The Favorite Pastime

Granny wakened him and in half an hour they had been already drinking their tea. Last evening passed in an interesting and saturated way. Acquaintance with Fenimor Kuper’s works took place. This day promises interesting also. During the tea granny told, that today we will be studying “Come Back to Sorrento” on the piano – “such a nice sentimental work”, and there will be “Scarlet Sails” based on the Green’s novel on TV. True, pa has suggested coming to him at the conservatory to listen to a repetition of the Concerto no.1 for a piano with orchestra by Tchaikovsky. Oh no, it’s better to find some time and watch a mom’s repetition at the theatre thou this “Cherry Garden” is a little bit boring and not completely understandable but mom is just outstanding in it. However it shouldn’t be forgotten that from two till three the tennis coach will be waiting on the court and the composition has to be written also since the topic is interesting – “Hofman’s Fairy Tales”, but now it’s time to go in order not to miss the favorite pastime. After kissing his granny’s hand, the boy had left the house and on reaching at the next yard he had entered a two-door WC. Then the boy closed the door from inside with the rusty hook and after taking the knot out of the wall with a habitual move he had stuck to the hole and stood waiting.

The Window

Strzhelchik, a house-builder, was happy. Today he has a plot for the kitchen garden, and he likes his work – fresh wind and the guys on the building site are fine. His wife Klava hardworking and healthy gave birth to his two children. They are nice and so funny.  Soon the second turn of that handsome hotel will be finished and it’s pleasure to feel that he had his hand in it. And the weather is fine today – it’s snowing heavily but not windy thou it’s also fine to be at home, in his own two-room flat, sitting by the TV and children are mumbling.

Strzhelchik put his shovel into a mass of mortar then took the barrow’s handles and wheeled it on a sawn up log rejoicing at life and his physical state.

Behind a huge window of a good furnished private office the director-general watched Strzhelchik.

“No, I have to get rid of these thoughts, after all we live together many years, oh, what an ingratitude! She flies to Madrid supposedly to see her friend but here is this video, I can’t believe it, such an abomination!

And everything is totally disgusting at the job also. That rascal consul promised to open a five-zero account but has opened only four-zero one, a rogue! Ah, how it would be nice to spit upon everything and leave to the villa for the sauna, the swimming pool, the lawn tennis, the yacht. Oh no, nothing of the kind, the weather is disgusting – there is sleet falling, and moreover I’m fed up with this long-legged secretary, she’s always pestering with requests, a heron. By the way, I should change the chauffeur he cannot find a proper suit for himself, a lout. What am I gonna do? Perhaps, I have to endure, look, the poor devil with the barrow out there he’s unhappy also but he’s holding on!”

Country side

A country road was leading down under a hill. Feet were softly sinking softly in tan dust that looked like rye flour. Maturing wheat was in the ear on the right showing an effect of golden sea surface. Far across a field, one could see a birch grove and the noise of moving tree tops and birds’ singing was heard from there. A steep was on the left and after leaving the road and making several steps through lush grass one could reach it’s edge and see a wide glassy-like river down there. On it’s surface little ripples were spreading in different directions and it would be absolutely impossible to find out the thread of stream if there was no drowned man’s body floating slowly in the middle of the river.

Don’t Part With Your Beloved!

After becoming a widower, Fyodor Ephimovich got himself a toy terrier. The puppy grew up slowly and Fyodor Ephimovich got attached to him stronger and stronger so it was as strong as finally he could not even imagine how he had lived without such a tender, faithful and true creature before.

Five years later, the doggie fell ill with cardiac asthma and once being hidden under a sofa it died. With eyes full of tears, Fyodor Ephimovich put it into a shoebox and went to find taxidermist. It was not easy and cheap at all. However, after several days he brought back his pet wrapped in a bed-sheet and standing on a small, varnished wooden board.

When it was unwrapped Fyodor Ephimovich cleaned it’s glassy eyes and getting climbed on a stool raised it into a cupboard where a line of burial urns with his mother’s wife’s and mother-in-law’s ashes stood.

Nasty, Disgusting, Depraved or The Ordeal by a Woman

Stepping out briskly Marina Carlos has entered the Drama College building. She liked studying here. Natural beauty, good taste and temper – everything promised success in her life. Walking through a long corridor of the large building, Carlos was clasping a document case with summaries to her full-blown bosom. After noticing a teacher walking towards her, she quickly put off the face a smile of satisfaction, which usually accompanied her orgasm during sex with Jack and changed it with a smile of goodwill. After greetings, she went further.

She was followed by a piercing, filled with confusion and passion stare of a young man standing by a column. The stare that was licking Marina’s slim legs not for the first time, fixing on her elastic bottom, embracing the slender waist, setting between shoulders and disappearing in the hair on her head back. When the young man, staying constantly invisible, was watching Marina and that was happening pretty often, a “tornado” of feelings and a “kaleidoscope” of fantasies were appearing in his breast.

It was not difficult for the young man to stay invisible; he looked plain and had usual appearance, emphasizing his individuality with nothing. But if one could look into the deep of his eyes he would understand what a strong soul passion that youth had.

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