It all became more interesting in a cozy twilight has always been a place under any mood and space for communication or in solitude. In summer day or evening we were at it. Someone chatting, girls something to invent in the kitchen, I was sitting on a small sofa and leaf through a book left behind by someone (master?) On the floor. It was Tomiki poems of Omar Khayyam. I have repeatedly found his book, which then ingest and wondered how this before I did not know what it is you want to read.

Sitting, bathed in magic folded words, does not notice. But there are things not to notice that it is not possible. For example, elastic thigh, Pull over to his own. From nowhere. And I think this predstavte: page, thigh, abdomen, chest, neck, face: Do you think it was the Light? No. Precise Light was there, but the village does not close it. It was Lyudmila. She appreciated the view, smiled and asked: uvleksya? Yes, probably, I say. It took me a book, read theauthor’s amusing made of sponge.

Like, asked. Reading - answer. It is shod in the sense of poetry, then issues a memory that is the same Khayyam, with the subject, then something the Chinese love, and I melt in her voice and sense of the word. For example, one after another, we forget poetas talking about love, then love and poets. After arguing. About love. She believes in it. But it is interesting to say and I say that I do not believe. Her eyes sverkayut, it convinces me passionately that I am stupid and it is! I’m smiling and stubbornly verchu head, cooled every escapade some sober reality, sometimes cynical, but it is still stronger start, and I like that, her cheeks burn: Now we both do not notice anything and anyone around.

But there are things that one can not overlook. For example, no less rounded and pleasant thigh on the other side. This is and was Svetlana. I turned to her and almost got that echoed his view, why all three laughed. Light said that following the dispute and if we are not opposed, it is ready to make a certain sound grain and may withdraw its level of theory.

This is how? We Lyudoy pereglyanulis, nedoumevaya. - Look, here you are talking, but I do not believe you. I looked at it with interest. All the time, it surprised me. Light continued: - I suggest you disagree. - With regard? - You say, no feelings of love. I join the opinion of Ludmila, but let’s for fun. That is, if you watched the girl’s eyes, hear her voice, which she will say to you - go, and you go with it - you prigoral.

If you do not go - I lost. Mature glamour so demure 2 popkov. Is? I am here podobaldel a bit and found nothing umney than to ask: - What kind of girl, and when? - Now. And what - so I will decide. Sitting around are already a handful of guys and girls interested, Courage this, I think, what’s wrong? It is because obviously a loser or. Laughter, someone advised not to argue with a woman - will be worse, someone podnachivaet vice versa.

Luda eyes sunset, they say, I do not know really, to address himself. And I decided. - And that disputes? - For love! - All laugh - Come to the desire for any! - Come on. - Said, as nyrnul. And he think win it, and desire: Bem hands. She darkly smiled and departed. All once poduspokoilis, have taken their own affairs. I also posidel, listened from Lyudy pointedly nu-nu. And stayed with his book. Someone put a bottle of beer, and I have it (bottle) again plungedinto the book.

And these poems I’ve read so is originally. They are also short and stored after reading. Read proiznesesh himself, vdumaeshsya in meaning. Simply sit, unsuspecting. The truth is now the head constantly broach the question of who had the same view of Light, who I must Pommanov and how that I could not refuse? Ha! A win - desired. I have no doubt that this desire - and my only decide how it will be. She said it herself - love! All that I have configured for a certain mood and I poglyadyval at Svetlana, the Lyudmilu, nice knees, which were good to me visible, she sat on a low divan opposite.

Light at this time caller and her call came she said. She sits down at the table and looks at me. I feel it. As she came, as a friend to all, I have not seen, but felt that was quiet. Just all understand. And when I lifted up his eyes and ran with her gaze - also saw. I looked, and so slow to understand - lost. Dogpiles jokes are gay friends. Just do say: let us go? Or I tell mys elf? She said: - Hi! - And so interesting to handle ago from side to side. - Hi - I said. Speck how pretty! She was white. With fantastic figure and feet. Face! We sit and look at each other. In any other situation that would be a nonsense. And here in the coffin silence think long kilometer seconds. I do not know how much, but it ended applause. Amy. Itself must assume.

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