Голландский Штурвал - Звуки комнат
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It is more difficult for me to make you smile, but it is easy to get out of yourself. We are still sleeping on the same bed, we wake up to start a scandal. You talked about the fact that I was angry, then for half an hour was touched by Seryozha. I remembered Paris. A few more words. You threw the fork and went out into the hallway. Just another degree of madness is to look in your back. Everything is useless, you turned around, muttered through your teeth: "We will never be together again." The gaze became dashed. Everything is very simple - the road, concrete, crushed pigeon. And it's hard to believe that you are serious - long pauses. Dramatic poses. He returned to the apartment. Confusion, fatigue. The murmur of pipes. The room is empty. But in the air, the warmth of your body was still felt. On the shelf there is a crashed sailboat. There is nothing worse than everyday life. Broken things are increasingly thrown away, they are not trying to fix them. He listened to how water was dripping. How the refrigerator trembles. Twenty -one hour. Twenty two. He stood on the balcony and became disgusting. And it will not be possible to hide at home. You have to work, go to the store. The tragedy is not that we are all alone, but that we cannot be alone.

I called you at two in the morning and again heard that we were no more. Other people's words. A completely different voice. Slightly irritated and self -confident. Okay, tomorrow I will go to work or go again No One Lives Forever. But I feel that I will soon remember the soft hair, the elastic body. Hot tongue, cool legs. Maybe there is still a little chance? I'm trying to dispel the premonition of pain-someday everyone leaves us. There is no strength to scream or burst into tears. Over time, it will become unbearable. Probably, after amputation, anesthesia is still valid.