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- Opus number 31. Sonata in G minor for piano four-hands. Part One.. Well, and voice, She thought. Probably, this will read the list of sinners at the Last Judgement. And all of it is good, the socle, locked in its key militant virginity. And some steps, steps! Acoustics small room and was not really fool, the number was able to give the walls is the tongue-in-cheek degrees steepness when the music turns into freedom, and this is dimensional clatter - received in her convoy. However worthwhile to put it on the ramp to contrast with two gnedyx stallions, vyskochivshimi replaced. What boy! What sections in half centaurs, they bypassed flank with a black grand piano loneliness, and that he smiles in all of its eight octaves in impatiently waiting.

This is to clear one’s throat silence from the last row, rushes foil nahalnoy chocolates. But boys do not hurry. They know their cause. They are waiting for a silence that is in blood stalagmite decoration. And finally, give it tumbling to the first key. The public is not yet here. She potiraet trolleybus mozoli and often not even to blink of cool televisions. But it has already pritihla, miracle began, and even those who are here by chance, pritihayut on the need to not to pass for nevezhdami. Music runs through the series, as the owner of a cat passing by, pretending that it does not matter, and before his knees and blankets to them.

She sent out, wash it all four legs, and only then, capricious changed, is returned. A knees-it is already cold, and no blanket is no substitute for the kind pulsating abdomen. But you need to turn that she bailed. And so all zazhmurivayutsya the sharp chord, and when their eyes open - everyone is on his knees on the gentle and delicate. And Hall umilenno stops, afraid to frighten off. Everyone - his game. Everyone - his-Part Two.. God, yes melknula Do not smile for the gothic facade of the museum pifii? With the Black She met a month ago.

Black - is the one that sits close to the piano for the hall. Its economy - the upper octave. Arpeggio, range, accidentally drops joys and small riots against degree. That he and in life. Sumatoshny genius, beating shocks from fingertips. Everything that happens with his participation, theatrical and air. It is inconceivable acquaintance, quarrel with the second phrase and eternal peace with the third, then again quarrel, reconciliation, the quarrel. Tears, smiles, poetry, music, music, music. Night city, empty entrances. I die, if you do not read me that neither of whether Mandelstam.

And I - if you’re not my potseluesh. Now? Now. HoroshoYa you kissed, where my poetry. Wax Prechistenka, abandoned monastery on Christmas. No, you look at this figure! Nekhoroshev look in the windows. This is not window, it is - a book, and here and character. The very character you. From the character hear! Laughter, the October foliage wallpaper on the walls of the Greater small world, again tears of happiness already. Love, bolonkoy barking at passers-by. I will love you here. Mature housewifes baba katya. On the balcony? Yes, where else! And you smile to the elderly, it is very necessary, as you do not understand. I understand.

No, you do not understand. Are you - is all that he has left. He had a wife at Vagankovskom, will go there at night, I will love you there, let them smile and onaOchen Old balcony, all of which were his things. Black can hear the whisper of stones; knows how to translate it into human yazykVot and now, she hears the crackling electric clivus at a depth of the keyboard. He, as always, heard the old tree, and other people’s fingers Titan grow it from the cuffs. Ah, Black. My tenderness, eternal youth fucking my poor soul. How good that you are always near, always rasslyshish stone, which yesterday touched me to wear downshoe-Part Three.

Ah, channels. Yes it is and winks! And because of the facade conservative dinosaur suddenly proglyadyvaet freckled mug Amaretty, Butter cookies from traktirschitsy Saronny, learn vsyakoeBelogo little to meet. He, dense, korenasty, vros keys in all ten roots. It can not be distracted. His fate - and basses pace. Even in its present he must monitor each drop, falling to the stalagmite long onemevshego zalaOn came later, just two weeks ago. She simply could not get acquainted with XENYX best friend and his lover crazy that happened on one of the rehearsals. At first, he showed rare She zanudoy, edakim peasant from the music, slowly pulling its slot on the five-lanes Ploughed Field stave.

Only at home, she was surprised caught myself thinking that thinks about White and could not stop. He was - as a kind of train windows at the passing pronosyaschiesya bleak villages middle lane. Rickety cellars and nekrashenye pletni on which all terrestrial razvesheno Russian endless sky. Yes. Heaven it was a lot. Therefore She immediately called it White. Later, wasted it in themselves, in their lives, it seemed a soldier zhenkoy, zhalmerkoy with Dona putting a patch on the patchwork of love life concerns. Huge images, some cows and koromysla, looming in front of her urban sumatoshnymi eyes.

It cost him to appear - and She was ready zameret where stood with the guilty look sluzhankiTakoy was negligent and its music. Each note Bass withdraws memorial bells ringing at the village church, cannon gunpoint well with WAD spring blue on the bottom, yet somehow frightening, nameless, Sorcerer ehomCherny, as always, was at an altitude in their definitions of people and objects-soldier, - said in brief White on it, and whatever added: - egersky Fifth Regiment. In two dozen left alive. Without it-Part Four.. Why without tray with its sladchayshim emerging from you at the century old svodnitsa? Whom do you nadeeshsya deceive his glass golosischemNedelyu ago She learned that Black and White - lovers.

The next day, she invited all stop valyat fool and combine efforts to understand the Privy. Gay mature porn pics virgin mary. The boys agreed, and it is the first night, when they were three. Black, as the waters were in the upper octave and rang throughout her body of their kolokoltsami. White also habitually to saddle basses and raspahal Her, incurred music for one brief moment, along and across. Crows Unasked doubt and shame kept away from this boiling suffering. Leaving Her, usnuvshuyu as land for the winter, they habitually engaged each other.

I have nothing to add. My pen can be as long as you want to recreate ink, repeating perennial act of nature, but it is powerless to describe even the experienced small fraction that night? No. Not in the force. - Part Five.. Mom, I have enough already, finally. As well, what are you today dacheNe was no concert. And there was no music. And at the grand piano played by other people. Ty same charge, White, posapyvaya sweet, and you, Black, as always chickens from the window, waiting until I zasnu. And I lay bare before you, once again, newborn, and I am ashamed and too sweet to know that everythin g happens as proishoditNo whom, features damned me, do not want to stay at least once Music, played in four hands?;, Fragments of a Hundred feelings , 1998-1999 /

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