shoulder after firing a machine gun. So, if you're in the very actually becomes completely sent to the opponent, sent a hundred percent, or all three letters ... Become sent to all because all you say "send". I think you're in my heart is very lonely ... And in my heart too ...

Tosha silent. Others, too, willy-nilly priumolkli. I took advantage of this sudden numbness, deep breathed air, and suddenly with all the dope Tose yelled in his ear:
- truncating the hell?? YOU - Send! Is you - Send! With one big letters on the three small! And we Shostak .... we it ... go poslAnyaemsya chtoli until you got stuck.

So until we get up with Eugene and disposed of in a deathly silence, and Tosha rumbling after me, something like "tired of, cologne Galimov, Alexander was laughing and suddenly yells at us strange, but the historic phrase:
"Rukodelnichayte, pink clowns! "
And then all of us again becomes really fun.

It was an amazing evening, filled with many adventures: one of the very few truly wonderful evening. Rare moments of border youth, when everyone does exactly what can that he wants to do and does it with feeling, without thinking about use, nor about the dangers nor the consequences. Such an action is called "spontaneous game of life." "The Game" instead of "Genesis" - at that time favorite Shakespeare trick. Eugene played the piano, I played with words and colors, and Alexander VI played in Love at first sight. Tosha Sent stubbornly played with his pet - large Vasya tarantula, which he brought with him in a jacket pocket. Masha played in the theater of the absurd, Sergei played with a smoky gray kitten younger sister, Alex, kitten is playing with a guinea pig of the Alex ... And the twins ... What and who played the twins? No, the twins are already in anything anybody did not play: they have something to tell of quantum mechanics. And nobody does not care what nobody except the twins did in this most mechanics do not understand ...

When we are with Eugene returned from a walk, alcohol flowed a river, and the apartment has not looked like a battlefield. Alexander commanded by cooking a sumptuous dinner. In our company, he was the only who had a reputation for excellent cook many dishes and we are still preparing for his recipes. Besides art, he enjoyed playing the guitar and singing, of course, the entire Russian "Classics" of Vysotsky to our beloved rising star, had just released his first album "Zemfira". "I'm choking on the tenderness by your-my freshness, "- softly sang I., hugging his big bust of Alexander. Drunken Jack in a fit of jealousy was not able to withstand this touching scene. Because it is ridiculous to imitate a star, a heart-rending verescha and heavily jumping around the room. Shuddering all his heavy body, he squeaked canary: "I'm a girl-scandal girl air! My Kenzo-Sandal, with you our birthday », and laughter from our glasses of sparkling wine fell from the sky ...
our young musical genius alone in the entire компании ненавидел «эту дуру из Башкирии». Но никому даже в голову не приходило с ним спорить. Это только потом, год спустя, уже «взрослыми», (но все еще fools) we parted with him forever because of the different musical tastes.

But while Alexander was instructed girls in the living slice of bread and vegetables, to me - clean potatoes, and Shostak - Uzbek cutting onions, that he burst into tears and could no longer squeak so loud and heart-rending. It worked. When the potatoes were cleaned and cut into thin strips, I again went into hiding on the balcony under the pretext make Joynt of hashish, tobacco and cloves, but Eugene did not have time with me - he was instructed to Fry the potatoes in the kitchen. He was indignant, as the cook could not and did not want to, but still dumped the potatoes into the pan and immediately left for me from the kitchen, closing the door. Smoke and came back, we in addition to the usual action of hashish in the room felt a strange smell, but the emphasis he was not given. We all trust in Alex his ability to keep everything under control, so its absence among us and the smell of all perceived as trouble in the kitchen, where Alex was going to cook some special garlic-fig sauce for fish. And only about a quarter of an hour later, when the acrid smell filled an entire room and it was hard to breathe some, the Athlete Sergei decided to go to the kitchen to check what is happening there. He coughed much, opening the door, and jerked away, gasping choked fled to the bathroom. Gray and pink smoke coming from burning a strange mixture, gradually filled the entire apartment. Tosha Sent bravely breathed the air, ran to the kitchen and turned off burner, and the girls in the meantime opened all the windows. Alexander, worried about the smoke, he returned to the apartment to the stairwell, where he went to talk on a cell phone for the music in the apartment. Neighbors, the Germans, worried about the same gray-pink smoke on the stairs, have already call the fire brigade. When the kitchen is already aired, and the fire had not yet arrived, Alexander decided to find out what actually was the cause of the fire. Slowly and calmly he approached the charred plate and read labels on two bottles that were near the burnt pan. On the first bottle stood "concentrated wine vinegar, a second" powder cleaning of contaminated metal surfaces greasy. " Each of the bottles was a third empty.

found that sentenced cook potatoes Our musician for some reason, poured the contents of the bottle into the pan and turned on the gas at full capacity. To the question why he did it, Jack said, innocently enough, I did it was not intentional. He supposedly thought it was the olive and vegetable oil and not even looking at them decided to mix. So, they say, always did his father when something fried. In response, Alexander glumly looked at him with a strange mixture of anger, misunderstanding and threats. When he was brandishing his fist in the face of Eugene, suddenly intervened in the altercation I kakraz remembering and telling the others that I personally saw how his father Eugene store olive oil in a bottle of vinegar. Eugene immediately rushed explain to everyone that his father - a famous musician and theoretician, an Orthodox Jew and a psychoanalyst, keeps kosher, and therefore shared the so-called kosher and non-kosher oil, molding her into an empty part of the used bottles. The question - "why in the used?" Son of the musician immediately at ease replied: "How is why?? - For the sake of saving bottles! »
Some believed him, someone not very good, but nobody wanted to spoil his holiday. All the stupid laugh and went to dance.
When firefighters arrived on the scene entered the apartment, they found inside the wildly merry drunken youths. Nobody gave the event a great importance. Alex for three minutes, all cleaned and informed the team about the false call. Then he personally prepared in another pan new, inimitable to taste the fish sauce.

By the time of the dinner was nothing left but time was about three in the morning, stocks of alcohol in his father's bar, too, has dwindled. It remained only a few bottles of beer Baltika 9 ° for girls and a bottle of Smirnoff vodka for the lads, because the twins had already begun to gather at the nearest gas station to buy supplements. But here is our athlete Sergei pushed another, according to him "brilliant" idea.
he supposedly heard from army comrades as possible intoxicate all the barracks of a single bottle of vodka. The recipe was as follows: you have to tightly close all doors and windows, poured vodka into the pan and to include gas. Gradually vodka will evaporate. According to the athlete's intoxicating alcoholic couples is much stronger than liquid alcohol, causing opyaneyut equally all who are in the room. At first did not believe him, but the twins, convinced alchemists and physicists have confirmed that all the foregoing is true and even relatively safe. Alex tried to argue, say, from the frying pan and gas today is already quite adventurous, especially on his birthday, he Alcohol does not spare the money, but Sergei philosophically assured him that the same source can bring both happiness and suffering, and Toshka-Sent in general not quite to the point said that "like cures like." As a result, a majority vote against the will of the landlord, it was decided to test themselves on the action Vodka vapor. The girls ran briskly to close the window. Sergei poured into the pan the entire liter "Smirnovki, including gas, opened the kitchen door, and returned the living room and plopped down his athletic body in the armchair. Now had only to wait from fifteen minutes to half an hour.

all quietly dispersed in different rooms, settling himself comfortably on your couch, beds and chairs. When the soft places in the apartment was nearly empty, I prefer to wait peacefully lying on Alex's couch and relax. I do not remember how much time passed since the pungent smell of alcohol filled the entire space. A pair of alcohol, caustic and shrill, occasionally made in the premises of young people sneezing and coughing. Otherwise, everything is developing according to plan: we are all slowly began to fall into light alcoholic euphoria gradually replaced by this intoxication with concomitant progressive loss of sense of reality. And no one knew how much vodka is left in the pan, and how much fun will last and when the dawn. Will there be any? - Such an approach seems one does not care. Suffocate from alcoholic fumes like the Jews from choking poison gas chambers in Auschwitz? What - is simply c'est la vie.

From the heady stupor I was suddenly brought a cat meowing painfully across the room. Looks like she got drunk and choked. I got up a little on the couch and looked around. Gray kitten was sitting in the far corner in the doorway of a convulsive twitching all over, as if from a cold, and sometimes softly moaned. Nearby from him in a large cage with sawdust rustling concerned guinea pig Alexa. I quietly watched the two animals, though in semi-delirium, without taking no action. And the truth is: why? ...

sudden accident steamed vodka kitten and a cage with a pig covered an ominous black shadow. I raised my eyes. At the door there was a female figure. It was our AI. Drunkenly staggering and holding in one hand an opened bottle of beer, she glanced into the room and stood, leaning his head on the door jamb. For a while, she also oversaw the groaning kitten and guinea pig in a cage, with downcast eyes and madly turning the pupils. Then, like a somnambulist, She held out her hand toward the cat, leaned a bottle of beer and taking aim, poured about a cup of alcohol on his head like a poor animal. Kitten started, tried to shake off, a heart-rending myavknul and ran to the kitchen. A VI has continued to stand in the doorway. A minute later, she again held out her hand with a bottle on This time, the direction of the cage with a pig, and slowly, carefully poured beer all filings "snake", not forgetting, of course, and the animal. Locked in a cage Mumps hysterically tossed in his confinement, tangling mountain alcohol-soaked sawdust. But the AI only with a sad sigh, leaned over to the cage, only to neatly put an empty beer bottle beside her. Then she lifted her eyes toward my couch and glared at me with piercing eyes weary. I seemed to be drowning and was dissolved in her big blue eyes. Did she at that time I, or anyone else - that's what I learned just this morning.

I do not remember exactly how many lasted this spectacular dumb, how long we have not taken apart the eyes. I only remember that at some time, tired IV leaned forward and slowly stepped toward the couch. Then she threw one leg and fell on me with all his magnificent body, dropping his heavy head on her shoulder and type soft lips in my neck. At the moment I first felt some warm blissful oneness, joy and ecstasy. But this pleasant union of our bodies did not last long. Gradually, it became very hot and lying on my IV started to weigh me. I panted, quite like a kitten (or pig?), Whether under the weight of a girl with a lush bust, either because of high concentrations of vodka fumes from the awareness that our shamelessness with MI in relation to Alex and his bed, or on a combination of all above. I also think that this very drunk Bonding served became the first reason for my passion sexually spiritual practices. But then I do not even know these words. Some time later under the influence of excess vodka fumes, I collapsed, unable to even moan or meow.

* * *

I woke up only in the afternoon - on what gets sent to me by the shoulders shook and slapped his palms on his cheeks, lovingly saying "Wake up, cologne, philosopher fucking ...». Despite the terrible pain in my head, excruciating aches throughout the body and such an insulting manner of awakening, I am glad that is still alive. I opened my eyes and looked around. It was light, next lay, still slung over my one leg, languid and warm body Tosha I. Now, gently patting his cheeks girl, do not forget to sip her chest and occasionally slapping on the ass. I think that the AI just woke up from the last - I knew that she secretly adored such affection. We stared stupidly each other, and our cynical friend muttered sternly: "Both females are sent under a cold shower! Then - a march to the kitchen! Alex, blah, omelet you have prepared. "In a stuffy, smelling of alcohol air is really vital subtle aroma of fried eggs and fried meat. Although we both could then remember the night events only with difficulty, breakfast cooked for us by Alex, a guy I., evoked a strange mixture of feelings of bewilderment, admiration and distrust. Yet heeding the message Toshi, we trudged along a slightly staggered to the bathroom. When the door closed behind us, I. pounced on me with reproaches. Almost in hysterics she howled:
- What the hell are you doing in our bed?
- in yours? I just lay down with Alex to rest, as nowhere else the place was not. And that's why you came and went with me, that's for you most know better.
- I went and lay down to thee! - At her doll face reflected surprise and she almost cried in their hearts:
- No! I went and lay down to Alex!
- Yes, of course to Alex ... Just woke up for some reason with me - I assured her, stroking her hair fondly.
was a long pause. After that, I added:
- Firstly, drink plenty of fluids is uniquely harmful. Secondly, we both soon definitely be a problem. Although Alex and says he loves the hippie, to free him another relationship far.
- Yes, of course, and I'm even better! Therefore, the problems will be only you.
- Well, we shall soon see. In the meantime, let's go taste it an omelet.
in the shower, I quickly sobered up, recovered and reached a common concept of behavior. Still, last night I drank far less than the others. And in the end, I had an airtight alibi. This is not I came to evaporate the vodka, and I am not lured into bed II. Rather, I have not taken any active steps, but simply was a victim of circumstances and others' fantasies. But Alex, of course, could be another way of looking at things.
Coming out of the bathroom, living room, we found pale and tired and sleepy householder guests writhing in agony Pokhmelnykh. The room was in shambles: at the dinner table towered a mountain of dirty dishes with obedkami, and a small coffee table were prepared for us I. two full plates of scrambled eggs and minced meat.
- Good morning or good afternoon, my dear, - with a sarcastic smile on his lips welcomed Alex us, giving each device and napkins: - Welcome to the harsh reality. I wish you bon appetit.
We have instruments with obvious disbelief. Of course, I decided that until better shut up, and VI did not survive and yet asked:
- And why others do not eat?
- one who could have eaten, but most of us just hurts «Kater». A you eat, eat, unless of course you can, - with his usual sarcasm said Tosha sent.
of the plates with the meat came weird flavor. But look the dish is quite bearable and appetizing, with the exception of some grains and cereals, which were strewn with eggs. However, I did not pay attention to it, as the first felt hungry, and secondly in such circumstances, it seemed inappropriate to torment themselves unwelcome thoughts, and Alex's silly questions, the more about food.
«As long as Alex in a good mood, it is necessary to use it," - I thought to myself, and cut a piece of fried eggs, sprinkled with strange cereal.
Omelet was delicious. Prevented only all the same strange, but vaguely familiar taste, remember that I could not and did not want. Cereals and grains fun crunching on the teeth. We ate in silence for a long time: there was someone deep in thought, someone has coped with the physical pain and nausea, and Tosha, and Alex, these lepshie friends in conspiratorially at each other with each other. When our plates were empty, IV did not survive the first. She asked two friends:
- What are you so weird exchanges glances? What's up, damn it??

Tosha Sent stubbornly continued to pretend that everything is OK. But Alexander suddenly seized by a fit of laughter. He was laughing hysterically, holding his stomach. Then, timidly began to giggle and others present. Then Tosha overlooking leader unhurried gestured at the TV in the corner, and solemnly proclaimed one single Keyword: "The climax!»

* * *

TV was turned off. But top on the lid, piled four empty cans of canned cat Wiskas.
Nearby lay empty plastic bags, which were depicted various small rodents.

While we are aware of what is happening (for me it lasted a few seconds, for about half a minute IV), all, of course, neighing like horses. On this occasion, many probably even forgotten his pain in the stomach. The joke was a success for one hundred percent. We brought with I. ridiculed. And while I quietly wondered how on my stomach after yesterday's booze impact of this breakfast food for cats and guinea pigs Tosha burst into genuine laughter, saying: He sent his nerd-philosopher, cologne, and sent poor naive blonde ... "A sportsman Sergei indicative politely asked us: "Do you want to supplement our Lord? There in the kitchen after a little more remains to Shostak. »

Only now struck me, that apart from us with IV two more in the company behaved in a strange way. Our musical genius Eugene sat in a chair in the corner with his eyes closed and humming to himself under his breath, or napping, or meditating. He was for some reason all the forces pretended that everything that happens it does not care. And now I began to wonder why. It Of course, awakened and fed a beautiful omelet first. Charred stove, burnt frying pan, pink and black smoke in the kitchen wall - all this yesterday disgrace for Alex too was not in vain. As the saying goes: "He took revenge on us, and his revenge was terrible." And funny. After all, even with IM, we did not stop stupid smile at each other.

Nevertheless, he now Alex does not look neither happy nor satisfied. He also did not seem a man who managed with dignity and have fun avenge her new friends arranged for them at his birthday party mayhem. No, he is somehow contrary looked very sad, tired, grim and stopped laugh at us before the others.
When all slowly died down, Tosha again made a hand gesture of the leader, this time towards the balcony door and thunder a voice said solemnly: "Attention! Attention! This was the culmination! And now, in fact, the denouement. »
his voice became softer, and then gradually wilted. Almost in a whisper, he added:
«Comrade Sergei, I ask you to pay the victims. Our posthumously awarded the smaller brothers. »

He folded his arms in mourning bow. Then the athlete Sergey a peasant got up off the couch and went to the balcony. While he was rummaging in standing there dirty cardboard box, all eyes were fixed on him. Finally, the athlete pulled out of the box two fuzzy lumps.

Sergei introduced them into the room, holding both hands over long tails - furry little corpses two small animals - gray kitten and guinea pig. From them came disgusting smell of beer and rotten wood shavings. Slizkov nasty liquid then the blood, or bile, dripping with fur on the floor. On the necks of these poor animals were bred thin ribbons made more likely with candy boxes, donated by us Alex's birthday. The corpse was wrapped in a kitten blue ribbon, in the guinea pig - softly pink. It looked frankly eerie still life in the literal sense and disgusting and pathetic. Tosha in the meantime making a speech:

- Our little pets in this dreadful night were sent cologne and IV straight to hell. Died heroically, as a result of forced alcohol poisoning, "ruff", I mean a mixture of Baltika 9 ° »with vodka. Rewarded posthumously. - Quiet but solemnly explained the Tosha, pointing to a holiday ribbon on the necks of the corpses.

Sergei least ceremonially hoisted fetid little corpses on the two empty plates, standing right under our noses. We are horrified I. estranged.
Alexander also looked very angry and growled at us strongly and sharply:
- Got Game?! Wags, shit! This is for you for dessert! Now both - zhrite! Zhrite blah, whom they say!

In anger, he ran up to us, grabbed her neck ruchischami over and tried to force delete our faces in the dish. But standing next to Sergei silently removed his hand. I. We have closed toes and face with his hands.

* * *

While I was trying to recover from the shock, IV burst into tears. Perhaps only now, she remembered yesterday's ridiculous watering of animals beer Baltika 9 ° "straight from the bottle. I also was so sincerely sorry for them that I did not even make excuses and explains the guests that I actually have nothing to do with it. And anyway, maybe the animals would have just choked on one of vodka.

yet I thought about the real cause of their death, and Sergei was cleaning dishes, packing the bodies in plastic bags, IV suddenly fell down from his seat, rushed to open wide open balcony and resolutely climbed over the iron railings. Standing over the emptiness at the height of the fourth floor and holding only one hand on the railing, She looked back at us with their big eyes, though the last time. It looks like she really met jump ...

* * *

And yet all we all looked at her dumbfounded, unable to even move, only one, Alex quickly rushed to the balcony, leaning over the railing and out of all forces grabbed her with his strong hands under the lush feeding.
At this point, all genuinely happy, but we still Shostak and simultaneously thinking: "Well at last and he decided! »

Alex meanwhile, has caught her by the arm and turned back to the balcony. No wonder he is still involved in aikido. Then he put on a dirty blonde cement floor, his arms and said: "Not that there nerves passed, yeah? Stupid fool!! »
In response to AI just kissed him on the lips and whispered, half-mad polublagodarno: "Forgive me, dear ... Forgive me ... I love you ... I love you ... I love ... »

* * *

We all stood in silent delight and embarrassment of this touching love scene.
Only Tosha Sent naturally drew from his pocket a tarantula Basil and gently stroking him, as touching whispered, squeaky voice copying I.: "Vasya, dear ... I love you too ... I love you so ... I love ... »

At this point, everything will inevitably burst out laughing. But Tosha put a finger to his lips and shush us, ironically, whispering: "Shut up, you bastards, assholes sinful! Do not see what?? Our "doves" the first love scene! Be restraint and civility, blah! "With these words he put a tarantula on the ground a meter away from the balcony and ordered him to whisper:" John, Joe sent! Get them! ".

While Alex I. satisfied and tired tenderly embraced and kissed on the cold cement floor balcony, they were not aware that the events of the past days for them two are not over yet ... Unaware that after the declaration Toshey climax and violent denouement, followed by another and 'cadence'. That's a huge Circus Spider Basil quietly entered the balcony and crawled towards the couple. He approached the AI, now lying on its side, slid on his back, then on the blond hair. A little more, and he's already on her big breast, crouched and looked at point-blank, waiting for the fateful moment when she finally opens her eyes after a passionate kiss of love.

When this happens, heart-rending cry of blonde and our no less hysterical laughter for several minutes, stunned Alex. When she slowly recovered, we have a few hours trying to convince her that it was not a hallucination.

have passed since more than ten years, but the AI still surprised that in the morning not add on Vasin corpse to corpse of the other two pets. Like, "where two and three there.»

I secretly think she's just afraid of him. No, not the Basil, of course. But rather revenge Toshi. Be sent to them forever, this sarcastic cynic straight to hell.