I want to be with you, I let someone laughs, although a number of posts Well, Slyshish, as the heart beats. I want to be with you, I will not, I flagrant, Ty me gently pozvolTselovat your lips. I want to be with you, my blue bird, in bare stone dry, you not Dasho me drunk? The first sensation? Ok. From the soul. But little. And what I want? Poems? Sama also wrote something only twenty lines. But was the case in the number of lines? What I am dumb. I reread poem again. Then another. Maybe he, and the truth, love me? And I have it? The fact that our relationship is not such as to have been Mishkoy, it is obvious.

But what next? What's next? I reflected. Homemade sweet heat to exhaust me. Pleasant fatigue has covered the whole body. And I have not noticed, as Dimy usnula.Tetrad / We are still engaged in chemistry. But now it was only a pretext. We waited one, so that the mother went somewhere for and then, accompanied by gulkim tap hearts, our timid start it. Eternal fear that we could catch, compels us to do everything from lookingback, with apprehension, if undone, only three pugovki, if removed, then only slightly, to scripts on the first door on the first rustle be able to button o instantly, correct clothing, wipe lips.

How it all began? As I decided? Just what happened in class, naturally, I continued home when she came to engage in chemistry. Only now, no one prevented us. If my mother did not believe that either opportunities in the kitchen, either left the house for some cases. The father lost all day at work. People, my sister, the morning was in school, evenings, she runs to visits to his Genke.

It was Sunday. Father and sestritsa went to the garden, and wanted to take me, but I firmly stated that I should come. Lyudke is not very liked it. Well, stay, once promised, the father said. And they left. As we agreed, Sveta came after lunch. It was with a white skirt with big flowers for all field, red blouse with a small notches, atop a gray wool jacket, she dissolved spit, and that she was to face. We sat around a table, and my mind was nothing. Nevpopad I answered her questions in front of my eyes were just her bare feet high in thin, kapron stockings.

Tap my heart gulko given in ears. - I'm at chasok, - said the mother, looking to us. She smiles. - Well, zahlopni, please door - I asked. - Let's relax - I said Light. She looked at me in surprise. - Just talk - I explained. - Come on - she replied with a smile. - What? - Do you meet with someone from the school where she studied before? - Almost no, but what? - You have a friend there was? - A ball, Druzhka not been - she laughed.

- Well, and you meet with their Sharikom? - I asked. - Too far to travel. - Let it come. - And when will teach chemistry? - Chemistry can aside. - No, I'm afraid. The teacher, my angry. - It is I, or something? - Ty. - Directly, too, a teacher. - Oh, something hit in the eye, take a look - it pridvinulas me. I started to watch, afraid to touch it. Surprising that in the class, I was much more bold. Quite a number were her pink lips, and I wanted to kiss her painfully. - Nothing do not see - I whispered.

- No, anything in there, watch carefully - it lightly press me. I felt her breasts balls, and my head went around. My right hand as something itself behind on her knee, I pridvinulsya even closer, I have looked in her eyes and saw nothing. And suddenly I realized that she barely constrained from laughter. - Yes smeeshsya you need me - I whispered. - I punish you for it! - How? - She laughed merrily. She was a silver laughter. - A like this! - And I tknulsya lips in her cheek. - How severe punishment - she blushedslightly, but still smiles.

- Do not valid? Sauce? Here's to you! I wanted to kiss her lips, but it dare, and I uvernulas utknulsya nose in her ear. Left hand, I embrace her for her shoulders, the right was on its knees, and quietly hihikala Light. - That you always smeeshsya when tselueshsya? - I asked offended. - I schekotno of your nose - she replied. I pushed a little bit about it, now we watched each other straight in the eye, and our lips were so close that I potyanulsya quite naturally to her, she became otkidyvatsya ago, I potyanul it to ourselves for the shoulders, I felt that it was inferior and our people again converging.

She again tried to uvernutsya, but now I kept her lips tightly and touched her lips. Then again. And yet. - That you never kissed? - I asked. - Tselovalas. - Why did you turn away? - What should I do? - Sitting myrrh. - That I, dolls, or something? - Are you not angry, I joked. My hand, until that time peacefully lying on her knee, as if ochnulas and came in motion. Fictionmania - christmas tale. I stroked her leg up to the edge of skirts, down again, rounded up to the knee.

And again. Nonude - adolescents. It did not discourage me. I repeated its weasel. Then again, I landfast ice to her lips. At this time was a long kiss. I continued oglazhivat her legs, I felt that it responds to kiss me and then I decided, and moved above the palm, skolznuv fingers under the edge of her short yubochki. Now I was allowed to move the arm up to the top of stockings, before fasteners, for which he was invariably belt and back to the starting point, to its knees. And again there was no protest. And only when my hand moved even higher, and I felt her naked body, her thigh, then it has grabbed my hand and began to push off.

- How unfortunate that now is not the summer, I would you already fully sect. - Ty nahal. Stop. - How do you nicely here, solid lace. What is this, if no one sees? - How can anybody? You do, 'Look, you see. - So long as I waited for this. I now see a moment, then? Who is it? - So, for me the most. Igor, I do, and the truth, zamerznu. - Sorry, forgot, I also promised to warm - I press her face to neck. - Oh, schekotno, there is no need. Porvesh. I became a magical skin kiss her neck, then lower the fingers, I tried to infiltrate its combination of lace, under lifchika cup, but everything was so tightly that I realized that, indeed, rather porvu all this beauty than getting to her breast nipple.

And I touched her breasts through these insurmountable obstacles, and it still was pleasant and exciting. I looked at her face, she smiled a strange smile, and I began to kiss her again in the lips. - Natasha, I am in love with you. - And I'm you, but please, come on, I zastegnus. I sheets. - Good. Only promised me. - What? - What are we going to meet. What do you now - my girlfriend. - Good. - What; Good;? - I'm your girlfriend. - I keep myself zastegnu, all right? - Try. We went home and slowly, not yet entered the town, often ostanavlivalisi kissed. Raspirala My love for her. The bright and cheerful. Mother srazuzametila. - Something you all the light - she said.

What I can answer? Saying:; Mamulya, I have to fall in love with;. No, impossible. And today we exchanged listikami. It would seem simple tetradnye pages. But for whom simple, but for me the gold. I wrote poems for Natasha and onanapisala me. I wrote a poem in five minutes, so directly, immediately, as if vydohnul. Even nothing to correct. Cliphunter - christmas tale. What does it mean, inspiration. I am flying home to read the verse Natasha. I always keep a hand in his pocket, and hand her the envelope. As if I am afraid that it will disappear. Never got verses from the girls. Frankly say, and this is vyklyanchil. But still pleased. Even hot in the chest. As she wrote me? I do worry.

And here I am at home. How cool, nobody, I disclose envelope. Her smooth handwriting. Her. Something roly me throat. Tecla echkaI quiet azdvoilas vdug, Raskololos sedechkoMezhdu two, between the two. Red boy vlyublennoNad gitaoy sadness, maple Stay near domaShelestit, rustle. Another whispers of recognition, with it exciting to me, He is calling on svidanePri moon, with the moon. My heart in dismay, I do not know themselves, but I like both, why, why. Dozhdik syplet over Rechka, Proletayut year Raskololos serdechkoNavsegda, navsegda.Tetrad Natasha / My grandfather - a Nobel laureate. Her he awarded for the invention double beds. At the ceremony Swedish King delivered a brief, the infiltration of speech, and by the sounds of the Soviet Union anthem four muscularity Blacks made at the centre of the hall vinovnitsu celebration.

Enormous bed with canopy and ryushami. Crown Prince sdernul cover and before the stunned audience to appear naked couple, dealing with burgeoning love. These were, and I Mishka. In fact, I was on top and played an active role. Mishka shouted, hurt me, hurt me, and I was responsible, excellent ahead, fine, come on Mishenka, I forgot! From horror, I awoke. Does have an! Long came in itself. Calmed down so that the bad dreams and good order, which was proved much better. Of course, if the good dreams would be a good add, it would be better.

But only would not vice versa. In the first days of vacation with Igor we went to the forest. That was cool. Nothing, except kisses and light touch, but how to light the soul, not to describe. Night wrote a poem for him. We had to make suffer. No could not catch the rhythm, tone. And then suddenly gone, gone, and you get on. Only he would not have asked me to torture, pro split heart, and the like. It is just such a poem. Maybe it is not about me at all. To be clear, you can think of the title -; Song Bulgarian girls, for example. God, what nonsense, and here the Bulgarian girl? Give, as it is. A whole day was an envelope in his pocket, but he was not asked.

And I silently. - Listen, I wrote it for you verses - said Igor unexpectedly. - Yes? How cool. Where are they? - Here is - he folded up a pocket of listik fourfold. - Come here quickly. - Ish you! And where is your? We agreed that you write me, too. - And I wrote - I replied quietly. - But these are my grey. - Gray lyrics are not. If gray is no longer poems. - Here I am just such a case. - No, Natasha, no! Once you wrote, you should give them to me. - You will laugh. - I will not. Rather, you are going over my hihikat. So, mahnem not looking. - Well, mahnem, only you do not dare. - I promise you. I get myhandbags from the envelope and gave Igor.

- Only now do not read, then, all right? - Of course. And you prochtesh homes. And it will be to show red, so that all will notice. Now I would like home. Listik zheg like me through the handbag, through clothes. On the one hand - this is my own, on the other - the desire to read it unportable. I secretly felt that Igor and experiencing the same. Never before, I do not overcome the staircase at such a speed. I really do not noticed it, and, if I took off on its floor. No one was home. Here is I have no hurry. I sect. Drain. Came to his room. Towns in the chair. Recognize me before anyone wrote poems do not. Here is a pouch . Here listik. And I launched it. I read slowly, with smakom. Only tap hearts date was nevozmozhno.Ya want to be with you, (This world is such brenny) Not swinging head, You're my angel invaluable.

Without a quarter of ten, I was near her home. And she came out of ten, and we decided to do High shore, and thence to the forest already. Natasha was in a red jacket, trousers and knitted tATu. We went through the cemetery and went to the precipice. At the very edge of the old monument of black marble - our sight. There remained only pedestal with inscriptions and epitaph. Tradition says that before the war stood on the pedestal female figurine. A girl buried here at all, which in the beginning of the century threw down with rocks. Because of unhappy love. Guides like to tell that her feat, (so they say -; Podvig;) has since reiterated that whether thirteen, or twenty girls.

Only such beautiful monuments to anyone of them no longer put. We walked around around, revered inscriptions. Lermontov, Tyutchev. Below Zamoskvorechye sea. Height, of course, nightmares. We sat down at the shops. I embraced Natashu over the shoulders. - Nowhere do not feel brennost life, as here, at this old cemetery. - Yes, more and the sea, the endless horizon and noise waves - she said. - Are you not conceived over a seemingly odd question; Why am I - that's me;? - Oh, how many times! And concluded that it is the most terrible question to ask ourselves kakoymozhet people.

No answer, just horrified at heart. - Well, can not horrified, but some fear of the incomprehensible mystery of existence. - Yes, probably so. And that you often ask yourself this question? - It happens. At night, when I look at the starry sky or here at the shore. - No need. Before us, no one has found an answer, and we do not find. - Well, what it means; It is not necessary;? He raises itself, for any mood. - Sovetovat easily, and so I advise you. - Are you my kiska. Yes, I kiss you. -One can not, see, won babulya looks.

- She looks at us and remembers herself as sixty years ago was here. - What is she doing? - Tselovalas with their boy. Ty does not imply that it was young? - I suppose. But they probably behaved very modestly. - Yeah. As we have with you. - Come on, but? - Come. And we stood and, holding the hands, went to the woods. - See what a rare, long autumn as much gold left in the trees. - It is a pity that the cranes are already flying, I love to look at their flocks. - Yes! And you know what we smoothly in warm winters several years parzhuravley? - Is it? - Yes, I myself saw.

And swans. - Well, swans and I saw. Right at the city beach. The people feeding them bread. We went to the edge of the forest. Because of strong winds, our forests such nizkoroslye. But we have no others, so we are happy and so. We sat on softwood pillow. - It seems, may, many years ago a girl was sitting here with svoimmatrosom, because of the love for which she then threw down with rocks? - Yes that you have such sad thoughts? We have to enjoy life. - I'm glad we only endangered and that is sad. - Who is this; We;? - Well, Russian, for example. - Ty pessimist.

How did you took? - Here's an article I read, there was written that if settle in, say, on the uninhabited island fifty men and women the same. And let live. But with the condition that they are to marry, and each pair was on two children. No more and no less. Only two. And all subsequent generations and two of the following. But they will affect all the natural factors and so on. So, science proved that, over three hundred years on the island will not remain a single person. Because the two children did not provide reproduction. Sperm shack movies - my new secretary. And to strength not fallen, but remained the same, you need to have each had two pairs and seven-tenths of a child, that is the number e.

Remember, the base of natural logarithm? - Of course. And we have two children in the class only a few families. Three netni one. The majority of one. This means that? We vymrem? - Naturally. If, for example, we are with you not to rivet six. - Well you jokes. - A what? - Think himself - six. - A! That is something, and it is! Everyone believes that someone will provide rostnarodonaseleniya for him, or at least its preservation. And where is your personal contribution bad case, ask God for the terrible court? - Do not be afraid, but now escape in the maternity hospital, recorded in the queue.

- Pugay, do not be afraid, but the fate of the so-called civilized nations resolved, they replace the Asian and African race. Not immediately, gradually, but, alas, everything is going to do that. We pomolchali, sad plight of civilized peoples. Then we have something like, quite unexpectedly, have kissed. I tried to carefully stow it on the back, but it uperlas hands behind and did not allow me to do so. Yes I do not particularly insisted. And so I was well with her. From my girlfriend. Had I the right to call her so? After all, even more recently, she went with Mishka. Did they have anything? Is this dog has his? Serious question tormented my heart, but I decided not to ask anything. - What is your jacket tightly at lightning - I whispered, pulling out down zamochek. - I zamerznu - Natasha laughed. - A sogreyu you, I - I said, taking over its pugovki koftochki. - I sheets and diseases - it weak repulsive my palms.