Completely spoils the mood call Dina:
— Oh, Hey, how are you? Are you okay? Well, then ....
For two minutes, Dinka manages to tell not only about herself, her news, shopping, mom-dad, but also to cram information about common acquaintances…
Dine-twenty-five. It does not work, but tries very hard to open a business. Wealthy parents bought her an apartment in Moscow, she herself from Sochi. On one half-a Jew, on the other-khokhlushka. Once I jokingly called her kosher bacon. How hilarious she was offended. With Dinah, the relationship was as clean as the mountain air. The merging of souls, a merger of telephone Stayed together for two years. Love as state of. Then she was a student, and I was younger kavaratti years. In the soul Dink romantic and vulnerable. In all companies – the girly-lighter. Sparkling jokes, she's not boring.
Over the years we became good friends, love dissolved. I wonder where she's going? However, it is the Dinka introduced Also in the club with the "Apple of discord". What Dean's been lying to me from the women's solidarity that nothing at Alla and Eugene was not.
I briefly tell Dinah about Alla and Inca's calls (all three blondes are now sworn friends, they are friends against me), about Zhenya. Dinara me in another times shakes the:
So what? To find your Prince, you have to kiss a thousand frogs!
And it says the most romantic and faithful of all! Although I myself is not ideal: and cheated on, and abandoned. But something's scratching at my words. How many toads?
After finishing the conversation with Dinah, I go to a convenience store for beer and cigarettes. Here two faithful friends of the real man-will never change, won't call an idiot, won't grow horns. Maximum beer belly and lung cancer.
All of a sudden – full stop consciousness! Hitting the exposed nerves of honey-sweet smell. Linden, July, sweltering Moscow by night... the Smell of childhood and parental home. Dad often dried lime blossom on the Newspapers under the bed - I fell asleep and woke up, shrouded in a deafening sweet aroma.
Elapsed time. There is now no parents, and I lost perception. In everything. Sense of smell blunted cigarette. Trust is broken by cheating the people you love. I do not want casual sex – apparently, age affects my male viability.
But maybe, after all, was right Stasheff, and that giving your body to the first comer, a water nymph wasting your soul to a complete devastation. That treason is the beginning of the end.
And over the night Moscow stunning floats the smell of Linden…