Love and passion and a cemetery in the snow.

I just returned from service. April in Belarus is not hot at all. And snow, it will fall to the roof, and the frost will press, and it will wipe.

My friend worked at the cemetery. He was commissioned for some reason there after a year as a soldier. So he returned earlier. It went well - the salary, the leftists regularly, and the bottle always... Well, we had him in the evening and disappeared. Sometimes they fell among the graves.

I take a girl to dance. Men know what happens to the body after the army, if the girl is close. It’s not so bad, it’s shaking too...

And this - it was all at hand - well, everything was in place. The kidneys are round, the chest palate is melted - do not straighten. Funny, disturbing, all the jokes... And I’m crazy about everything! Not from the cold.

Take her here and grab me. Say, now such guys went - nothing can surprise a favorite girl. Other words of provocation.

I say yes? Are you of that opinion for us? Well well...

I asked her for ten minutes, ran to my friend, the cemetery, for the keys.
And by a circumventional manoeuvre I will take her to the workshop. It was not very local - the city knew poorly.

We enter in the dark. I do not turn on the light. I raised the remnants of yesterday's in the shell - watermelons there, a piece of salt, a bowl. Our girls then weren’t as fanatical as they are now.

The couch is convenient, not at all violent.

In short, in the lunar eclipse and warmth, there was a stormy reinforcement of our casual acquaintance.

And when they both finally wanted to smoke, I didn’t turn on the lights.

I lighted a candle on the tub.
But that was enough.
The interior of the cave manufacturing was perfectly in line with his direction.
Around the skull, skeletons on posters, and along the walls - tombs, tombs, tombs...

I was overwhelmed – what a shit! In the light of the candle...

I don’t know why a woman in actual fainting is much harder than the one who just pretends to be.
But the guy in those years, I was not chilly and took the senseless body to the frost. Just like it was – without excess clothes. She at the frost instantly wished to be unconscious and tried to strike me on the face. But somewhat weakly, unwillingly... But I didn’t cry! What is surprising in her condition.

To go back and dress up, he refused. So right on the snow, in the white weather and dressed.

He was silent all the way home. Only at the threshold of her hut she looked me in the eyes for a long time and said - "unforgettable..."