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8.april.99

Kitten

I'm angry. I'm really angry with system "I - world." The main problem is - there are invariant values and there is a time. The most people cooperate with time. They became "the time" themselves. They like Alice in Wonderland changing with time. I hate such business.

Some people call me Mr. know-all. They don't know I was Mr. know-all for a long, long time. One little example: when I was 5 year old, they asked me about my views about marriage. I answered that I have very strong suspicion about any marriage. They laugh at it. They thought it was very funny. They foretasted changing my opinion in the twenty years later. I didn't say I thought a marriage is bad business. I only said I don't see possibility. When I was 18, 20, 22 years old they asked me again. The answer was more evasive but my position was the same. Now when I nearly 26 nobody has a wish to ask about my views about marriage. What would they anticipate to hear? Some one thinks many people marrying in the old age. You already know my opinion about this case.

Some years ago I used to run many miles every day. I got prizes in the different race competitions. My sporting results were equal if not exceed norms in the special army's troops. My brains probably worked not so bad too. I was ready, (may be even glad), to work for crumbles. Is this a grumbling? No, it isn't. During the process from the absolute absence of any powers to the maximum and from the maximum to the fading, my life principles are not changing.

My father once said me about one trifle object: "You will be very happy, if you sell this thing at half price."

I guess it was the strongest unfairness I ever had. I answered: "May be I will be forced to sell it at half price. BUT I'LL NEVER BE HAPPY ABOUT IT." (He hoaxed me why I don't buy another car to ride in the town. I answer to him: "I have one, which I like. I like to ride on the highway and I don't like town roads. Why should I bought something new." Sorry, probably I harped about it before this but every time when we are going to the country he is talking the same - why I am risking to spoil motor on this speed and why I don't want new ordinary car. I am glad only about the fact he admits when I driving fast I am doing it with some chick.)

I am sure the most of people consider, the main criteria of being adult is "doing things which you don't like to do". Do you remember the moment when Christopher Robin became grown-up? The most happy people are those who change their life positions to the new conditions. They are breaking and changing and mincing their invariant values. They have got to know how to enjoy what you have. There is one Russian proverb: "The appetite comes with eating." - I hate this proverb. Probably I had strange tastes but I never felt it's true.

I wonder how people managing to cooperate with time. The most shocking business to me is the Very Expensive Voyage. Many people dream about it, some of them enjoy it. I - hate it. At first, this is very depressive to know that every second of this trip cost you pots of money. But the main thing is that you don't see that this Voyage is worth of any money. The main difference between voyage and life is that you just can't to go and to claim your money back. Your ticket is paid not by you.

What do I hate in Voyages else? The most hateful thing is the beach. What is the beach? Some people lay under the sun. They feel hot. Any normal man would feel the utmost physical discomfort in this situation. You are half-naked and other people are naked too. It makes you feel great moral discomfort, no matter are you more beautiful, or are they more ugly. Always there is the reason to feel utmost inner discomfort about such exposure. And the main thing, you are doing nothing and pretending you are like it. This is the madness to lay under the burning sun, half-naked and don't do anything. It's true in known way we can do nothing not only on the beach, but on the beach this become the most appalling practice.

What is the use? The use is only one. You can make feel OTHERS, that you are enjoying to feel stuffy sun beams, you are enjoying to be naked and to see the other's nakedness and you are at the heaven from your laziness. On the beach man has only one chance to enjoy - to pretend. Some like to call it competition spirit, but some one calls it arrogance. Unless you are lucky to connive the Time. Unless you are getting using to it.

I'm sure many people can prove themselves they having fun and pleasure. The main explanation they can give: "We have what we have this is very wise to have fun out of it." I agree, this is very clever. You had good plan. You failed to realize it. You have new very good plan and very optimistic about it. - Cool!

Suppose there is luck in the world. And time gives you in your lifetime one definitely happy period. This is true. But suppose you know how it comes and how it goes? This is the drop in the ocean. You must enjoy it. I knew it by myself and enjoyed it too.

What is the conclusion? There is happy admass, ready to change their tastes, and there are invariant people. Who are born with scope and die with the same scope too. I agree the time is very cute opponent. This remind me when you hear dirty joke you can't help laughing. I disagree with church that there is a devil in the world but I'm ready to agree that there is a devil, which goad you to laugh at dirty joke.

Girls know more about life. I don't know how and why but it seems to me proved fact. They need no man but they need guts. There is no need to be handsome or clever or kind or anything else to guts. Guts must do only one thing - to be sufficiently strong to digest rude reality. There are no any wishes in the guts. There is only instinct to devour and to digest. Don't ask guts why they do it. Instinct has no any sense in the scope of one person.

Some one used to say: "the strongest survives." This is nonsense. There is more truth in the next: "Survives that community which can propagate". (Imagine one strong and lone lion and many weak and filthy rats. In any case the winner will live, and as rule it is the next generation which will really live.) But the more truthful will be to say: "Survives that community which improves itself for future life".

I already told you about Russian movie: "9 days of one year". One of the heroes says there: "The man didn't change himself for a thousands years. Civilization and social institutions are developing, human nature - not". People always believed in witches. People always liked to look at blood. In the medieval people burned witches on the fires and women and children liked to look at blood at the squares. Today people still burn witches and children and women very like to watch blood on the CNN. Are they better then their ancestors? Their ancestors had a thousand times more justification to look at it. They thought it is right noble and holy to burn witches and to feast in blood. But today five-hundred-years-more clever women and children watched the same.

What about me? I knew it all when I was 5 years old. I knew everything about women, about work, about politics, about life, about myself. I knew even that I would never know one particular thing. I want to think there are not many people who can say the same.

About myself: Milne talked: "The main thing not to be afraid". I don't know, probably he is right. But I think the problem with me is I am too squeamish, fastidious, finical and feeling disgust.

I have no instincts. I want to ask "why?" every time. There was time when I couldn't understand why people eat. - I didn't eat more than two months. At last I understood - this is no instinct, this is necessity to live.

BUT THE MAIN THING IN THE INSTINCT IS NOT WISH BUT FEAR.

Fear to be hungry, fear to be dead, fear to be alone.

You don't want anything you are only afraid to want it really.

Human is not subject of lust and wish, but subject of fear. If you are not afraid you are not sufficiently human. THE MAIN FEAR IS FEAR TO BE LATE, ONE'S AFRAID TO MISS TIME. Man is in hurry to got to know something about life. Then when he is in the plenitude of his powers he is in hurry to propagate himself.

I hate to be afraid I hate to feel fear. I hate to be scared by time. This is not clever but I can't help it.

Many people argue are there love or not -

When you see one girl you are not really "in love" with her. You are afraid to miss her. When I saw my old acquaintance first time I understood - this is not love, but I will never forgive myself if I miss her. She isn't in love with me too. She needs to know I'm hers. That's enough to her. She thinks she will not miss me in that way. (I don't remember did she say: "I will never release you", or not. But the general effect is the same). She doesn't need my humor, money, gifts, presence, anything. The fact of my belonging is enough to her.

One girl, as matter of fact Irene from Ukraine, said: "I'm special". But I know in what way I'm special. You could see my photo. I used to smile broad, (like Chehirre cat). But all through my life I was called by different people in different circumstances as "Knight of Sorrow Image". (I even remember the names of last four men who called me so.)

Again will anybody tell me why nobody loved Quixote and Sherlock Holmes? What was their fault?

There was a movie "Short Encounters", (not English, but Russian one. Visotskiy starred there.) There were man and woman. Man said to the woman: "You will love me only in one case, - when I will feel vomiting sickness with life, when I will hate myself and whole word." - He was a strong man but he didn't want to be a guts.

About girl and politics: When I was in school, there was one bad guy. He was physically strong and aggressive. He humiliated and violated girls and boys. He spat and hit in the faces of girls. - They adored him. They fought with their nails in their faces to have a right to sit near him. Such things were made by more active part of girls, but when he sat at the piano and played a couple of tunes every home girl was in love with him. On the leaving celebration he demonstratively walked out several times with different girls - it was awful. He was really bad boy. One guy said once about other boy who was pestered in that time: "I wonder why he don't shoot him for this?" (And it was true - any man should kill in such circumstances). (By the way that guy who said this phrase became Kick-Boxing Champion in Moscow afterwards. He was very strong guy but he was underdog in the company with that bad guy.) Every one was in the company of that bad boy and every one was underdog, (except me). He called himself Admiral, and others accordingly by other inferior military ranks. I had no rank. I was only one who was out of his company. Have you ever read "Called Wild" by Jack London? He was wolf Larsen and I was Mr. Van Vaden. I talked about this with one girl in the chat and she called me spineless.- So I know something about girls, I know something about politics.

9.april.99

Hurray! I moved my computer to my bed! All my troubles are over! I lay and print - cool! The dream of dreams! Nothing is strained - comfort is 90% of happiness. From now my notes will be better. (Do you know what is the gist? - never sat near computer naked. I begin to sympathize with nudists).

Talking about invariant things, called by mathematicians as constants, - I always had dispositions to blondes. Or rather to light browned. We call it "rusiy" so I always thought such fair hair are our national pride. I read more exact word for this hair but I am very pity I forgot it. This computer dictionary too scanty for good words. (As matter of fact - it's loony. For example: there is translation for "raven-head" but there isn't definition for "raven-blond"). By the way I'm sure many people think about blondes too much. Blondes have only one advantage - you can note them in the mob from the great distance.

I never thought much about stark blondes. It is true there was one blonde about whom some people thought as my brid(l)e. They even hoaxed us bride and bridegroom. - Foolish children. I don't know what made them think so. It is true she was a knock out and her mother worked as a pianist in our kinder garden. Oh, bother, did I really forget to say you it was when I was under 5? By the way, try to guess her name. Haven't the slightest idea? - Look in the "Tweety"-note. Grasp it? They called her Maria.

After this was epic Russian film called "Vesna na Zarechoy ulice" or "Spring on Zarechaya street". I hope there should be rumors about it even abroad. There was a heroine - very good girl, I must say. So if you are interested what my ideal is - try to find this film. It was really living ideal of mine. (I even began to make acquaintance in chat with words: "Do you look like heroine from "Spring on Zarechaya street"?) It was not only her type of appearance but her type of behavior too. And these two things (inner and outside) were un-separate and united in the integral assembly of perfect girl in my mind. You can't call her perfect for living, but she is perfect for wishing to suit after her.

Strange thing but I found one day a photo where I sat with girl reminding her, (we both smiling). This photo belonged to "Camp album", so it was also a long ago. After that was a school but before that bad guy appeared there was a girl - exact copy of my ideal. (I afraid I already told you about her, but about lifetime dream I can re-tell many times). It's a pity I had no one photo of her and it's lucky she left that school before Wolf Larsen began to demoralize neighborhood. I'm nearly certain I told you she was known as beauty nearly to a half-town. Guys met from other schools and talk about her. No one was able to say he have seen better.

Guess I chose bad literature form - every line has at least two "I". - Rotten. But probably my standards of beauty were only my whimsies? I shadowed her. It was combination useful and pleasant. I rode on my bicycle near her home. When she was in the street it was ... (I rode and rode and after that - have got idea for some time that bicycle - is a very pleasant thing to ride.) (By the way every teacher taught me to say "bicycle" - I was doubtful, and by fluke I discovered not a long time ago that in English you can call it "velocipede" - cool, (that is true some one says there must be three wheels - I don't know).)

If you didn't watched this film I'll give you short summary of her. She is very very beautiful - so it can be called - impeccable. She is sufficiently clever. But she had some problems with social (especially romantic) contacts. In short words, she must be feminine analog of myself. Today I have this movie recorded. (When I have got big money or became more misanthropic I would buy video-"thing" like Aver TV Capture and will show you clips from it). Believe me I have strong wish to depict, to retell, to show but I know - this would muck up whole business. (dirty word? - sorry.)

But it wasn't first demonstration of my likes. The first and the main thing was animated cartoon "Kitten, named "Gav." (I don't know how in English sounds dog barking but it was her name.) In the movie it's thought the kitten is "he" but every sane man will see - it is definitely "she". Take it on my word this is the best Cartoon ever been.

I remember there was a poll about the most sexual cartoon hero. As a rule people called famous but men character and no one named this movie. I'm ready to bet that besides being my ideal this cartoon is very sexual in itself. See here, one series about how kitten was disagree that she must run away and puppy must pursue. She says: "This is unfair. I already run away, lets now you run away and I will pursue." And another series: the kitten and the puppy found muzzle. Kitten asked what muzzle is for. Puppy answered: "The muzzle is worn by dogs when they are grown-up and "biting". When I grow up I will wear muzzle too." Kitten asks: "But you are not biting." Puppy: "I am not biting now but when I grow up I have got one day a wish to bite somebody probably".

Other series are even cooler. But talking about this kitten - she was light brown, had attractive unpretentious voice and delicious manners. The whole air about it is very invigorative. This is the sample, which printed in my mind.

People! Look at Russian animated cartoons! Everybody (and Irene from Ukraine) will say you Russian cartoon about Winnie-the-Pooh is the best. We have many brilliant animated cartoons. (Have you ever seen "Hedgehog in the fog"? - This is about me. This is masterpiece.) I must admit I have seen Disney and Warner bros. movies. Old ones are good, but they are not epic. They are cool. As matter of fact when I was very young there weren't foreign animated cartoons at all. But if we have yours by now, I am sure you know nothing about ours. If I say that our Russian ballet, Chekhov, Tolstoy and so on is nothing in compare with some our movies and cartoons - it is gospel truth!

And as matter of fact I had a chance to see Disney movies always. (I had one acquainted spy, (real one. - Cool?) He gave me plenty of cartoons. Many of them were in German language. (He spied against German. He was real guy. It was told about him once he was angry about something on the celebration table and to demonstrate his emotions he cut champagne bottleneck by bare hand.) But talking about Disney cartoons many people mark that Mickey is American, Goofy - Englishman and Donald - German. - I agree with it. By the way it's cool to listen them in English, and it is funny to listen them in German. When I think of spoken English, I thought about Spagetty Westerns and classic cartoons. If you are interested my favorite are Goofy (had the best of him tape) and Sylvester and Tweety. There was Donald but I had him too much in the childhood. Errrr. Of course, Droopy! He was the first hero, whose words I was able to discern! (I never liked Mickey.) And Tom and Jerry didn't match competition with Tweety and Sylvester - they talked! And how they talked! ("Hello, Breakfast!" - How I wish to say it one day to some beautiful girl!)) But can you call me at least one feminine sexual cartoon ideal in Dysneys? (There are things, which you can't help. I'm not very fond of Flintstones but when Barney became a dog I couldn't stop laughing.)

Talking about talkies - right now I watch "Rocky Squirrel, Bullwinkle Moose and their friends". I asked once my old acquaintance what did attract her in me. She answered: "The way, you talk. I always look about for a good talk when I make evaluation of a fellow." At first moment I decided this is a bad joke from her part and lost my speech for a time.

9.april.99

Reppie asked me about my musical tastes. This provoked me to understand - my music tastes are changing. Now it's BG (Boris Grebenshikov) & Deadushki on music TV. His music was always quaint. He lived in US some time, so chances are it would be easy to find something (advisable -new) from him there. But earlier song "It's probably me" by Sting left me cold and now my views about this composition are changed.

But movies preserved untouchable. There are "Ya shagau po Moskve" or "I'm walking in Moscow" and "Colleagues". First film can be judged as visit card of Russian cinema, he is sufficiently old to become classic movie. There are no any particular prototypes and maddenly beautiful girls, but there is unique atmosphere of Spring. (Somebody likes "Singing in the rain" someone - "I walking in Moscow.") You can feel its easy fresh air. This is the time when combined freedom, all possible human powers and tumult of passions. But the main impression is feeling of youth, independence and mightiness in all good deeds.

You can easily to feel the careless and happy humor of everything and everybody, and this is very truthful film too. It begins - fellow in the airport sees pretty girl and asked her:

- "You look nice."

- "Thank you."

-"Are you married?"

-"Yes, I'm married."

-"How are you?"

-"Excellent."

-"But it can't be true."

-"But this is true."

The same atmosphere was known to me in my young years. There were flowers, bunches of flowers and simple nosegays I presented. They were very good ones. It was imperative to me to select only the best. But they have no scent. I didn't see necessity to choose flowers with aroma, their surface beauty was sufficient to me. The scent of spring was all over me. I didn't need in its excess from the flowers. A couple days ago it was my sisters Birthday. She has got roses. It was robust and healthy specimens, but they had no scent. I wish if I present any flowers any more to any body they would be with good delicate odor.

12.april.99

It was a time when my old acquaintance moved to the center of city and became branch office executive chief. The building was near New Arbat, very fashionable and thoroughfare street of city. Many people used to walk in the vicinities of it. There was another bank in the same building too. There was the edge between spring and summer, the weather was splendid and I dropped to her office from time to time. In those days she took new secretary to herself. I had no chance to make any definite opinion of her. She was bending over papers or gluing to the telephone receiver - life is very busy when you study secretary business as novice.

All I could say definitely about her - she had hair of my favorite hue and her constitution could be called as petite what was my favorite size too. (I hope you read about donkey Eyeore and his likes and dislikes). Time went by fast in that summer. There were only few alarming ring bells. First, I have got to know the name of that secretary girl was Sveta. (Her name would remind you "light" in English translation). I always liked this name. We discussed this phenomena with my previous secretary. (Mind you, and it's a pity, no one of any secretaries was really "mine"). She talked all guys which she met liked the same set of girlish names, and I wasn't exception. I could only note that this is the evidence of more sanity in men brains. By the way that girl in the school who was persecuted by my bicycle on the streets when I was indecently young was named as Sveta. But I think this is the mere coincidence.

Another alarming call was when my old acquaintance began to reproach this new secretary for lack of dexterity in dealing with documents. She gave rhetoric question: "But what do I want from 18 years old gal?" Many years I had strange conviction that the best age for bride is 18. I liked this age I romanticized it. Now when my own sister is 20 years old I don't know what to think. The youth had a charm to me. There was a romance in it, there was a future.

But the main system shock has taken place on Monday August 12 1996. There was little party in the office. I was invited. The main contingent consisted from girls, (mostly from colleagues). She was there too. She was in the long very slight and tender dress. Many girls can wear, middle dresses, many can afford wear short skirts, but only few of them can allow yourself to be in long splendid dress. It was very good dress, it fitted her figure absolutely, it accentuated the perfection of her figure. You could judge about it for yourself. I have no possibility to depict it in right way, but if I told in this note about invariable values and standards about beauty you can believe me her figure was personification of my dreams.

I don't remember was such case in the Conan Doyle's book or not, but in the Russian movie Sherlock marked that many women apt to sit with their backs to the light. She sat exactly in this position. I can't say I had no chance to see her face distinctly, but what I really saw ... you know she had very slight and ethereal dress and sat near sunny window, so I repeat you can judge for yourself.

If there are girls among readers, I give you one useful advice - don't think that champagne is very slight drink and you can don't mind about it. Champagne is a very treacherous beverage. You know, many girls look after their waists even if these waists are less then 60 sm. When girl has in her tummy only 5 tumblers with Champagne and nothing from grub she became a really amicable with whole world. In that condition she precariously smiled to me. (I hope "to," not "at me"). It was the last drop. I realized it was she the pre-programmed model of whom sat in my brains for many years.

After that my old acquaintance asked me: "Is it our favorite type, size, color, age, IQ and social level?" I tried to evade but finally said: "Yes, yes and yes". She said: "Do you think you must do about it something?" My answer was again: "You are right". (After that I even told my ma in first and last time: "Ma, I have seen a really beautiful girl".)

You see I was impudent person but I had limits too. She was a secretary of a woman with whom I was on friendly terms. Somebody could think I hadn't a leg to stand on. Ok Ok. - She changed her employer. She moved to the bank. It was a dirty play from her part. There was a girl in the bank she worked as secretary and had 300$ per month. It was bank, which was ruled by citizen with Southern nationality. I glad to admit that this "ideal" secretary hadn't particular liking to these Southerns, however she managed to have a talk with them and said that she would be glad to be their secretary at 200$ per month.

The result was: One good girl, (previous bank secretary), lost her job, lost her salary, lost her future and was disconsolately crying. Another good girl, about whom I took fancy, had got new job, which meant nothing in particularity to her. There was no any dependence in her future and material financial career and any other questions. I often talked to myself in those times: "Such girls as that, (if there are such girls), can take from life anything what they want. Nothing can't stand against their will." But instead of some great deed she simply robbed one girl who had nothing to prefer the world except her eagerness and ability to work hard. But even this ability didn't save her from such girls as my recent (in that time) women paragon.

Another people who were in benefit of it were those guys with dark skin in the head of the bank, (I am sure they should pay her ten times more. They had their secretary, and one of the best secretaries, extremely cheap). And it was I who had got new possibility for courting.

I guess I can give a couple of words extra about her appearance and character. About her appearance - Nikole Kidman would give you the general impression of her. But she was immeasurably better than Nikole. I liked even her voice. She allowed me to call to her job and I had telephone chat with her every day. It happened the next way - I asked her:

- "Have you something against my calls to you?"

- "No" - "Can I follow you to the home?"

- "No, it would be displeasure to my fiance."

- "Have you a fiance? - Too bad. But I hope you are not intending to marry him this month?"

- "No, I think not this month yet."

- She married him nearly exactly a day month later our talk.

Nevertheless during this month I made feeble attempt to court her, (I was goaded by our phone talks). I even began to shadow her. (I wonder should I for sake of my living beauty ideal wear white shirt, black tie and last fashion jacket? But it was hot on the streets. As a rule every summer is sufficiently hot in this latitude. I wonder should I shave?)

It was early morning when I made my ambush near bank porch. (Guys in the bank didn't allow to see me her in the office because they were Southerns, and to try to intercept her after work was too dangerous because of her fiance.) The streets in that early morning hour were desert, so I couldn't miss her. It's very strange but I nearly didn't recognize her in the morning. I knew it was she by mind and by my senses, but by inner senses she was unknown to me. But business is business. I went to her and say my morning greetings. The talk between us failed. The door was closed and other banking service men, (her colleagues), arrived. She asked: "Came to see your old acquaintance?" I mumbled: "Yes." - My ideal romantic affair was ruined.

But talking about my old acquaintance and this young secretary. Looking my old acquaintance in the streets was sure performance. You can't keep your eyes away from her and from her light steps. Looking at this secretary you can see young girl, as matter of fact very young girl, who didn't sleep this night and probably haven't sufficient sleep last two years. The cause of it was definitely her fiance, who didn't let her sleep properly and her job, which made her to wake up so early. You can see girl, who from one hand was conscious she could have a hundred times more without much tension, and from another hand girl - who was already spoilt by attention and pleasures of life, which she didn't earned.

She wasn't excited about life. She hadn't particular liking about her job. She wasn't a fan of those guys. I didn't see she is in love with her future bridegroom, (you can always say when girl is in love). But probably, she was in love with him many months ago and it was the moment when their relations were considered to be fixed officially, I don't know. He wasn't beautiful prince in any way. I have a look of him only once. He was tall, stalwart, broad in shoulders, back, and butt. He hired private car and when he had seen her he took her under her elbow. (Not "arm in arm" but really he clasped his huge palm on her slender elbow, - the vulgar way some cops do.) He was guy of simple kind from the country, he was robust, blunt and squirt. Such guys are always welcomed in the big cities. He had strong nerves and broad shoulders, what hadn't he? He was pretending to her, he had some business, which will bring pots of money soon. He knew if you really want to catch girl you must use car, there is no use in the subway. He didn't pretend to be tough guy and he wasn't him. He didn't tell her about real his problems to her and he knew how to hold a grip with young girl. There was probably understanding between them. There wasn't understanding between me and her, except she and I understood she was very, very pretty.

The question was she wasn't a kitten. At least my own kitten. At least a kitten in my understanding. She wasn't a flower to pick up. She was a woman who belonged. Her body belonged, her thoughts and her mind belonged too. In these days my conviction "there are no good girls at large" hardened to concrete level.

What did I expect from her? I'll give you one example, what a treat to have with my old acquaintance even altercation. I bought magnificent bunch of flowers to present it to the secretary. It was due to my sense of duty to my global conception about beauty. I was going to present this flowers not that girl as one definite person but as to personification my own ideas. I felt robbed by her. It was my dreams. She materialized them and stole them from me. I saw them I even could touch them, (with some risk, of course), but I was unable to have it. (Bad luck, this time.)

But talking about scuffle, I have come to that secretary in the lunch break. She was absent. I had no wish to meet with any of her bosses, so I dropped in (mark you with huge bunch of flowers), to the office of my old acquaintance. (Am I a pest?) It's difficult to retell whole dialog exactly but I'll try to resurrect it more or less minutely. (Mark you again, whole dialog is in quiet calm tone and without any tinge of anger. Also, there should be long pause after each cue.)

- "It's for me?"

- "No, they are for her."

- "Do you like her?"

-"Yes."

-"Why have you come to me with them?"

- "They are closed. I am fulfilling your idea that I must to do something with her."

- "Yes, it was my idea, but I saw it was "your favorite type"".

-"Yes, it's my favorite type. *sigh*"

- "I will break your head."

- "Try. With what instrument will you make a hole in it? You have only phone receiver under hand but it's plastic. Let's try it."

- "I'll scratching all your face."

- "*Smile* Try it. But mind you we are in the different weight categories, I'll easily overcome you. .... Are you angry with me?"

- "How can I be angry with such (chump?) guy as you? Of course - not."

After that she took flowers and began to pluck their petals off - slowly one after other. After a few minutes there were naked rose heads and huge doleful heap of scarlet petals on her table. She stood up and said: "Come on to the bar and have a snack."

You see it was the most dangerous to my head discordance between me and my old acquaintance. It is a pleasure to think - no voice was risen, no trace of chagrin was shown. I wish all my future altercations, (I have a doubt that I will have a chance to have them but all the same -) would match that one. I wonder you are interested where I have got to know so much about life of this secretary from? It's simple enough. It was told to me from the same source - viz. - my old acquaintance. One thing she pretended not knowing it was her surname. But after that month this question lost its sense - she changed it and took surname of her husband. And I was strongly interested neither in first neither in last names of such loutish (from my point of view) fellows as her just married husband.

Every girl besides her beauty in forms and manners should have a miracle in itself. Had that girl anything of enigmatic sort? Definitely yes! I have got to know one thing, inscrutable to me. It was our first talk. (In that time I wasn't afraid of such tricks.) There was a dialog: