Клот had disgust for Victoria seeming to it almost a monster. It is a little more, and it roughly would push away her from itself (himself), but music broke in time, it is successful them having separated.
Without paying to anybody attention, Black stuck to Evgenia and that reciprocated.
– A cool lighter, – at last the friend came off Zhenya’s lips, turned the trinket which is recently bought by Alexander in hands.
– Take away, – threw Klot.
– Charm! – afterwards eyes at his girlfriend lit up – to her the charm in the form of a little little squirrel turned up.
– Take away! – Klot showed a bit of generosity, without wishing to distract from thoughts for the sake of any little squirrels.
Couple more of shot glasses of alcohol drunk one by one cardinally changed outlook of the guy. What was seen on the screen was greased, turned into impossible. “Here, with me at a table same as I – they are real, this present. Others cannot exist as well as to me never to receive the notice of adoption of my manuscript and payment of the fee for it. Money? For what? For literary trash? For sitting on a chair? While others in a frost and heat, pottering about in dirt, get kopeks. Anybody can have no such riches, and the host – the madman. Who saw wealthy idlers? And differently you will not call their work. We hear about them often, but also about a gold antelope we know since the childhood”.
The life experience strengthened by a slave habit turned the persons broadcast on television into illusion of sick mind, insanity, a dangerous disease.
– Let’s go, – Victoria entrained it in a bedroom, leaving the hall at the disposal of the second couple, than that was not slow to use.
To Alexander expensive phone Black was necessary to postpone and to stop creating visibility of diligent correspondence by means of SMS. Unwillingly he began to respond to caress of Victoria…
At the night Klot woke up from terrible howling in the yard. Having got up, threw with a dressing gown shoulders, looked at the girl sleeping nearby.
“No, not treason. I do not love it, she is not Lita”, – hop managed to disappear from the head, but, despite dislike for Victoria, something disgusting lodged in soul. He knew, stumble in this way Lita, to him, hardly, such justifications would be pleasant.
Terrible sounds broke off to the district – so howl on dead men. Alexander hurried to come to a porch. A thunder, without noticing the owner, continued the business, having extended a neck towards the huge moon which is ugly sticking out on a clear sky. Bright red, she foretold terrible. A sheep-dog, having bristled up, sang on all voices. It became terrible.
– Quietly friend.
Having heard a familiar voice, the dog turned the head. The tousled wool slowly laid down on a well-muscled body. From under bushes the frightened cats gleamed eyes.
– Go to bed.
The thunder obediently rang out with a chain in the direction of the box. Afterwards stretched it is conciliatory the purring lodgers.
Having taken seat on a porch, Klot lit. The dream stilled mystical fear. From the sky the rare, but large snowball broke, tightened the moon a veil. To replace the Thunder, with the repertoire, the night bird hurried. Its hoot pacified. “On an eagle owl not probably”, – Alexander tried to solve the midnight actor, to define the direction of its scene – unsuccessfully. The bird sang everything and sang, remaining the unknown, filling soul with pleasant heat, bearing strange hope.
“I will achieve. It to me a sign, everything will turn out”.
Making the way through darkness, Alexander came across any trifles scattered on the hall. The road to small “office” lay by sleeping on the sofa.
“It is desirable to disturb nobody. Still there were not enough foolish questions”.
The guy wanted honor and respect, recognition thanks to creativity, but hesitated of the hobbies even more. Never any hint flew from its language, nothing gave the dishonoring secret. In the habitual circle of Klot similar occupations were awarded with sneers, and at guys, at all, were considered as feminity manifestation. You should not have spoken also about love to books if it is not ready to hear scornful: “Where this буквогрыз went?” But, if nevertheless catch behind reading, it is necessary to tell lies and minimize a shame: “In a year I read one”. Then grumpiness of an opener of secrets will be replaced by satisfaction – recognizes in you the brother: “Well, and that? If the book good, then it is possible to prolong pleasure”, – the benefactor will agree. As it is sad, and among Alexander’s acquaintances it was honourable to make buldge out the ignorance and at the same time to teach children: “Do not forget about lessons, and that you will be as I to drag bags”, – you hear proud remarks of parents, but not about advantage of knowledge. Going on a lie perfectly understand – study do not study, and similar comes from similar, and to the son of the bigwig of bags the same is prepared, but all the same we go on and we teach, it is so accepted, otherwise, why once listened to manuals of fathers. And happen to talent to escape from dirt, it turned in the opinion of already former colleagues into the weakling who is afraid of work, the ninny at once, and it is obligatory how it is paradoxical, in the uneducated fool. What to write or read, admit there that you have coffee, it is terrible – will call the bourgeois, the working class is obliged to play about a chifirok.
“Perhaps, it on a surface, and everyone has the secret world, as at me. For certain, the real people are behind trite jokes, alcoholism and abuse. But why we hesitate to prove to be, we despise everything sublime? As, probably, it is pleasant not to hide generous impulses and to receive in a praise award, but not reproaches”.
…Listening to rustic snore Black, Alexander went more and more surely until painfully did not prick in a leg. Constraining groans, it bent, pulled out a bra fastener from a foot.
“It broke off it, perhaps?”
On his abuse close fuss, muffled mutter responded. Having turned over on other side, the friend hooted, has a fit of coughing and again snored.
“Yes, it you will wake”.
Without having kept from temptation, Klot once again attentively studied phone Black. “To such and where there, at least over time to update the system unit in a leg”. As it is possible put a tube back more accurately. Just in case removed the devastated vase with fruit now filled with wrappers of candies and bits from edge of a small little table.
Having leaned back on a back of a chair, Klot shifted from a table to a window sill so nobody and not noticed books, drew a curtain. “Bulgakov, Dostoyevsky, Nekrasov”, – were appeared through through shabby fabric of a surname of writers.
“How you managed? Prompt a way to a pedestal near you”.
At random took the first novel, opened also at random. Words, – nothing superfluous – everything is clear and clear to a thought.
“Talent or persistent work? And what moved to begin? – Alexander extorted from interlocutors silent, severe by sight, without guessing the feature which is available for him, without foreign councils moving him to the purpose namely: possession of neither tolerable, nor average, and absolutely intolerable life. Compatibility incompatible always has unexpected and interesting result. Well, unless whom you will surprise with the journalist or the philosopher who wrote the book? Another matter if manages it the person who is torn off from high culture poorly educated, with a harmful environment. From under