- Well as silver accuracy determine how you provide the honour? - Identified. Honour below thirty-seven and a half did not fall. - And I have no temperature, but with ears. - I see. - Pro; Vizhu; anecdote is cool, to tell? - Tell. - At nudistkom beach. Hoarse voice from the men's passions:; girl I love you;.; I already see;. - Ty machiavellian - I laughed. - And what I told this? Anecdote, as anecdote. - Better tell, as there without me? - Cooking a play on New Year's.

; Mayskaya night or utoplennitsa;. - Yes, well? This is so much work. - Here's Pasha and all day and night. And you have a role. I vytreboval. - What? I am having nothing to learn. - Small. Nothing do not have to teach. You will be empress. Just three words. - What -; Lord, eat filed;? - Well, you daesh. Ty Empress, with here; Kushat;? You rule. - Povelevayu? Well, all right then.

- The dress is ready. - Not so bad, where I take? - Naydesh, find, wardrobe, which won big. - Well, anything skumekaem. Listen, but as there Svetka? - Do not know. All are covered by mystery. I think that the holidays will have an abortion. - Ty, I hope no one say? - No, none. Only Kolyanu, Tolyanu and Vaske. - Lord! How could you? How else Vaske? - Well, tractor driver from the state farm - he hihiknul.

- What other tractor driver? Yes you have taunted me! - Finally, I realized. - And that, and can not joke? - Good jokes. This is awful. Poor girl. Igor. - What? - We need to protect that we had this not happened. Buy. - Do not imagine, but to us. - Well, to us. Shopping. - Do not be afraid. I have already bought. They karmashke. And mom does not hear us? - Well, not now, do you mind that descended? And then, I am sick.

- And I thought, what you want now. All disease well. Radiators in vesrost called. - Igor, you sometimes. How can you tell me this? - A what? - Nothing. Sometimes. - Do not angry. Love you. We are a bit pomolchali. - Listen, and be with our notebooks? - Asked and I saw that onsrazu understood what is at stake. He pokrasnel. - You think so and wrote? - Curve, he smiled. - Even if not all, anyway, what do we do? No collective chitke tion may be no.

- Ty Law. Let's do it. All have notebooks let you perevyazhi verevochkoy them, and when we go to the attic, then you, as if inadvertently, damage in the crack between the buildings. There, twenty-centimetres width, depth of six meters, could not get any ways. I heard such holes wiping every twenty years, special teams scavengers. And if the descendants find and read, we have already threatened to nothing.

- It's a good idea. Come and do it. Only I do not know where the hole, I can not lose in polumrake where necessary. - Dash of me that I was carrying, and I damage. We have to say in a whisper, and he resigned. Now I was calm, matter, tortures me the last two weeks, no longer so easy and simple. Igor - umnitsa. Here, differs from the female male mind - the ability to instantly findthe right solution.

Somewhere I read; Um - is speed. Today's case - a good illyustratsiya.Ya feel that sleeps. Another pair of phrases. And if after many years, our notebooks will find someone? For instance, years after the twenty-edak so as Igor said. Then I will. How much will I? Wow, thirty-six. I seem to be a husband, family, children. As I respond to their maiden recording? If they me someone I read or hear them, for example, God forbid, on the radio? What do I do then? I smile on his proshlomu.

K e n t / Epilogue publisher / That's all. Admit, I fell in love with my teenagers. I do not want to part with them, and I recruited courage, went to school, went to direktrise and long tried to explain it, who I am and what I need. - Why do you need cool magazines such limitations? - At that time my children learned here acquaintances.

- No, I can not, I do not have the right. What names are you interested in? I called. - No, I do not remember such. So, this was even before me. Before I staladirektorom. I went to the address table and there I got curious disappointment. All my left teenagers who learn who the army. But none of them returned back. It turns out that six notebooks - is the only memory, the rest of my heroes. It has become suchas zhutkovato.

Recall Igor and his reasoning that we facing extinction. It has approved my thoughts to make records public. Still, I found a man who knew the story of my sponsors. Spermshack - new mad adventure. This was their teacher of Russian language. She alleged that remembers all his students. - Olga V., so you remember them all? - All by name. Thumbzilla - new mad adventure. - Here is a story written in their diaries, if not help to edit? - Of course, help. How not to help? She read the story three days.

When I came to it, she was lamenting. - The horror. The horror. - What's so bad? - I have not been able to teach them to properly allocate the letter with a direct stake. Then I realized that she probably slightly touched the judgement. She did not learn the meaning of written, but carefully check grammar and syntax. Then I gave the manuscript to my friend, prosecutors. - View, is it possible to print it? - I asked him.

He also read the story three days. The verdict, he ruled, valyazhno collapsed in the chair. Tycha finger in the most frank places in the text, spoke of strict liability, which should draw is the author of this phrase and for this. - Look, here lad girl to undress. In the ninth grade! This is impossible! - And you think, in a classroom as possible? - In what? - Wandering on hisface smile.

It is something natuzhno remembered. - In the tenth! On February twenty-third - joyfully he said. - And I also on the twenty-third - I almost cried - only in the eighth. But then I realized that my friend zatsiklilsya, as well as a teacher, only to his. Talks, alas, failed. Then I remembered that there are people with a totally fresh perception of life. Only a little. Recently, my three-year niece asked:; Ksyusha, what movie do you most like? Of those, what are you looking for vidiku?; About the way dyadenka with tetenkoy golenkie lying on the couch, and he kissed her and iron - girl replied.

Here it is. The child does not know that he already knows how to beat below the belt. By dogmas. Not mordoboy unbridled fighters, not in endless palba detectives. And do not even multyashki. And if need be, let the small Ksyus ha will advocate my teens. Or even better - a judge. More stories Oleg Boltogaeva you can find.

I like Igor. It turns out this glorious. As before, I do not notice? We meet every day. And if we Mishkoy and people do not show, only to complain about everything in the corners, then with Igor we go everywhere. Cultural program in our small town, especially in winter, but nevertheless we visited our museum with historical Svastikas Greek amphora, and a concert of symphony music, which came to our town quickly on any misunderstanding, and the Soviet exhibition schedules, which brought with a certain artist, decided to hold the winter by the sea. Everywhere we behaved badly. We kissed, hide behind the ancient Greek sculpture, which is true, too, did not differ humility, as it was naked.

I, a mixture of uvernulas Igor lips and almost utknulas nose at the beginning of a Greek male, which is sad sausages hanging down to the floor. Nonude - oh, really, these women s popki!. At the concert Igor took my hand in his, and so we sat all the time, did not like it very some babule, and when he put a hand on me knee, it was unable to hold mymra and proshipela something about Rachmaninoff and directly related to This humility. Igor hand removed. But we laughed. The exhibition charts obnagleli we do, we went into distant room, where absolutely no one was, only we peredoviki labour, strictly looks at us with their hammers, rake and tyapkami.

And there, under closer look stahanovtsev and chelyuskintsev tihonko we first kissed, and then became Igor iron chest through my sweater, I am not opposed, felt his palms on the thighs, under the skirts, he ironing my legs upwards, but my thighs exposing to the most panty. And there was no power to resist, and wanted it to caress me, like kisses, I would love. We met evenings, I trepetala on his hands from his fingers and old zakralas anxiety in my soul. Doubts have been my so much that I am afraid to say, decided to commend John. Hometwat - new mad adventure. I wish that all happened for real.

In adult. We love each other. We recension each other weasel. But can this bad that we have all the time like this, hands, fingers yes. I wish for real, sheptala I imagine, want it all. And I started building plans. Thus, we are both inexperienced, I think, therefore, must rely only on protecting my calendar. It turns out that the third on the tenth of December. Ensure. Now where? It's really, it means that in bed, then home. He? But how to say, come, I come to you? Far! Do some of podruzhek? No I have such podruzhek. And then, it will all know soon. So, I am only at home.

I looked at the red five on the calendar and could not invent anything. Indeed, the mother of almost all the time at home. The fifth number again fell for the eyes. You, my God, whether it is yes! Five! Day glorious Stalinist Constitution. The evening will go to my solemn assembly, then will be a concert. Usually they are taking me with them, but this time I will say the patient, I mind. La-la-la! Everything! So do it. So, coldly and calculatedly, I came to this issue. And all turned out just wonderful. No comparison with the horror that I experienced with Mishka. And Fingers, sorry for the frankness, not couple.

He made me twice, and both times had an indescribable state that the words to express it is simply impossible. I shameless woman, yes? You have to display sanctimoniousness, those who said so. With naturally, it is not ugly, doldonila istorichka us when we are in the sixth hihikali over Michelangelo's David. And if so, what we have done with Igor, it naturally and not too ugly. Why is all this I describing? We all such conditions. Then, I will not describe all the row. But something I can not resist. I can not tell you how pleased I was. Yes, I was pleased. All that he did. And the ultimate minute. How does it say? In order not to undermine the fabric? Start magazines, and I know how is called what I experienced.

The first real orgasm. That is true. And it was with us at the same time. They say it is extremely rare. But my feelings have merged with it. I do not vru, I felt, and he whispered to me that it happens. And I felt. I felt. I felt. I felt. Gentle boost its seed. One, second, third. Here's what I felt. And my sweet love unbearable cramps. It seems I lost consciousness. And now the fourth me. But neither of which I will not give. Neither of one word. I love it. So in the sentence and write. The next morning I looked at him with a strange sense of proprietress.

My, my, knock in the temple, and I was hot from this simple thought. What will happen next? Normal life, which is almost impossible to predict. All New Year's holidays closer and closer all the time when, according to our contract, we must gather our records, our notebooks and begin to read them collectively. Lol! If we would not be what is the collective readings. In this I am sure. A general must consult with Igor. I so love to talk with him. I am not talking about the rest. A simple - talk. So cool that I have it. My boy. Do not give. N obody, nobody. We walked for a long frost, I and I simply ill. Igor came to me, brought what is now taking place in our class. I cough, but he otmorozil ears. They have become such a comical, as lopushki. No, he said on something over and shook his head, and I started to laugh, because his ears swinging like a elephant.

And my nose is my ears. They were great, I like the elephant. Almost every day I came home to Natashe, was an occasion, brought lessons. Her mother did to me quite well. His father, however, zyrknul suspiciously silent and, well, and at that very much. In high school teachers under the guidance of sensitive paint, we have to prepare to play New Year; Mayskaya night or utoplennitsa;, all these so-uvleklis, should get something grandiose. How much am, for the first time in the role was drachka.

With Natasha quickly decided what to do with our records. We leave to their descendants. It will bring notebooks, hand over me, and I razinya, damage to their buildings between Pier. A bit of a pity, wrote and wrote. But do not let the god, if someone reads. Rehearsals are held after school, when the street was already very dark. At the last rehearsal Natasha still came. It has almost recovered. I conquered for her small role of Empress Catherine, only three or four words, but more importantly, that it was also with us, with me.

We sat for one party, all under the scenario Diamonds their words, and I stealthily compresses the palm of my girls. And suddenly out the light. It began something indescribable. Fantastic world gogolevskogo story that burst into the class. Someone vizzhal, someone catches, but we are Natasha, not sgovarivayas were kissed. ; Light will not be another half hour; announced someone in the corridor, gvalt lasted, I potyanul Natasha's hand, and she obediently got up and walked behind me, we natykalis on other students, lush run the class, somebody missed me by the arms I prodiralsya toward the door and ran to his girlfriend.

Finally, I realized that we got to the corridor and turned left, we went quickly, almost escaped, left hand, I dealt with the wall and it allowed me to accurately determine the correct turn, required the door was open.

We entered, and I densely cover a door. It was the other side of the building, and some moon-like coverage to the inside of the room. I knew one thing here, no one should come. Nevertheless, I grabbed a chair and inserted his foot in the door handle. I embraced Natasha, and we have come to the window. I press it to the windowsills, and we have kissed like crazy. I thought that I had not seenher whole eternity.

I started on one knee and launched the palm of your hand under her thick wool dress and became its iron legs. - I am not able to withdraw from all of this you - I whispered. - Pusti, I herself - she laughed. And indeed, she withdrew itself so quickly that I was struck, although she just moved down clothing, to the knees. And I landfast ice to it, feverishly lightning dergaya their trousers, it just does not zaela in the big moment, but everything to the gun battle ready, and I again prilnul to Natashe.

I took her for popku and planted on the wide window sill, moved to her ankles all haberdashery, razdvinul her knees and suddenly heard: - Igor, and this thing? - O, features, of course, of course. I delivery in the pocket, found this zloschastny bag, thanks Mishke, rvanul his teeth wrapping paper, up a cherished product and became wear, to do this, I could not, goat that cost toplay at home, but, finally, like napyalil, it all this time patiently waited for me - not the best scene in love.

- You put on good? - She asked for concern. - Yes, sort of - and I whispered to the press. - Today, a day without it is not - quietly said Natasha. - Yes, yes - I exhaled, looking cherished silk. I am obviously waited, my torpedoes hit the goal immediately and reached cherished depth. - Are you OK? - I whispered to it. - Yes, yes, dear - it breathe to the beat of my trigger, noisy and passionate.

- Natasha, I already close - to groan, I felt approximation of the explosion. - And I did. And I, I, - ohnuv, she fell head on my shoulder and to begin to tremble. After a second I took off, exploded and was unable to contain the moans, a bit like a snarl. We fell to the ground together, close friend to the press druzhke. We learned to breathe, and breathing returned to us, we learned to speak, and returned it to us.

Longest of all, we could not consistent where we are. Badgirlsblog - adolescents. And when realized, then became lead in order clothing at speeds of lovers caught. But all cost. But I could not think of where devat'sja used cells. Do not throw in the same class. To raise the whole school to stand on end. And I zavernul it in paper and put in your pocket, feeling, as far as awful. Somewhere there, in your pocket, lying broken bag. It was another chance this risky proximity.

But no, not today. I wonder why they put two? One must ask Mishku. How good that I got it generated. We quickly returned to class. Light included precisely when mypodoshli to door. Lord, how can we lucky! Rehearsal continued. I appends this book at night, after this rehearsal, after our embrace in the night class. I perelistal everything from beginning to end. Of course, something that happened koryavo. But I did not alter the will . This is akin to trying to edit past. What was, it was. I know one thing. I was sincere in its records. I do not eye, not gloss. I was bad, I was good. That's true. Take me as I est.Tetrad Natasha / They say it's time to love spring. And what to do if it comes in winter? Like me. I vlyubilas. Love for real. Do not even expect from yourself this. Mishka, and all that it was now somewhere far, far away, though not with me all this happened.