Tea & Cookies

Denis rented a separate room in the bar for 15 people with a table with the letter "g". He sat in the middle, I settled on the edge. after 20 minutes, Lena entered. Black skirt, blouse with a neckline, tights, boots. Lena looked good. she joyfully said hello to everyone, everyone except me, and asked people from the other side of the table to move toward the center so she could sit down. We were on opposite sides. The holiday moved in the way that everyone drank, congratulated Denis, said some words, and quietly dumped home, at midnight there was a man 7...

One August night, when my parents were on vacation, my friend Sveta came to me. We watched a movie, drank something, thoughtfully smoked on the balcony, discussed what’s happening in life. Sveta asked me about Lena. - We have not seen each other for six months, but, of course, I think about her. - Do you want to be with her? - I do not know. We can’t do it. and I want not. We converged so many times. You know, I’ll probably trust fate here. - At what plan? - Well, if I meet Lena suddenly on the street, then we are destined to be together...

Almost every man once gets into a situation when he is told that he is no longer loved. A severe gap, pain, snot, drooling, joint dreams can be thrown out the window. And as it is better to get chickenpox and measles in childhood, a crash test should be arranged for your heart in your youth. There is nothing worse than an adult man drowning in his own snot on the topic that "that very best dear has trampled him and all that they had, woooooooooo, beloved, come back." when you are first thrown at...

I called the Suicide Training Club. - Hello, is this the commercial department of the Suicide Training Club? - Yes, would you like to sign up for a trial lesson or have you already been with us and want to pay for the entire course, buy a subscription? - You know, I haven’t had you yet. I would be interested to understand how you work. How is everything going? - Oh, in this case, our trial group lesson is ideal for you, on it we raise topics such as causes of suicide, ways to die and consequences...

...but she sent me anyway. - Well, if that didn’t help... didn’t I draw anything under the windows on the asphalt? If so, then I will leave you now. - No, I didn’t draw. - Well then, I'm with you. How would you like to die? Although do not answer, we will discuss all this later. Pass the plush gallows to the next. Igor told her to the man that he was sitting to his left and looked about 50 years old. He had wildly tired eyes, dirty boots, and gray hair that had formed in the past few months. It was noticeable...

I have not traveled on trains for a very long time. I realized this when the process of making bedding turned out to be an almost impossible mission. There was a time - I dealt with this one-two. And now... it’s easier for thumps in shit to put each leg in a separate leg than that. but still, I managed and climbed onto my upper reserved seat shelf. On trains, if I'm alone, I always go to bed right away. As a rule, I drive a maximum to Moscow and back, it is about 9 hours, so just right. But for...

The rest of his poems were in the same depressing-empty manner, and after him came my old friend Igor Canareikin. The public adored him. He was a local star. Igor read a dozen of his poems (it should be noted that he had mostly nothing), then he announced a short pause and introduced his friend “Misha Rain”. - Natasha, he said "Misha rain"? Really? What is wrong with them? - And what is wrong with us, we are here for what, tell me? - Well, Igor, well done. but his friends, of course, yes. I would only go hanging with them...

Now writing something is much easier than 20 or 30, 50, 100 years ago. I'm not talking about 200 or 300. Then a writer or poet had to, at best, type a lot of text on a typewriter, and because of one mistake, reprint the whole sheet. Constantly carry a pen and notebook with you, write a lot by hand, and again, for the sake of corrections, rewrite everything. And before that, the guys were generally tormented with ink and a pen. These difficulties eliminated the excess. It’s so easy now to be a writer...

February sprinkled its heads with white sticky snow, which, falling on the asphalt, immediately began to melt. The life of these snowflakes was measured, although at the same time fleeting. they did not rush forward, did not fly down, trying to fall as quickly as possible. No, they slowly circled above us, writing out pirouettes and leisurely somersaults, enjoying their every second, and anticipating, as sweet for them, the last moment of life, when they collided with the earth, they would disappear forever, turning into water...

A couple of days later we played hide and seek in Moscow, and I was water. I stood against the wall, closed my eyes with my hands and began to count slowly. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. When I turned and opened my eyes in front of me stood an angry, whooping grandfather with a shovel in his hand. - Ah, so it’s you, fool, I broke the fence ?! - the grandfather shouted and grabbed my hand just above the elbow. - What? Which fence? No, not me! - It's you, little bastard,...

Friends in my childhood were divided into two categories. Yard and school. From morning to night with friends from the yard, we kicked a soccer ball, played cards and built a headquarters, and with friends from school... well... we just went to school together. It turned out that at the same time both in school and in the yard there was Stepan. He studied a year younger than me, skinny and fair-haired (even more skinny and fair-haired than all other children at the age of ten) and seemed to be constantly...

In my youth, to fall in love, I had enough look. Then, at the age of 18, every girl with whom I spoke was practically the love of my life and a dream. All the more popular with women in those days I did not particularly enjoy. It's honest. September was outside, and a sophomore I proudly paced around the institute. In the summer, I transferred to the budget, having passed the entrance examinations again and scored a passing grade, so now I (or rather my dad) did not pay for my studies. It added joy and money in the wallet...