Dreams, dreams!
Holding Edik's hand, Masha began to move in the opposite direction. Now everything was happening to the extreme slowly. Her hair was in a mess. Katia's tiny little girl was carrying a long trail of dresses behind her. The girl was helped by some anonymous child from Svetlovykh's side in a purple corduroy hoodie. Masha heard the crackling of the matter being torn apart when the boy stepped on the trail maliciously. However, it did not matter anymore. Masha wouldn't wear this dress anymore.
So, what were the results of what happened? First of all, as it was already said, the bride's father got a lifelong chemist, and the Slavic-film parent, Mom, breathed a sigh of relief, having fulfilled her life purpose - namely, successfully sold two daughters at the hands of hands, passing them off as undoubtedly wealthy men, at least Jews. In general, the Semenov family quietly ignored any nonsense like Baptist evangelical bodega, and also forgotten the dark past from the mother's side, when in the old days her distant ancestors were thoroughly pissed off by their male ancestors, who did not yet bear the proud surname of the Svetlovs.
In general, the Semenov family quietly ignored any nonsense like the Baptist Evangelical bodega, and also forgot the dark past from the mother's side, when in the old regime times her distant ancestors were thoroughly pissed off by their male ancestors, who did not yet bear the proud surname of the Svetlovs. Needless to say, Semyonov had absolutely no business, whether their youngest daughter Mashenka wants to marry this or any other candidate.
In general, at the right moment rushed crushing Mendelssohn, and then the opium-reducing waltz "On the hills of Manchuria" - especially for newlyweds. Already being spouses, Edik and Masha started their first dance. Edik pressed Masha firmly against him and, breathing noisily in his ear, confidentially reported:
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Approvingly shaking their heads, the guests watched as the newlyweds depicted something remotely reminiscent of a waltz. On the mommy sparkled family diamonds of nobility, miraculously preserved in the glorious times of Lenin-Stalin-Brezhnev, - as well as the deepest mystery of the most noble mommy's origin. Daddy was impassioned to suck out a cigar. Heartbreaking expression on the face of his mother-in-law and lewd face of his mother-in-law. And all these friends, the best people of the overwhelming national minority, celebrating an event that was like a bad dream for Masha. Even Dad's partner in tennis was here as well - a statuesque Rusak-state official, the same one who had recently suffered in the well-known vague events, having overstretched a little in the national issue. He was invited to demonstrate the democracy that Svetlovs has been known for since the thaw. And in order to finally glorify the idea of democracy in this spirit, the housekeeper was also invited, a semi-literate but devoted woman Manya, who was seated in an honorable place for everyone to see...
And in the middle of this wonderful family celebration of pirrshestvo Masha Semenova, the owner of diplomas of numerous literary and philological Olympiads, barely graduated from school and submitted documents to the journalistic factory, dreaming of the career of a journalist. And she was spinning not with anyone, but with her lawful husband - with a man who intended to fuck her today, not just to fuck her, but to have half a death.
Two days later, Edik and Masha went to the mother of the cities of Kiev, where, one can say, and their honeymoon began - a thorough tour of the places and places of the still brotherly republic of Little Russia with a final stop in the populated by numerous relatives of Odessa mother - before returning to Moscow mother.
On that first morning in Kyiv, looking out of the window of an Intourist hotel room in the direction of the gynecological center, Masha was thinking about the planned excursion to Baby Yar by Edik. Edik intended to see not only the terrible yoke but also to visit the memorial exposition of archival photo materials - both trophy and made during the exhumation of the mass grave. He wanted Masha to accompany him on this "excursion".
Chewing cakes and drinking them "Pepsi", Masha thought about whether the mentioned horrors really took place, and was surprised that at all she had agreed to form a company for Edik. In addition, she was sad that she could not find the strength to at least refuse him, because, alas, this is the only case that will not be presented to he