MY PROSE
She was blind.
Her life was divided into two parts: that inside, - beautiful, native, secure;
that out of door, - rakish, is sharp, often badly smelling, overtaking her
for arms drawing in a turnover vanities. And in a turnover she would not like,
and the reference points, tracks - shortest route to indispensable things
were impossible, -. Music, the notes of city were her locies. She... A name,
she was called Genrih. It was mad summer, critically beating in relation to
age - rubicon - thirtieth under the score summer of her life. Genrih, she
called herself so, and were both documents, and flat, and registration. But
inside she was Genrih, caught bare on a small flat, much slept, looked interesting
wide-form dreams and then drew them. On Tuesdays came the man, the man was
simple, he was called "friend", likely and was. Esteemed her of creation,
brought paints, pencils, paper, prepared to her man's meal. She caught bare,
not íàòûêàÿñü on
anything, in her house there were three index mirrors, she was dipped into
each of them, missing. If to not know her history, it would be possible to
call her narciss, bathing in the reflections. The people natural are always
beautiful, she was natural. The man - Tuesday saw it; fostered from a furcula
meal, pin charging chunks of meat to her in companies, and companies that
was small, and this ceremony excited of Tuesday. The bed for her was broad,
the jack was simple. Genrih did not hesitate of the desires, was skilful itself
to content both and another's arms. The man - Tuesday, overdansed the program,
tired and wet (girl did not hold down herself in motions) departed to douche,
and by eight o'clock in the evening, on business having selected excited figures
and having paid for previous, left. He also has remained for night yes the
independent customs of a blind nymph strictly regulated a grid of visits.
Night she conducted one, it was her precept - with anybody to not divide the
dream. The day belonged to outside, the night jealously guarded a door inside.
On medium she could have a rest from carnal desires, medium was dead day,
in the house there was a meal, and the arms yet were not pulled to a pencil.
Genrih listened to music, she flied bare, burning by blind eyes an empty room.
For her there was a balcony above a robust and polytocous apple. For her always
were pomes. To bring them there was one of conditions of visits of the visitors.
The apple smelled by pomes, but you see Genrih did not see , she was only
introduced: thick, able-bodied, generous. Sitting on mediums of a balcony
with pouchs of a dressing gown, filled pomes, Ãåíðèõ
eat them, thinking, that they were children of that apple. On Tuesday and
medium she did not catch to go for a walk. On Thursday came a gay with kind
eyes and very much wolfish in tangencies arms. To her became cheerfully and
it would be desirable that he has dragged her in sand bed. She knew, that
and will be, and was beforehand pleased. A name of this visitor Genrih recalled
only in sand bed. The wanton visitor overtied her, as the furrier conducted
a skin to go for a walk, but at first he with greed bathed her in an odorous
bosh, brushed, coloured, dressed. He knew her for a long time, she knew it
only since past autumn, and that only so - knew, that Thursday - day a gay
with wolfish arms. They caught to dance, Genrih peculiarly made it naturally,
so, it was beautiful. There, where they caught, there were many his friends
familiar to her on voices, on tangencies greedy, but kind. Having come home,
"Thursday" prepared supper from products purchased on a road, and she, tied
up to the floor, is diligent eat, then skin of her covered with acanthas,
the dream fast picked up an authority above all of her by an entity. A gay
from Thursday brought her in sand bed, undressed, wrapping up blankets. He
also has remained, but hostess was furious to the infringers her of the night
code. On Friday there came the mum. She awacked, fostered, tidied up her a
hole, everywhere placing flowers, cut off in the garden; abused gallery-man-
tuesday of the visitor, re-counting her money. In the evening came a uncle
Beno and took away for two days in mountains. Two nights she conducted outside
of houses. She did not sleep - drew, much, greedy, feeling under an arm an
edge of a sheet. A morning of Sunday she fermented till an elbow in pink from
a raspberry to water river. On adjacent giving planted roses, but for the
hosts the machine has broken, and two weeks of a rose made, that wanted, getting
poisoned by fumes from own beauty and odor. The gold transparent pears dropped,
Genrih on a note found them in a grass, soap in a baler left here by the mum
since evening, and sitting on a huge log, painted by her by auks and colours,
ate a pear, singing songs. After sleepless night she was fresh. She has poured
out a pattern that lived inside, she has paid off with this week of the life.
In the evening she was brought home, the mum was tender with her, as with
the girl at maiden regulas. The mum remembered her miscellaneous, and Genrih
remembered the mother young, strong, what saw her last time,, how eye have
refused to her. Unbeautifulness of life, withering native and liked - everything
it had no an authority above her. Already for a long time of patterns was
such, what she wanted it(him) to know.There
has set in Monday, she for ever has fixed behind this difficult day an autonomous
campaign in open space, circumvention liked by her and places, familiar from
childhood. Serios and stringent on sacramental the occupation started with
transition through a not so brisk highway, then on grown by a plantain passage
through a field, by iron piles of reference points in a park on broad main
avenue. Everytime time, holding hardly hardly dextral slope, she was error-free
rested on a granite cope of a channel. She thought, that there water alone,
and can be even float flowers, but channel was so dirted for last years, that
cleats, respecting, refused to wet in a nem the trunks. There, for a cope,
the track of her childhood started. She remembered herself in a red overalls
in the winter, in red dress in the summer, in a school dress in the autumn,
and spring in new leather hat. And all on this place. Very much the tunnel
from purple кружев what that of an eternally bright bush was beautiful. This
bush was not handed, was same, he learned it and thought, that is visible
by her. Beautiful pig-iron, though also humpbacked bridge, Is farther feral
tennis courts, bench with an edge on sun side- she always there rested, imagining,
that looks as are cut in tennis. This day she has done correctly everyting-
each step became with kind union of her foot with kind ground. Having dropped
on special top of a bridge, she was routed to a bench. But through some steps
was fitted in what wire mesh that of protection. For a long time, very much
for a long time, Henrih has forgot to be surprised; she even has forgotten
taste of this sensation: bitter, saline, sweet? That was out of door, a weather,
nature, highway with manual tender machines, park, which one never afforded
to change to confuse her, all these invariable filling materials of her space,
as though have concluded the agreement for the period of hard times. But it
was necessary to shift though one glass in a kaleidoscope and the picture
could change. To change a picture it was impossible, everything should remain
such, with what it was stored to her for the last time. Also stood glasses
in the friable order, there was about this day, hot, prickly, for many every
day, for not of one Monday, only of Monday, without numbers and readout of
years. Handly having felt an obex, she has gone lengthways not. It was necessary
to go long. Who has built that reservation without an entrance and exit there,
where everything was so customary. When are lost or lose it is necessary to
return there, where everything was as it is necessary, in initial point. Henrih
has returned, sliding by pins on a grating, to a beginning of the interference
with an actuality. Returning home, she was not sure any more, that the wire
grating not grow before her once again and is unexpected. When that for a
long time she-Henrih, was not Henrih; for her there was a surname, name beautiful,
patronymic and number of school, where she studied, proud "А" letter in a
title of her class. There was a real actuality with the books, facultatives,
newspaper in another's tongue coming of time per ten days. Then was not of
the passport, but also alias was not too. From those times for her there was
a character of a female - girlfriend, is picturesque захлёбывающаяся by onbscene
language, bitch on inclining and calling. She the girlfriend occurred seldom
and only on her- Henrih to a bell. This Monday demanded explanations, explanations
of seeing. Henrih abhored an alert, and now has got on an alarming becket,
not knowing how to be freed. The girlfriend Galia quickly appeared at once
liked to nurse "not conditioned". Having decided to short a little bit Tuesday
galleryman in his unbusinesslike intentions, the girl glided Tuesday day of
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