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2000-07-11
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Vacation
Писатель: Малахов Олег Сергеевич
Входит в цикл: “Рассказ”
Рассказ в сборнике: Авторский сборник рассказов
Аннотация
English version of my story "Otpusk"
Случайный абзац
VACATION At first he tried to talk. Probably, getting tired of non-audibility of words he became silent and sat down. She was already sitting, and looking at invisible objects she stopped hearing, also fallen into tiredness. Monotonous sound of one and the same song for more than two long days with exhausting nights has grown into the attribute of consonance of two voices. Yesterday the certain contact between them happened, though no signs were left. Half-night two heads were sharing one pillow. It came out he more often appeared over her breathing. In the morning the rumpled bed looked non-human. He had been already sitting in front of the mirror, found his abated glance, then left the bed. She who was near was waking up inertly, the perception of pleasure to be in a shower was swarming in mind. Soon foretaste of a morbid day swallowed momentary weakness. He was shaving, and again not looking at himself. It looked as if they had deepened into their own lull and simply do not want to disturb duality of own universe. He is walking too far stepping with moist feet on the floor in corridor leading from bath to the bedroom. She was shivering and wrapping her body with bed-sheet. Bed-sheet resisted and started getting torn. He heard or did not hear the bed-sheet crack, however slipped and having injured his elbow just stayed lying on cold parquet. She was breathing with heaviness and deadened his unexpected moan. It was noticeable he was shaving thoroughly and accurately, though his movements did not affirm his inner peace. Her fight with bed-sheet revealed sharpening of her menstrual cycle. He woke up, questions disappeared in darkness. It is possible to say: "Darling..." and something else. Getting up from the floor he felt the smell of alcohol. He drank yesterday. No. Yesterday he didn't drink. Then he referred to the force of whims. Though there was no erection in the morning. May be, something still was added. But his hand was pouring water. He recalled her breath. But not its smell, only indicated he was in immediate closeness with her smell coming from her mouth. He touched his saliva and tried to feel its smell slightly waving his fingers near his nose. Then it was possible to say "Darling..." and apologise for something. Too deep concreteness of her look reflected irrepressible tiredness effluent beyond walls and windows. The stream of hot water blindly flooded over her sweaty body. Though freshness failed to find its presence. Body felt d
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