elephants which there is
Today on December 18.
12 years - as the snow gone, and the silhouette of the senses to the sky with clouds floats.
Moscow, four different pieces of one elephant in the matched terminal air-port.
12 years, or about four and a half thousand nights ..
Ornament of people, ideas, things on the porch of a misty memory today is obvious.
at a distance clearly. Clearer. Popersonno draw.
Andrew
Year 19-98.
In the car, we can not say what exactly the color, but the document is written that "white" man sitting ridiculous. Confidently and boldly he shakes ash for many years in the window flying car, the speedometer shows a hundred, before the eyes of his friend to every pothole track. Sucking saves outside is not so warm - at minus twenty. The so-called interior so let's say a white horse filled voice Laertius, though, note, it's just background for the monologue at the helm, our hero, to put it mildly, likes jokes. Yes, the character is quite free in his statements, the impression is slipping, that he was gay people in their own - then aged 28, was not nervous, but absurd, and it is just fingerprint, an impression of the profession, which, though it belongs to the mediocre, formally. Documented diploma confirmed our programmer. Specialist who, because of lack of demand for soft products, software, in a country which proclaims a ark of the brain, not easy, but good in demand, business is busy: he sells and convinces all those and persuade "as head banging on the ice," on the functions of advertising, especially outside, they do not care deeply from a distant bell. Note that, despite the prose form, thankless job brings our hero meet some absurd. With the right approach to the business of advertising, communication with the art-persons, forgive forgiveness for distraction, non-monogamous, Andrew brings a humble inspiration: an exhibition, reception, conversation right at the right moment - an engagement is concluded. As a result, smart apartment removable in the downtown of the city of millions, the party on the mountain-sea, though in a state of semi-rest, champagne on the outskirts of the circle "Vilyavinyh" - I note name does not own, and nominal, if not an adjective, characteristic of a special kind of people whose lives are in a romantic light was broken taste of Baltika. No, it certainly had all the soul: kebab, Pogarsky, bath, beer .. But in the morning hero got up and went on business, and creative environment sigh and fell asleep until the evening. And so the circle. The hero of our absurd from friend to friend moved in search of something .. something that could disrupt the course of events, but only settled as a component somewhere on the bottom. Kopilos, and money for some reason not kopilis, in principle, and it is not necessary: Raznezhe beside squabbling near by, friends are all happy, but something was missing my hero.
Thus, the essence of a portrait is as follows: our hero ezheutrenne in an apartment on 9 th floor, window with view of avant-garde Russian Detroit, in the kitchen the smell of sausages, each half asleep trying to find himself in a glass of tea varieties - some are no grades. It is time to include a leak and go original to sell itself: the absurd, something else looking ...
now turn came that he had found. 12 years later.
In the car, this every shade of explicit Bordeaux-nadtsatiletney excerpts, sitting all the same person silly. 12 years is not smiled upon him, almost ... is not wrapped in a skin of aplomb, and this at all despite the fact that our programmer is two years as the status of the new - now he's a doctor. Confidently and boldly he shakes off the ashes of cigarettes out the window flying through gogovsky landscape the car in front of his eyes to the familiar corn cob field. Hot coffee saves the window's not that cold, under a zero, but very humid. Salon filled with children's laughter, though, note, it's just background for the monologue at the helm, our hero in this is not changed - broadcasting stories. However, the character is now free not so in saying how much is free in freedom itself. The impression is slipping, he flies into their - then .... miss the year (more precisely, we add about themselves - twelve), although now he allows himself to be fidgety. There is no paradox, responsibility regularly, proportionally accurate answers liberty. Here let me step back: the year surfaced again ninety-eight, bike, and I'm on it, flying through the pine trunks and board coffin, shouting « The queen "and immediately get into the forehead - on a tree - God is a little pulled. Back to the absurd hero who each summer to Sue inhales the smell of the sea, inter-land in the medium Buonarroti, titanic effort he should not sleepy in the morning to go for brioche in the city. Then for breakfast - about Goethe lecture restructuring plan at home by Steiner - Maxim's wife is important, but far from the truth. Yes, a married doctor our long-forgotten sprats in the morning, but the joke about the sprats feeds so far.
Thus, the essence of a portrait is as follows: our hero from the French windows at sunrise smokes a cigarette, squeezing the cream, rubs his croissant, it's time to children wake up and go for .. 12 years later - the primes of their lives of one elephant.
elephant away, or my sister, 12 years ago sat in Airbus, on the globe intersect Ocean, before joining all the states - the pupil of the prairies through, with the wheels synchronous "Grey Hound". About what she thought? What felt, passing time at a rate of itself? Yes, there was a parallel: it is time for that has not yet passed under the bridge, strives in a century ahead, and I catch, like a fish out the storm with his lips in this long-lost ... I'll be back in 12 years ago to the eyes in a window that they thought, floating on clouds? And why did that day, a very different happened, stayed in the calendar December? They, in their eyes, hunch was read, that will not all sleep, that's what the paper was stored in stacks, will be life, will find nature, physical prism. And the numbers, it is usually peering, will play a role. Figure 18, the eighteenth day, the birth of her birth to him, the beginning of the movie about love. Then for frame frame: goodbye in the evening - poluustavshie portraits, Trigonometry, the taverns, Turkish dawns, the November bespogode back knock tap HH train to Moscow, Brussels, hotels, cities of Europe - a stumbling block, Sicily 12 years later played nocturnes underfoot. What has changed in it? No, she did not pragmatic and down to earth, still sur-realistic, intuitive, line. However, as I see it, the harmony still in sight, keeps silence piano tired of the keys runs a ray of sunshine, the snow around like a leaf, which is not completely used up ... tenderness turns, does not acquire its seven notes, do not get it melt in your hand a favorite, year 2010th.
Foxtrot snowing, the sky hangs the moon Leuven love ...
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