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Sweet June day.

And even earlier, on a sweet June afternoon, seventeen white pure bluebirds were blown out of the gilded cells in the large banquet hall of the still magnificent Prague. That day Masha Semenova married Edik Svetlov.

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For Masha, the marriage was not as socially significant an event as, say, for Edik, who was bored to sit under the wing of his Old Testament and mighty as Sawaof, the pope, whose authority in the commercial part was unquestionable. Marriage was for Edik an act of moral maturity, independence and the status of a solid and solid businessman, which he had long dreamed of revered ... But the special and lasting value of marriage Masha had for her father, a lawyer to the bone, who as a relative received in the affairs of the Elderly his cherished blood fraction, and most importantly, his trust in what the latter was generally able to relate to Romulo.

That day Masha was sprinkled with flowers.

- Smile," Dad whispered, "if you knew how much it was flattened out for all this," he whispered.

His honey-like voice inevitably revealed eternal sadness. Dad would never forgive Masha for bad marks at school, a hundred rubles stolen on lipstick, and, of course, for her blatant pregnancy, after learning about which he quickly led Masha to Kyiv - away from the dirty punk fascists, a boy who, as Dad supposed, defamed his dove right in the elevator, not even taking off his fucking leather pants.

Daddy considered it his solemn duty to condemn all kinds of fascists. He would have probably reconciled himself even with the unrelated jeans and hippies. Not with red-brown shit. He wasn't shy about it here. He proudly called himself a "hexadecimal".

From the city of Kyiv, or rather, from the prestigious Zukovsky hospital with an extensive gynecological department, Masha has the warmest and most vivid memories. There was a pig-like vivisector paired with a mustache assistant, for a fixed tariff cutting off the prodigal schoolgirls' unhappy embryos... What the hell!

So, Masha and Dad were already halfway to the place of marriage, when suddenly the parent whispered:

- Do you want to get married, my daughter?

There was a weak ray of hope that Daddy would give a backward move, and they would calmly go home and pretend that there was no groom... However, instead, the parent mentally calmed Masha down, explaining to her in a concise form, which is especially true now, in our post-stay times, love comes and goes, and you always want to eat. Besides, he hinted at Masha's inclination to completeness and, in general, he developed food instincts.

We must assume that he started Masha with a feeling that can not be called not only love but even a fleeting passion.

It is necessary to suppose that Masha, too, started with a feeling that can not be called not only love but even a fleeting passion.

And now Dad was quietly escorting Masha, betraying her into the hands of a man who might not only encroach on her body, but also on the very soul.

As for Masha, she felt quite embarrassed. Strange destinies fall to the girls on 1/6 of the globe, famous for the friendship of peoples. At first Papaevrei together with his Slavic-film mother. If the first one, to confess, hasn't defined his religious tendencies so far, recently hesitating between evangelicals and Baptists, because of their civil manners and striking democracy, the second one consistently professed the faith of ancestors - Orthodoxy - only occasionally tempted by the strict aesthetics of Old Beliefs ... And now - this Edik Svetlov.

When Masha stood in the capital's temple, covered with an expensive blanket - which was part of the Jewish wedding ceremony - she did not feel any high symbolic meaning in it, except for one hopeless show.

Richly embroidered blanket with premium flowers, pink petals, intricate ancient ornaments, as well as chubby angels, playfully splashing watery and sweaty virgins in their hungry mouths... All this, it is clear that it had nothing to do with how the new house will look like - namely, a three-room apartment on Pyatnitskaya Street with a kitchen instead of a dining room and windows to the east - and how the spouses of Svetlovy Junior will nest there.