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Why does the gas station never sell flowers, he thought. A clear case, responded from the inside. Flowers, as you may notice, sometimes adorned with floodlights poles along the road. Sell flowers at the gas station - mockery of you, stop here for five minutes in pursuit of their own frontal route. Besides, where did you see that the flower shops pritorgovyvali gasoline? - That the same. Filling Aminevskom highway at night (one of which is the name!) Was deserted, modern and clean. The white roof and a few square columns makes it similar to a small temple, edaky panteonchik zaezzhego for God.

The walls of the columns were izvayany rain and darkness, they seemed eternal. Each time, zaezzhaya to column, he remembered the same thing. This was a shot from the movie, very old, revised-revised boy in the provincial Soviet cinema. There, in the frame, was the same column, and also it rained, and the main character beautifully mock beneath it, opershis on the hood of his racing (or not racing) game. And also was the night, and square polovichok light hospitable capacity; themselves in the whole world, leaving the outside wall of rain all night enemy, someone else’s, evil.

Then the whole frame seemed piece tales - elegance columns, neon on the visor, an unprecedented politeness boys tankers. Carefully box office windows. And, of course, it stood at the neighboring columns awaiting their turn, beautiful, single, pending a miracle. She, like whether to Anuk Eme, whether Stefania Sandrelli on, unbearably beautifulin this piece of solitude, a drawn curve brush night lamp.

Night. Route. Rain. A lantern. BenzokolonkaOn whisper vymaterilsya and vylez from a car. Uglovato protopal to the cashier and burknul dark silhouette of window: Fifty in the ninth. The boy had already unscrew the lid fuel, hand silhouette emissions into the tray surrender. He took the money and went obratnoDozhd stitch on the roof, if lonely, prodrogshy to linen, traveller. Outside the column was based on wet Moscow, with cleft windows of their eyes.

Their flock tacitly keep pootdal from this dangerous places with the fiery water. He sat in the car. Made pogromche music. In the right rear view mirror he saw the boys who trahal his baby in the petrol tank, there zasunuv thick iron eldu. Baby zhurchaniem withdraw an intimate in the ground and seems to have been satisfied. He was himself undead. Ridiculous, unacceptable undead with their women. Since then, as one of whom told him those terrible words: You trahaeshsya as baba. He has a lot of unpleasant minutes, trying to improve.

He learned to be a blatant, cruel lover. He learned to beat their podruzhek and squeamishness surprised to understand that they love it. He went to school humiliation and anger, so as not falling behind in drinking companion. This was part of the ritual, he took it humbly, realizing that otherwise simply will not pass on. But here at the gas station, left after a heavy day, he allowed himself to relax. One vzmahom hands cut all dirty, alluvial, and the tide on a narrow strip of shells, in which sings sea She remained standing - the only one, like whether to Anuk EmeOn Not everyone knew about.

Together they proshagali strange way from the Communist Youth vozhakov - to vote along hiparyam from hiparey - to stop at a crossroads young gienam new life from the crossroads - to different roads survival and rescue. He knew that she pulled from Morrison, while all youth danced under the Boni-M and Italians. He knew that she would never be the mother of his children and his friend and will be the third (fourth, fifth) child in the family.

He knew that she would beg him to buy microwave, but prepare for babkinoy be only cast-iron pan, an old mother at a gas cooker. He knew that for Nee love - this kiss, and that is why it to pass for uniforms broomstick in his time, not to mention the present. He sensed the approaching Her great tenderness and the present, as expected on track patsan ear hears RER vulgaris, long before boring click rails usher the whole world about her appearance. He loved her and waited for this day, though managed to get armor to all cases zhizniFeya Gas - a strange bomzhevataya old, which are not visible naked eye.

But it exists, and try to dispute this fact. If you wait until its fate in this long, she will have to you my dry wrinkled face and reward for terpenieKogda boy pulled from the flesh Baby check-Grenades and have already met to close the lid fuel, a miracle happened. Or did not happen. Who knows them, these miracles? Because of rain, the dog otryahivayas, in square-monitoring-like world entered Same character.

At beautiful, like a toy, car, She crossed the line osedlosti Mecht and stood up to twenty centimeters from his Happiness. To this very Schastyu, it also needed the ninety-fifth, and reluctant She had to turn to the only form of springs for cars, so in open later vremyaOn smiled, pokryahtel starter and came out of the machine. New time taught his decisiveness, at no time for reflection. Voices music Nino Rota, mizanstsena touched in the way as tovarnyak, scripts and cornering power pomahivaya trip tickets.

In the seventies distant boy zalez hand in pants, or gathering seeds to find there, then deciding whether to sway the entire series privinchennyh friend to their seats druzhke nahalnym quenching hunger. Again, it was nowhere to retreat. He used to this, and every time retreated with astonishment at the fact that the world was left to stand, where stoyalOna withdrew from its toys and came up to him, smiling. It was similar to Stefania Sandrelli, and music by Nino Rota only gathered steam.

Not yet entered clarinet, violin but has already produced a quagmire, leaving little chance to walk-you broken? - She asked. - Alas, - He answered, and every broken bone his soul has responded to this question their scripts. - It is a pity. I can anything help? Recall that the rain not stopped. Its walls were in place, and a small Pantheon, close to two Gods, threatened to go on the air with all its contents. Mal’chishka had tried to reach out hose Her car, but he has nothing left.

Shoulders shook, he returned to the warm nook, giving the events to follow our own course. And events took its course *. Svoyak part 3 russian wives nude. She really loved Morrison, though always danced under the Boni-M. However scandalous postoyalets Per-Lashez and now did not rest its poor heart beating with a bird in it. She loved children, but treat them with panibratskoy cordiality, not allowing even thought about maternal strictness. She had understood their passion, and she was finished with children inthe nearest closet, whispering to curse the adult world with his blindness and callousness.

If you have to prepare her, she get babkinu pan and heat it tasty meat in the world. Online mature cartoons the first test. And yet. She; does not like sex. Or rather say it does not like rudeness in love, and found the strength to push off each uhazhera, through cross an invisible line. You see, she liked very kissed.; And yet. She never saw films about the night gas station, but she liked very walls of rain, and she instinctively potyanulas to the first hit, that does not feel quite lonely and nobody wants.

Need I say it, the former girl-avtostopschitsa, now Mrs. kassirsha was as two drops of water similar to Anuk Eme. While guests gas station saw only its silhouette illuminated by the contour of black-and-white box-office monitorom.Ey like this aging boy standing over his hood raised Meurs. It was from here, from this loneliness, this rainy night gas station, called people and their cars as something that will allow them to move forward-Eb your mother! - Said fairy gas station, next to prisazhivayas Her Dark Siluetom: - I say - life! Then looked and added: - Do not just to meet you, daughter.

Kolda, kolduy not, it’s time to change a light bulb. She laughed, calls, as only children know how to laugh. And tax fairy good coffee. A boy slammed the hood of their baby and went with a new doll in the rain. Who still not on anybody and do not laundered. - Zis end of the land. - Jim propel. - Let’s see - She replied. Fairy poperhnulas coffee and melted in gasoline pairs. She remained one. Apart from the rain, of course.;, One Hundred splinters one sense, 1998-1999 /

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